HP: Slytherin disguise

"Why are you whispering behind my back?"

"Are you talking about me?"

at this time.

Decorah's plaintive voice came.

Harry and the three people who gathered together to discuss countermeasures were startled and looked up quickly with panic on their faces.

"No, no, no! Decorah, that's not the case!"

"you misunderstood!"

"We didn't talk about you!"

"Yes, we are discussing the new life of this temple!"

"Yes, this new life in the temple is really interesting!"

"Very lively, having a party in the box, it's always fun!"

The three of them waved their hands and changed the topic.

They gave it a real shot, but Decorah was insane and in a trance.

That's why I'm so sad and depressed.

A sad look.

"newborn…"

"Yeah, why do they put their luggage at their feet..."

"Why not put it on the luggage rack..."

"I'm a prefect, why didn't I go inspect the express?"

Decorah withdrew her face from the car window.

Under the confused and panicked eyes of the three Harrys, they slowly stood up and left the box.

"No ..."

Ron looked confused, widened his eyes and said, "Isn't Decorah unable to think about it?!"

"Should we follow?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry and Hermione stood up and followed him out.

"Wait for me!!"

Ron quickly got up and chased after him.

Passing through one carriage after another.

Decorah finally stopped in the next carriage and looked at the freshmen inside.

The freshmen who were enjoying the carnival suddenly fell silent.

He stared blankly at Decorah, who suddenly broke in with a sad look on his face.

Soon, one of them recognized Decorah.

But no one dared to come forward and talk to him.

First, Decorah was too confident in the newspaper, and they were afraid that if they talked to him, he would become autistic.

Second, Decorah exuded an aura of depression, as if a dark cloud was hanging over him.

It's almost sad just to look at it.

Melancholy arose in my heart.

"Why are you leaving trash in the hallway? At your feet?"

Decorah looked at the snack skins on the ground, and his expression became sad.

"There is obviously a trash can somewhere..."

"But…"

"Why leave it in the aisle..."

"Could it be that it's not worthy of holding your garbage..."

As soon as the three Harrys came in, they heard Decorah's gloomy questions.

Freshmen in the box, look at me and I look at you.

His eyes became red.

A strong sense of guilt came over them.

"Sorry, teacher!"

"We forgot, I'm so sorry!"

"We'll take care of it now!"

"Don't be sad!"

"Don't be sad, teacher! We'll get it sorted soon!"

...

moment.

The group of freshmen stood up one after another and bent down to pick up the garbage on the ground.

Throw them into the trash can.

"That's okay too..."

Ron's eyes widened again.

Hermione glanced at him and quietly tidied Decorah's somewhat messy long hair.

"Is my hair messy? Hermione..."

"Isn't it very messy..."

"But I can't help it, I don't know how to sort it out..."

next second.

Decorah turned around and looked at Hermione next to him sadly.

Hermione's hands froze in mid-air.

For a moment, she wanted to find a crack and crawl in.

Harry hurriedly said: "No, it's just that your hair is hanging out..."

As he spoke, he did not forget to make a gesture.

Ron nodded.

I was afraid that Decorah would cry soon.

In fact, Decorah's eyes were extremely moist, as if they were filled with tears.

Hermione wanted to slap herself.

Ask yourself why you are so short-handed and have to recruit other people's hair.

Raising her hand, Decorah pulled off the rubber band that tied her hair, and let her long amber-blond hair hang loosely: "Yes..."

"There is nothing perfect in the world..."

"The same goes for the hairstyle..."

"It was fine at first, but over time, it changed."

"Like human emotions..."

Put the rubber band on your wrist.

Decorah walked to the next car.

"Decora's injury is serious. Could it be that he hurt his head?"

Ron opened his mouth, doubting life.

Nodding in agreement, Harry and Hermione felt that Decorah had suffered a head injury!

Worried that Decorah would not be able to think about it.

The three of them have been following Decorah, watching him make the group of freshmen feel at a loss and full of guilt.

at last.

When Decorah finished walking through the box where the freshmen were, he returned the same way.

The three of them walked until Harry's legs were exhausted.

Seeing that he was going back, he followed happily.

After returning to the box.

They tried to find some interesting topics to chat with Decorah.

But Decorah's replies were always full of sadness.

And it's getting worse.

This moment made the three of them wonder if they had made Decorah depressed.

It turns out that people just look depressed.

Nowadays, every gesture and gesture is filled with melancholy!

A strong sense of guilt surged into the hearts of the three of them.

They began to condemn themselves.

Why are you talking about useless nonsense, why are you looking for these topics.

"We're almost at the station, why don't you change into your hospital uniforms?"

Glancing out the window, Decorah reminded him.

Although the mood is sad and sad.

But this did not prevent him from prompting the three of them.

"Oops, I almost forgot!"

"Decora, aren't you going to change it?"

Ron stood up and looked at Decorah before leaving.

Decorah frowned and said sadly: "But I am a teacher... I don't need to wear hospital uniform..."

"This semester, I don't have custom-made robes..."

"I don't need to wear anything..."

Harry quickly pulled Ron away, fearing that the next second, Decorah would start to feel sad.

After the three people left.

Decorah looked at the straight jeans and brown short leather boots she was wearing, with thick soles.

This is worn to make myself taller.

In addition to the pants that Muggles would wear, he was wearing a thin black hooded sweatshirt.

Very muggle attire.

It's really that Decorah doesn't want to wear the hospital uniform, nor does he want to wear a casual suit.

Wearing the uniform, he looks like a junior student.

Doesn't fit in with students in the same grade.

In order to avoid this embarrassment, Decorah did not even customize the robes for this year.

In the box, except for the ball gown that Fudge had prepared for him, the rest were all custom-made clothes from the Muggle world.

Except for the embarrassment of wearing hospital uniform.

When he wears formal clothes, he will give people the feeling of a little gentleman. The key is that he does not want to be a little gentleman.

He is already in fourth grade...

So these clothes are not advisable.

Ordinary clothes are suitable for him to wear.

This will avoid being mistaken for a junior student and avoid embarrassment.

Thinking about it, Decorah became sad again.

When will he return to his normal height in his previous life?

His eyes became more and more gloomy.

Decorah leaned back in her chair and looked at the scenery outside the window.

Probably more than ten minutes passed.

Harry and the others just came back wearing brand new hospital uniforms.

Of course, Ron's hospital uniform was not brand new.

It was his brother wearing the remaining clothes.