HP: Slytherin disguise

"I think someone snuck in and mentally tortured the students."

Professor McGonagall said aloud.

"Who could it be?"

“It’s been really rough lately!”

Dumbledore frowned and sighed. It could be said that since Decorah was injured just now, they no longer doubted Decorah.

"You... you... you... chat... chat! I... I, I, I... take... Decorah... to go... to clean up... the wounds... the wounds..."

Professor Quirrell stammered and interrupted, and Professor McGonagall did not refuse. After all, Decorah really needed to treat his wounds first.

"Okay, kid, you and Professor Quirrell go take care of the wound first."

"Everything will be fine, it's okay!"

Wiping away Decorah's tears, Professor McGonagall whispered.

Before Decorah could say anything, Professor Quirrell squeezed over.

She bent down and picked him up, then strode out of the office.

In the corridor, Professor Quirrell took long steps and his voice no longer stuttered.

"You should be thanking me for clearing your suspicions! Decorah Malfoy!"

Yes, it was him who caused Kiki Bell to go crazy.

"Put me down!"

Decorah struggled, his face grim.

"Oh~ calm down!"

"If you don't want to try Avada's Kedavra!"

Professor Quirrell's tone was extremely fierce, and he seemed to remember clearly what happened last time.

He didn't take Decorah to the infirmary.

Instead, he came to his office.

After setting Decorah down, he closed the door.

Looking at the closed door, Decorah's forehead throbbed with veins, feeling Professor Quirrell's malicious eyes.

He knew he couldn't escape this time.

"Professor Quirrell, I was wrong!"

Decorah hugged Professor Quirrell directly and looked up at him with a serious look on his face.

"You're smart, Decorah Malfoy!"

Professor Quirrell raised his hand and pinched Decorah's face, pulling hard.

"A cunning, smart, ruthless and good at disguising Malfoy! He is simply a qualified Death Eater!"

As black smoke rose from behind 'Qi Luo', the entire office was filled with biting cold.

That voice was not Professor Quirrell's at all.

With his pupils trembling, Decorah suddenly let go of his hand and took a few steps back.

As the black smoke disappeared, Professor Quirrell was completely unrecognizable, turning into a horrifyingly twisted face.

It's Voldemort!

Voldemort parasitic on the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

Seeing Voldemort getting closer and closer, Decorah kept backing up until he hit the table, unable to retreat.

"Why stand back, Decorah Malfoy!"

The cold voice was like a poisonous snake.

Decorah shook his head hard and said: "No, I'm just a little tired and want to find something to lean on."

"is it?"

Voldemort controlled Professor Quirrell's body and raised his hand to pinch Decorah's neck.

All he needed was a slight twist.

The neck, which is so pale that the blood vessels are clearly visible, will be broken.

"I asked this idiot to find you, and he can't even do this little thing well."

"Can't even beat a kid."

"You are absolutely useless, but...your strength is really impressive! You are worthy of being a descendant of the Malfoy family!"

"Will you surrender to the great Dark Lord? Decorah Malfoy!"

Voldemort asked slowly.

"Yes! I am willing!" Decorah replied without hesitation.

This was the question he was waiting for.

"Very well, I will let the Malfoy family's betrayal go by the wayside!"

Pulling up Decorah's left hand, Voldemort pulled up the sleeve and slid his fingertips across the cold white skin.

"I think you will like this gift!"

Decorah's pupils trembled slightly, as if he understood something, and he was about to withdraw his arm.

But to no avail.

On the contrary, Voldemort's eyes turned cold.

"you are not willing?"

"Yes, I'm just not ready!"

Decorah laughed dryly and did not withdraw his arm.

Wait until Decorah leaves the office.

The smile disappeared from his face.

Holding his slightly trembling left arm, Decorah's eyes were full of coldness.

"Why are you here?"

A cold voice came from behind. Decorah let go of the hand holding his arm, turned around and whispered: "The smell of garlic on Professor Quirrell's body is too strong. I don't want him to accompany me. I plan to go to the hospital by myself." room."

Snape looked at the scratches and dried blood on his face, said nothing, stepped forward and took his hand through the corridor to the office.

The office was still as dark as last time.

Only this time, Snape used magic to light the candles in the office, which instantly brightened the office.

Snape took out a bottle of potion and put it to his mouth and said, "Drink it."

Decorah drank the potion obediently.

"Go sit!"

Snape turned to look for something, and Decorah sat on the chair and looked around.

In addition to the equipment for making potions, they are books and crucibles.

Snape came over with plaster and wet wipes, raised his hand to pinch his cheek, wiped away the dried blood with a wet wipe, and began to apply the plaster.

His methods were rough and quick, regardless of whether he hurt Decorah or not.

After the medicine was ready, Snape let go of his hand.

Rubbing the pinched face, Decorah held his stomach and said, "I'm hungry."

Snape looked at him with a gloomy look on his face.

"Dean, I'm hungry!"

Decorah was taken to the office for acting without breakfast, and was accidentally injured. She was frightened by Professor Quirrell for a while, and had a long time with Voldemort, so naturally she was hungry.

Blinking, Decorah looked at Snape with an innocent face.

Eventually, Snape walked out of the office and soon returned with a bar of chocolate.

"Thank you, Dean!"

Decorah was not polite, took it, opened the paper shell and started eating.

But soon, he realized that Snape had been staring at him.

The look in his eyes clearly showed disgust.

Are you bothering him to eat here?

"Dean, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you when I have time!"

Decorah stood up quickly and said.

"Ah."

Snape's expression softened a lot and he watched him leave the office.

Decorah skipped forward in the corridor.

He felt happy because of this piece of chocolate.

"Decora, can we talk?"

On the way to the main building lounge, Decorah met Harry Potter, who had been looking for him.

"of course can!"

Decorah instantly showed the same smile as before.

The two came to the fence on the high building, where they could overlook the entire Hogwarts castle.

"Does it hurt?"

Harry looked at the scratches on his face and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

"pain!"

Decorah nodded, touched the wound with his fingertips and continued: "That person is simply crazy! He scratched my face like this."

"are we still friends?"

"We've always been friends, Harry."

"Why do you think we're not friends anymore?"

"But..." Harry looked into his eyes and said silently, "I think this feeling is very strong."

"It makes me feel like I'm going to lose you at any time! That kind of vague feeling is very uncomfortable. I really don't want to have this feeling."

"I never knew what you were like!"

"Without even getting to know you better, all I know is your name and the character you display!"

"But I know you're not what you act like!"

"You also have other personalities. Even I have seen your other side!"