HP: Slytherin disguise

"Oh my God! This is a crime!"

"A lovely child lost his teeth!"

Madam Pomfrey looked regretful, but there was an unconcealable smile in her eyes.

"I think it's true... well, cough! There is indeed a potion that can cure this!"

She hurriedly let go and turned around to look for the potion.

But the trembling body from snickering revealed that she was not in a hurry to find the potion, but was afraid that she would not be able to hold back and laugh on the spot.

Decorah's face was full of resentment.

"Uh... maybe she remembered something funny..."

Theodore raised his hand to touch Decorah's head and comforted her.

Although this comfort is far-fetched.

"I found it, come and drink it, kid, your teeth will be better tomorrow!"

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey!"

Decorah frowned and drank the small bottle of black potion.

Very bitter! The pain has reached its limit.

"Oh~ so cute!"

Madam Pomfrey rubbed Decorah's hair with her hands, and her face softened.

After Decorah and Theodore leave.

A smile appeared on Madam Pomfrey's face, then she sat on her chair and laughed, holding her belly.

Silent all night.

The next morning, since it was a weekend, many students got up early and wandered around Hogwarts together, running and playing.

The whole Hogwarts echoed with laughter and running.

Principal's office.

As soon as Decorah was brought into the office by Snape, he saw Kiki Bell standing inside with a face full of fear and fear.

Dumbledore sat on a chair, and beside him stood Professor McGonagall and Professor Quirrell, who had disappeared for a day.

Seeing Decorah, Chi Chi Bell took a few steps back in fear, huddled in a corner and shivered, trying to reduce his sense of presence.

"Child, come here!"

Dumbledore waved to Decorah, still with a kind smile on his face.

Decorah walked over without hesitation.

"This poor student suffered inhuman torture at the corner of the stairs in Hogwarts. It was one of the three unforgivable Cruciatus Curses!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore gently put his hand on Decorah's shoulder.

The eyes behind the half-moon glasses stared intently at Decorah's gray-blue eyes.

Decorah understood. From the moment he was brought here by Snape with a sullen expression on his face, and then when he saw Kiki Bell and these teachers, he knew that this idiot had told the teachers and pushed him away by name. come out.

He had never seen such a stupid fool.

Since you will tell the teacher?

What can be used to point out that he is the murderer? Will a freshman cast a spell? Will one of the three unforgivables cut out the heart and bones?

What evidence?

Just with that trembling body and tortured spirit?

Are you a victim? Sorry, he is also good at pretending to be the victim, and he is also good at pretending to be innocent.

Decorah sneered inwardly, but didn't show it on the outside.

He first turned to look at the trembling Kiki Bell, and then looked back at Dumbledore.

The clear, impurity-free gray-blue eyes sparkled with light.

As the fog rose, Decorah looked scared and cautious, "Sorry, I don't understand what this means."

The young voice trembled slightly, filled with doubt and fear.

"Don't be afraid, kid"

"I'm just asking and confirming, kid, don't be afraid."

Dumbledore stared into Decorah's misty eyes and finally explained softly.

"This poor child was cast under the Cruciatus Curse, which tortured his heart and left him in a very bad mental state. He cried all night last night and ran to Professor McGonagall's office to tell her that he had been treated inhumanely. "

"He said you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him and wanted him to die."

"We questioned him all night and he told us everything."

"We now want to confirm whether his words are true or false."

The office was very quiet, almost depressingly quiet.

Snape on the side stared at Chi Chi Bell with a sullen face, "We can't rule out that he is crazy and talking nonsense."

"Stop talking Snape!"

Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape and told him to be quiet.

"I don't know why it's me." Tears overflowed from his eyes and slid down Decorah's pale face.

"I was just too angry. He talked about my friend, so I slapped him twice. Sorry, I was just too angry, but it was obviously him who laughed at my friend first, and yesterday afternoon he had spread rumors and came back for revenge. I just I just followed him out to question him, I have no idea what happened!"

The trembling voice was full of helplessness, and Decorah seemed extremely frightened.

"Don't cry kid!"

"The truth will never be buried, don't be afraid."

Dumbledore wiped Decorah's tears with his hands.

"We all know about the rumors. This is a very infuriating target and rumor."

“It’s not okay to openly mock others.”

"Don't cry, kid."

"That's him!!! He's the devil!"

"It was him! He cast the Cruciatus Curse on me! He wanted to kill me! He wanted to kill me then!!"

Kiki Bell suddenly collapsed and screamed.

He almost went crazy.

"Quiet child, don't worry, the murderer will be found out, but we need to confirm your words."

Dumbledore comforted him, "I need to ask you if it's true."

"it is true!!"

Kiki Bell hurriedly confirmed.

"I don't understand why you identified me."

Decorah turned around and looked at Kiki Bell, with red eyes and a trembling voice.

Now Decorah looked pitiful, like an innocent victim who had been wronged. Chi Chi Bell couldn't stand his disguise and yelled.

"It's you!!"

"You disguised devil! A Slytherin!"

"Why are you acting like a victim?"

"You understand! You know everything!"

"I have already apologized to you, but you are not going to let me go at all, you want to kill me!!"

Looking at the hysterical Chi Chi Bell, Decorah shook his head helplessly.

"I am going to kill you!!!"

at this time.

Chi Chi Bell screamed, rushed over like crazy, punched Decorah in the face, and scratched like crazy.

Everyone was frightened by this sudden scene.

Only Professor Quirrell flashed a strange and imperceptible smile on his face.

"enough!!"

Professor McGonagall shouted and used magic to knock Chichi Bell unconscious.

Decorah froze in place.

The burning pain made him raise his hand to wipe his face. After a closer look, his hand was stained with bright red blood.

"Don't be afraid, kid!"

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly, squatted in front of Decorah and held his face.

Decorah's already pale and frail face was now even whiter, covered with scratches and wounds, and blood dripped onto the ground and collar.

"I want to tell my dad!" Decorah threw herself directly into Professor McGonagall's arms and started crying.

Professor McGonagall held the crying Decorah and gently patted his back with her hands, silently comforting him.

"D...D...Decola...he, he, he...is...a...good...good...child!" Professor Quirrell suddenly stammered.

But Snape glanced at him.