HP: Slytherin disguise

"In this way we will give you these two collector's edition commemorative sculptures!"

Fred smiled and retracted his hand, not letting Decorah touch it.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Decorah curled his lips, but his eyes were fixed on the two exquisite sculptures.

At last.

He nodded in agreement.

"Pretty!"

"Awesome, this is a great deal!"

George clapped his hands and cheered, seeing Decorah's face full of pain.

I was afraid that he would damage the sculpture.

"Go to the office and I'll write it for you."

Decorah led the excited two people back to the fifth floor, opened the door and entered the office.

After finding two pieces of parchment, I started writing.

Fred and George walked over and kept pointing, asking him to praise him more or say something nice.

This made Decorah look speechless and impatient.

Finally, when Fred touched the paper with all his hands.

Decorah exploded.

He slammed the quill on the table and said loudly: "No, should I write it or you?"

"What kind of virtue do you have!"

"If you think what I write is not good, come on! Write it yourself!"

Decorah stepped aside.

Look at the two of them.

"Oh, we didn't do it on purpose~"

"Yeah!"

Fred and George quickly cheered him up with smiles and kept saying nice things.

At the same time, he shook the two sculptures appropriately.

Taking a deep breath, Decorah grabbed the quill and continued writing.

Wait until both letters are written.

He picked up the special stamp for marking papers and printed both letters.

The two letters instantly became extremely solemn.

Fred and George grinned and reached for the letter.

But Decorah also kept an eye on it.

He quickly picked up the two letters and said, "Give me the sculpture first!"

The two looked at each other, communicated with each other for a while, then turned to look at Decorah with a smile and said in unison: "Please believe us! Decorah!"

"I would rather believe in ghosts than you!"

Decorah rolled her eyes, not being fooled at all.

"Okay, pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand."

Fred reluctantly handed over the sculpture.

"I guess you guys are interested."

Smiling, Decorah reached out to take it.

"I lied to you, hahaha!"

next second.

George on the side suddenly raised his hand and snatched the two letters from Decorah's hand.

Fred grimaced.

The two of them rushed out of the door, laughing and laughing as they ran.

Seemingly mocking Decorah for being fooled.

stunned for a moment.

Decorah's expression was distorted for a moment, and he picked up his wand and chased after him.

Fred and George ran so fast, jumping down the hall.

It frightened many students.

"Just a little bit! Stupid Decorah!!"

"I was fooled, hahaha!"

"I lied to you! I lied to you! I lied to you! A little bit~"

The two of them bullied Decorah for running slowly with his short legs, and even turned around and made faces to mock him.

There was a stern expression on his face.

Decorah waved her wand fiercely and shouted: "Go to hell! You two idiots!"

"All petrified!"

The light was emitted from the wand and directly hit George, who was jumping around and making faces.

moment.

George was directly petrified. He still kept making faces and stood in the middle of the corridor like a stone statue.

His eyes rolled.

Seems confused.

Fred was also confused, obviously not expecting Decorah to be impatient.

"Stop it! Decorah!"

"just kidding!"

"It's just a joke! A joke!"

Without thinking, he raised his hands.

Holding the wand, Decorah walked over step by step, approached and said, "A joke?"

"You like to joke, don't you?"

"You go and joke with me too!"

"Except your weapons!"

A red light shot out, directly knocking Fred away with his eyes wide open.

Throwing a beautiful arc in the air.

Then he fell onto the corridor and slid a few meters away.

George's eyes rolled wildly, full of confusion and panic.

Decorah walked over, took out the sculpture from his hand, and even took away the two letters.

"Screw you!"

He raised his foot and kicked down the petrified George.

Then he walked quickly to Fred.

At this moment, Fred grinned, his face full of pain and regret.

"It's just a joke..."

He held his arm and gasped in pain.

"joke?"

Decorah kicked Fred's legs violently, even his stomach, and kicked him hard several times.

"hiss--"

"what--"

"Ow—"

"Wrong! Wrong!"

Fred curled up on his stomach and put his head in his hands.

He really knows the consequences of being beaten.

"I told you to joke!"

"I let you play with me!"

Decorah finally kicked a few more times to relieve his anger.

"Sculpture! Give it to me!"

He stretched out his hand and asked Fred to hand over the sculpture in his pocket.

"broken!"

Fred argued, not wanting to take the sculpture out.

"Give you three seconds, hand it over!"

"It's really broken!"

"three!"

"Okay, then you have to give us the letter!"

"two!"

"No, it's a fair deal!"

"one!"

"We've already been beaten by you, what's wrong with giving us a letter? We deserve it!"

Fred kicked his legs anxiously.

"deserve?"

Decorah kicked him hard again, causing Fred to gasp in pain again.

Seeing this guy dead and alive, he refused to give the sculpture to himself.

Decorah just got on top of him and started digging through his pockets.

"No, give it to you!"

"You have to give us the letter! Otherwise our beating will be in vain!"

Fred was hit by the disarming spell and was unable to resist, and was unable to resist at all.

"Go to hell!"

He took the sculpture out of Fred's pocket.

Decorah stood up and spat.

Then left the corridor.

The unlucky two were lying on the ground unable to move. One was petrified and could not move at all and could only turn his eyes.

One was so weak that he couldn't get up from the pain.

Until the three Harrys, who liked to hang out, turned the corner of the corridor and found Fred and George lying on the corridor.

They almost thought they had encountered another crime scene.

When Fred called out for help, Ron burst into laughter.

Holding her stomach, she laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.

Harry and Hermione were not as heartless as Ron. They helped Fred up and began to ask what happened.

Confront this bullying.

Hermione was the most angry and was bound to complain to Dumbledore.

So does Harry.

But when Fred revealed who the bully was, they fell silent.

Then, Hermione laughed secretly.

Harry couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

After laughing again, the last few people worked together to carry George into the infirmary.

I don’t know if Fred and George will have long memories after this time.

I won’t joke around with Decorah anymore...