HP: Slytherin disguise

When Decorah came back to his senses.

The express has started.

Driving on the track in the middle of the wild.

Passing by one Muggle village after another.

Decorah sat down by the window.

Staring at the scenery outside.

The sky was pouring with rain, and it kept beating on the windows.

"I really don't want to go to school..."

Decorah raised his hand and touched the window inexplicably frustrated.

【Want to skip school? 】

[A good child will not play truant, not to mention, you are a teacher! 】

[If even the teachers are not willing to go to school, then Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will be finished sooner or later! 】

Shu Ling started to complain.

It has been in a bad mood these past few days, and the reason is simple.

It's because Decorah gets sad from time to time.

It's almost had enough.

Although I don’t know what’s going on with Decorah recently, he’s always feeling sad for no reason.

But what it was sure of was that it was almost suffocated by the atmosphere.

"Why are you so grumpy?"

Decorah said sadly.

It was as if a dark cloud enveloped him, just looking at him.

It gives people a sad feeling.

[What’s wrong with you? Is it menopause? ! 】

[Let’s just say that the Ministry of Magic has been providing you with delicious food and drinks these past few days, so why are you starting to feel sad? 】

[I think you have some free time! 】

Looking at Shu Ling's irritable handwriting, Decorah shook his head, showing an expression that you don't understand.

After successfully making the book fly out, he slapped Deco a few times.

[Stop being sentimental, Decorah! 】

【Think about it! What a beautiful world! How wonderful Hogwarts is! 】

[Think about the Triwizard Tournament! 】

[Think of Viktor Krum! 】

Eyes light up.

Decorah took out the Quidditch badge of the Bulgarian national team from his pocket.

After gently wiping it with her fingertips, Decorah smiled.

【Speechless...】

"Hey Decorah?!"

The door of the box was opened a gap, and Ron stuck his head in.

Next, came Harry and Hermione.

He also stuck his head in.

As soon as he came into view, he saw Decorah sitting by the window, his back lonely, as if covered with a layer of dark clouds.

Hearing the shout, Decorah turned his head.

His brows were slightly frowned, his eyebrows were depressed, his lips were slightly pursed, and his face was pale and melancholy.

He seemed to be worried about something.

"I go…"

Ron's eyes widened. This was the first time he saw Decorah like this.

That look, that expression.

That melancholy sorrow.

Just looking at it made me feel depressed and dull.

"Are you here? Come in..."

Decorah turned back, holding the badge and looking at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Looking at each other, Harry and Hermione walked in first.

"Decora, how are you doing lately?"

Hermione sat across from him with a worried look on her face.

It can be seen that Decorah seems to have encountered something sad.

Could it be that something happened?

"I'm doing fine, how about you?"

"Did you enjoy your vacation?"

Decorah turned his head and looked at the three people sitting opposite.

Ron opened his eyes and looked at Decorah. Seeing that the two people next to him were silent, he said: "Hahaha..."

"Have a great holiday."

"By the way, do you know what good things we have done this semester?"

“This semester’s list includes dresses, I guess it’s not easy!”

"Brother said so too."

"We're going to have a great time this semester!"

Nodding slightly, Decorah said that he knew.

Then, under the curious eyes of the three people, he retracted his legs on the table and said: "The Triwizard Tournament."

"This semester, we will hold the Triwizard Tournament."

"At that time, two other schools will come to us to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Only those over seventeen years old can participate."

"Throw your name into the Goblet of Fire and you will be eligible to participate."

"The Goblet of Fire will select three warriors from three houses."

"The reason for preparing the dress is because we have a dance and we need students to find their own dance partners and participate together."

After saying that, Decorah looked down at the badge in his hand.

Harry's eyes also fell on the badge.

He remembers.

That's Krum's emblem.

"Merlin, no wonder my brother and the others say it's wonderful..."

"This is so cool!"

Ron is very concerned about this Triwizard Tournament.

Just hearing the name sounds cool.

Hermione pursed her lips and grimaced.

Her eyes fell on Decorah's face, and she hesitated for a long time before saying, "Is there something sad?"

"You look sad..."

Hermione's words brought Harry, who was stunned, and Ron, who was imagining the scene of the Triwizard Tournament, back to their senses.

Only then did I think of the melancholy Decorah.

Not seen for a few days.

Why do people become so sad for no reason?

"Yeah... quite sad..."

"Why is it raining?"

"It's been going down..."

"It was the same last semester. It rained heavily every time the school started..."

"Rain..."

Pressing his face against the car window, Decorah's gray-blue eyes were covered with a layer of gray gloom.

His expression was confused.

Ron stretched his head and didn't say a word for a long time.

He turned his head and looked at Harry and then at Hermione with a confused expression.

They were both like him.

They all had confused faces and confused eyes.

No, what happened to Decorah? What doesn't rain when it rains?

Why so sad?

The three of them felt a little baffled, but they still wanted to know why Decorah was like this.

"Where are you comfortable?"

Harry asked cautiously.

Shaking his head, Decorah felt the cold car window and said with some disappointment: "I'm not feeling uncomfortable."

"It's just raining too much..."

"It's been going down..."

He was indeed not feeling uncomfortable, but was in an extremely depressed mood.

Unspeakable discomfort, loss, and feelings of helplessness.

"Do you think Decorah has gone insane?" Ron whispered.

"Impossible, how could Decorah be insane...although it does seem abnormal..."

Hermione glanced quietly at Decorah.

The latter was still pressed against the car window, secretly feeling sad.

"Could it be that you drank the wrong medicine?"

"Or got attacked at the Quidditch World Cup!"

"You know, the dark wizard that day was like a madman, attacking everyone he saw!"

"Is it possible that Decorah was attacked?"

Harry and Hermione analyzed.

I think this is very possible.

Maybe he was attacked and frightened at the Quidditch World Cup or at the camp.

That's why he was in a trance.

The more they thought about it, the more the three of them became certain that it was for this reason!

Decorah didn't notice at all that Harry and the others looked at him with more and more pity and sadness.

He is still immersed in his own gloomy world.

Everyone is extremely pessimistic.

As if he was not far from death, he lowered his brows, straightened his lips, and looked at Manye outside the window with sad eyes.