HP: Slytherin disguise

"It feels really hard to feel like this, Decorah!"

"Can we be true friends? Don't hide our emotions, moods, and things from each other!"

Harry's green eyes were as clear as amber.

He held Decorah's hand, looking sincere and pleading.

"Are you sure?"

A faint smile appeared on Decorah's lips.

"I'm sure!" Harry didn't realize what was going to happen next.

"Okay, then let me tell you my mood and feelings first."

Under Harry's gaze, Decorah spoke slowly.

"I actually hate Hermione because she is a Muggle-born student!"

"Including Neville, he is really stupid! He actually cried because he lost his toad, and even looked for it. If he lost it, he could have raised a new one, but he cried like a fool to look for it!"

"And Ron! A man from a down-and-out pure-blood family!!"

"The Weasley family has always had many children but cannot afford to raise them! They have red hair and sparrow faces! I hate this kind of poor and down-and-out family the most, especially one whose robes and wands are all in shabby condition and are all leftovers from my brother's use!"

"I don't like them! I even hate them!"

"And Hagrid, he's such a big fool! Rude, dirty and stupid!"

"do you understand?"

"Are you satisfied with what I say now?"

Decorah looked at Harry with the same smile on his face as before.

Flamboyant and brilliant.

With his platinum blond hair and delicate face, he looked like a little angel.

Harry shook his head, he couldn't believe that these hurtful, even vicious words could come from Decorah's mouth.

"No! Impossible! You're not like this!"

Seeing that Harry didn't want to believe it, Decorah continued: "My surname is Malfoy! I am the future heir of the Malfoy pure-blood family!"

"I just need to wave, and countless people line up to be friends with me. They feel extremely honored even to say a word to me! It's an honor! It's the most amazing thing!"

"It allows me to suppress my nausea and be friends with Ron, Hermione, and Neville."

"Even talking!"

"It's their honor!"

Decorah said it very ruthlessly.

But it's true, he's a Malfoy!

And as a Malfoy, it was already the limit for him to lower his status and make friends with these people.

If it weren't for Harry Potter being the savior!

He is the one who can defeat Voldemort in the future.

Normally, he wouldn't even look at Harry.

But he also slowly regarded Harry as a friend, which was the limit.

But there were three people beside Harry!

Hermione who was born as a Muggle, Ron who came from a downtrodden family, and Neville who was an idiot!

He couldn't stand it.

"Don't be like this, Decorah! We are all friends! They are nice and will care about, worry about, and help each other!"

"We've always considered you our best friend!"

Harry held his hand emotionally, unwilling to let Decorah continue talking.

"Sorry Harry, you and I are just friends!"

Decorah looked at Harry, at the silence and discomfort.

"I'm already trying to accept them, but I'm a Malfoy and I can't wrong myself!" Decorah hugged Harry gently, her eyes full of calm.

"I see."

Harry let Decorah hold him.

"You're right, Decorah, please accept them slowly, okay?"

"I don't want to lose any of my friends!"

"Okay Decorah? Can we still be like before?"

Seemingly thinking of something, Harry pushed Decorah away, raised his hand to hold his shoulders and said.

Decorah was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Decorah!" Harry hugged Decorah tightly, with a smile on his face.

"They're here!!"

With a shout, Ron ran out of the stairs.

"Thank God, we finally found them!"

Neville and Hermione followed.

Then the three of them just stood there and looked at the two people hugging each other tightly.

"Oh my God! It turns out they are secretly having a tryst here behind our backs!!"

Ron screamed.

But Hermione quickly rolled her eyes and shut up.

"Decora was in a bad mood yesterday, so he ignored us. I just chatted with him for a while, and he is in a much better mood now."

Harry let go of Decorah and explained.

"I thought Decorah really ignored us!"

Ron came over and stretched out his arms to give Decorah a big bear hug.

He had no idea how nervous Harry was.

"I want to hug you too!" Neville squeezed Ron away and hugged Decorah.

"Hey! Hermione! It's just you!"

Ron looked at Hermione who was hesitant.

Decorah showed no sign of dissatisfaction.

He and Hermione hugged as well.

"Why do you keep getting hurt, Decorah?"

Ron held Decorah's face and looked at the wounds on his face.

"I'm not very careful, so I can't avoid bumps and bumps!" Decorah smiled and explained.

"Aren't we still going to check out the books? Let's go now!"

Harry said suddenly, he was afraid that Decorah would be impatient.

"I almost forgot! Let's go quickly!"

"Decora, are you going?"

"No."

"Okay, bye then!"

The four Harrys left here quickly.

Decorah didn't stay long and started walking aimlessly after leaving.

Seemingly thinking of something, he returned to the dormitory.

Theodore was not inside and had gone nowhere.

After closing the door, Decorah opened the sleeve of his left hand, and a skull tattoo was branded on his white arm.

The Dark Mark.

He really didn't expect that Voldemort would be so eager to mark him, a few years earlier than in his previous life.

Decorah walked to the bed, pulled down the curtain, and sat in.

Unable to see clearly in the dim bed, Decorah directly displayed the mysterious book.

The books floated in front of him, emitting golden light that illuminated the bed.

[The limited-time trigger task is completed, congratulations to the contractor for getting a random memory awakening opportunity]

[Awakening memories are being randomly selected...]

The mysterious book flipped rapidly, making a 'squeaking' sound.

As the mysterious book stopped turning, Decorah looked at the page where it stayed.

It's that familiar back view.

[Random memory awakening selection successful...]

[What this person has learned all his life is: knife]

[The memory experience is: Double Sword Technique, Sword Technique]

[May I ask if the contractor has started to awaken his memory?]

"Yes!"

[Memory awakening begins]

The back picture emitted white light, and then turned into white particles and poured into Decorah's brain, slowly seeping into it.

Decorah closed her eyes, feeling a strong passion and desire for the knife in her heart.

Birth, becoming a disciple, practicing martial arts, practicing swordsmanship, and death.

Scenes replayed in his mind, and he seemed to be the swordsman at this moment.

The intense emotional changes made him start to look deeper.

After the memories from birth to death are played back, these memories begin to be divided and shattered.

All that is left is the memory of the knife.

These memories were like compressed essences, deeply engraved in his mind.

Wait until the white particles and light disappear.

Decorah fell on the bed and fell into a coma.

The picture of the back on the mysterious book also gradually faded away, eventually turning into a blank piece of paper.

Then the mysterious book closed, turning into golden light and seeping into Decorah's right arm.