HP: Slytherin disguise

"Decora seems to be in a bad mood."

"I feel like he's sick."

As he said that, Professor McGonagall looked at Snape.

Snape's face was gloomy, the same as before.

Seeing Professor McGonagall looking over, he said calmly: "I guess he has been missing for half a year and misses Hogwarts."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

After the last student was sorted, Decorah rolled up the parchment with a sad face and left the auditorium carrying the stool and the sorting hat.

After he left.

Dinner was served in the auditorium, and a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was welcomed.

Alastor Moody!

Nicknamed 'Crazy Eyes'

In addition to these, Dumbledore informed everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be held this semester.

This competition has not been held for almost a century.

By the time.

The proud students of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will gather together.

It is worth mentioning that.

Decorah never returned. He left the auditorium and never returned.

This made Dumbledore extremely helpless.

A faint smile appeared on the lips of 'Alastor Moody', who was sitting at the teacher's desk.

The smile flashed away.

Just quietly listening to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall discussing things about Decorah.

And Decorah left the auditorium.

He returned the stool and the sorting hat to the principal's office and went directly back to his dormitory.

The box has been delivered.

Just put it on the carpet.

Decorah walked over and moved the box into the bedroom, then opened it.

He put all the clothes inside into the closet.

Among them, a dress made Decorah pause for a few seconds before putting it in the closet.

"Maybe I can't find a dance partner..."

Decorah sat sadly on the bed with a sad expression.

"No one will want to be with me..."

"I'm so short..."

Raising her hands to rub her eyes, Decorah became more and more melancholy.

[Is there a possibility that you can find a dance partner? 】

[Height or whatever...it doesn't matter...]

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Although Shu Ling was distressed by Decorah's sorrow, he still patiently comforted her.

It suspected that Decorah had reached menopause.

After all, Decorah actually has decades of memories.

Think about it this way.

It does make some sense.

Maybe.

Decorah just had too old a memory, so he started to be sentimental.

In fact, Shu Ling was right.

Decorah has indeed reached the bottleneck of age.

The whole person started to feel sentimental, feeling useless, without any bright spots, or even inconspicuous.

Start doubting yourself.

Feel inferior.

But if Decorah's thoughts were known to others, they would definitely be pissed off.

In the first grade, he becomes a prefect, in the second grade, he becomes a man of the hour, and in the third grade, he becomes a teacher.

If such a person is useless, he will have low self-esteem.

Then shouldn't they be alive? Should he plead guilty and die immediately?

Decorah threw herself on the bed and began to secretly wipe her tears.

This made Shu Ling both distressed and helpless.

At the same time I feel full of guilt.

If it hadn't forgotten, maybe Decorah wouldn't have grown so tall.

Instead, he is as tall as in his previous life.

just now.

He is indeed as short as a second grader.

It could understand Decorah's sadness.

Therefore, even if your contractor is sad or sentimental, you must listen patiently.

Just a few words of comfort.

But its consolation, Decorah did not look at it at all.

Just after Decorah wiped away tears for more than ten minutes, there was a knock on the door outside.

Decorah was feeling sad.

Don't want to pay attention at all.

He continued to bury his face in the quilt and shed tears.

Outside the door, Dumbledore raised his hand and knocked again. If it wasn't rude to go in directly, he would have gone in directly just now.

After knocking for a while, no one opened the door.

Dumbledore suspected that Decorah had not returned to his dormitory at all.

But if he didn't go back to his dormitory, where could Decorah go?

Moreover, it was raining heavily outside and the weather was cold, so it was impossible to wander around the castle...

It's curfew time.

Did Decorah not want to open the door at all?

Dumbledore hesitated again and again, and finally waved his hand and opened the door.

He went inside.

Glancing at the living room, there was no one there, but Dumbledore already knew where Decorah was.

Just in the bedroom.

Dumbledore smiled and walked to the bedroom door.

The door is not closed.

"Decora? Did you enjoy your vacation?"

Dumbledore walked in and asked with a smile.

However, he stopped laughing immediately.

"What's wrong with you, Decorah?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Dumbledore looked at Decorah who had buried himself in the quilt and sensed something was wrong.

The smile disappeared from his face.

Walking over quickly, he raised his hand to touch Decorah's forehead to see if he was sick.

Without waiting for him to reach out.

Decorah raised his hand to wipe his face and sat up.

"What's the matter? Principal Dumbledore..."

Decorah's voice was hoarse and somewhat muffled.

He looked up at Dumbledore, the ends of his eyes were red, there were tears on his face, and his fair face was slightly red.

There were tears in those gray-blue eyes.

Dumbledore's first reaction was silence.

Slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, Dumbledore raised his hands to hold Decorah's face and wiped the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"Don't cry, kid."

"Tell me what happened!"

"You don't have to cry."

"If anything happens, just tell me directly. You don't have to cry secretly alone!"

Dumbledore's tone was serious and became a little fierce towards the end.

The kind smile disappeared from his face.

It was replaced by seriousness, with distress in his eyes.

Decorah looked at Dumbledore sadly, tears flowing out uncontrollably.

Dumbledore was both distressed and anxious.

"Don't cry, Decorah..."

"You have to know that you are a teacher now. If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Crying secretly, what do you mean?"

"If you spread the word, don't make people laugh out loud!"

"Why, just tell me, and I'll make the decision for you!"

"As long as I'm alive, no one can bully my Hogwarts teacher!"

Dumbledore didn't know why Decorah would hide in the dormitory and cry secretly, but it was definitely not simple.

After all, he knew what kind of person Decorah was.

He has a well-behaved appearance and a cheerful and lively personality, but he also has his own thoughts and emotions, and his strength is second only to other teachers.

And when facing anything, he can face it calmly.

Even when facing Voldemort in the first year, the Basilisk and the young Tom Riddle in the second year, he could remain calm.

His heart is thoughtful.

He doesn't look like someone who would hide in his dormitory and cry secretly.

Therefore, this is why Dumbledore felt unbelievable and distressed.

What makes Decorah hide in bed and cry secretly?

Decorah sniffed and choked up a little.

"I...I...have no...person..."

"no one…"

"they do not……"

Sobbing intermittently, Decorah threw herself into Dumbledore's arms and cried loudly.