HP: Slytherin disguise

They have no way to intervene or even help.

The person the whole thing is targeting is Decorah. Such rumors will definitely make Slytherin students dissatisfied and even ostracized.

"All we can do is stay away from Decorah."

"This way the rumors will slowly disappear."

Hermione said disappointedly, this was the only feasible way they could think of.

The four of them looked at each other and fell silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Entering the auditorium, Decorah ignored the eyes that were full of malice, dissatisfaction, disgust and drama, and walked straight to the Slytherin table.

As he passed the end of the Gryffindor table, he looked at Chi Chi Bell who looked up.

The smugness in his eyes has not dissipated yet.

Decorah sat in his seat, his expression unchanged even when everyone was staring and whispering.

"Since some idiot would point an arrow at you."

Theodore chuckled and shook his head, feeling that this targeting was extremely ridiculous.

"He's going to pay for it."

The calm and slow voice carried the unique arrogance and elegance of a noble.

Theodore choked.

He turned around and saw the expressionless Decorah. Under those calm eyes, there was a turbulent wave that was about to erupt.

Decorah had never suffered such injustice.

As a prosperous young master of a pure-blood family, he is the future heir.

Wherever you go, respect and awe are the most common.

He didn't understand how someone who couldn't even put his last name on the stage dared to openly target him?

It was not until Dumbledore and a group of teachers arrived that the auditorium returned to silence.

"Children, it's weekend break after tonight. You can play as much as you want in Hogwarts, but you can't leave Hogwarts. Do you understand?"

"Okay, let's get started, kids."

As the dinner began, the students were eating and chatting.

Among the students enjoying dinner, Decorah was the only one sitting quietly.

His platinum blond hair was neatly groomed, the Slytherin uniform on his body was clean and brand new, and his cold white skin had a noble temperament.

Decorah was sitting very upright, with his elbows on the long table and his fingers crossed. His gray-blue eyes were deep and dangerous, like a bottomless quagmire or an abyss. His whole person exuded vitality. The aura of keeping people away.

He stared at Qiqi Bell, who turned around from time to time, as if waiting for something.

"Decora is obviously very calm, but why do I feel that he is dangerous?"

Ron gnawed on the steak and asked doubtfully.

Neville shook his head. He also felt that way. He was obviously calm, but it revealed danger.

"How could Decorah be dealt with by him! Have you forgotten his last name?"

"We have been playing around and laughing with him, but you never seem to know what kind of person he is."

Hermione was very sober and hoped that Decorah would have his own means.

"Yes, but he is still the Decorah in our hearts, no matter what..." Harry lowered his head, his voice filled with indescribable worry and urgency.

"Yes! We are friends forever!"

Not to mention the firmness here.

Chi Chi Bell at the end of the table was already a little collapsed, and his undershirt was soaked with sweat.

That cold gaze made him feel on pins and needles.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks, and he turned his head to meet those deep and gloomy eyes.

After all, he is still a child.

This terrifying momentum directly destroyed his inner defense.

He stood up suddenly, startling the followers.

Qiqi Bell left the auditorium in a panic, his back looking extremely embarrassed.

The few followers did not follow him out.

Because they also perceive the threat of death.

With a warm smile on his lips, Decorah stood up slowly, then gently patted the non-existent dust on his robe, and left the long table with elegant steps.

Crabbe and Goyle put down their food, stood up quickly, and followed Decorah.

Theodore hesitated for a moment, then finally got up and followed.

Pansy, who had been waiting for a long time, also stood up. As she stood up and followed Decorah, several female students stood up next to her and followed suit.

"Someone is going to suffer. What a fool!"

I don't know who made the mocking sound, and all the students at the Slytherin table laughed. They all knew what it meant.

The inexplicable smile made students from other colleges look up.

"Should we follow him out?"

Ron asked in a low voice. Neville rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you go out and take a look and just sit here?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and all four of them stood up to see what was going on.

As soon as the four of them got up, they were spotted by several Slytherin students who had been staring at them, and they also got up.

Staircase corner.

Decorah grabbed Kiki Bell by her hair and threw her to the ground.

Under the candlelight, Decorah's face was cold.

"What a lowly idiot."

Pansy stood in the middle of the stairs above with her arms folded, her face full of coldness and disdain.

Next to her stood the female students, all of whom seemed to be her friends or followers.

"This is Hogwarts! You can't do this!"

Chi Chi Bell cowered in the corner in fear and shouted.

Theodore stood beside Decorah, watching this scene quietly.

Crabbe walked over and grabbed Chi Chi Bell's clothes, dragged him out, and then kicked him several times, causing pain to the struggling Chi Chi Bell, who curled up and covered the kicked stomach.

"Don't fight, don't fight! I was wrong!"

"Please, don't hit me!!"

Kiki Bell lay on the ground, and then she understood what fear was.

He now regretted so much why he offended a pure-blood student, and a Malfoy at that.

"Why should I hit you? I thought of a more interesting one."

Decorah took out the wand from his robe pocket and changed the subject: "I will cast a spell on you next, guess what it will be?"

"Guess you're right and I'll let you go."

"I don't know, I really don't know! Let me go!" Qiqi Bell lay on the ground humbly, raised her hand and grabbed Decorah's trousers, begging.

"Guess~"

Decorah's lips curled up into a smile, her expression calm.

"Sorry! I was really wrong! For the sake of being a Hogwarts student, please forgive me! I couldn't guess it at all!"

Unfortunately, Chi Chi Bell had no intention of guessing.

He just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

"Get your dirty hands off!"

Goyle raised his foot and kicked Kiki Bell on the shoulder.

The huge force made him cry out in pain and let go of the hand that was touching the hem of Decorah's trousers.

"How could a fool like him have guessed that there is a world of difference between how proud he was now and how proud he was just now." Pansy looked condescendingly at Chi Chi Bell on the ground, amused by her embarrassed look.

Several female students beside her also laughed.

"that's true…"

Decorah chuckled, how could an idiot guess that?

"Well, it's a shame that you refuse to answer the question."

Looking at Chi Chi Bell who was horrified and trying to attract others by shouting, Decorah said with a murderous heart: "There is a silent curse here."

"I was really wrong!! Sorry!"

Looking at Decorah raising her wand, Chi Chi Bell felt great fear and crisis.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"