HP: Slytherin disguise

on the black board.

There are two perfunctory words written on it: self-study!

"But professor, we can study on our own in private!"

"It's class time now!"

"What are we doing by self-study? It's impossible to study by yourself all the time in such a class!"

The monitor of Hufflepuff House looked anxious.

They were angry and helpless towards Decorah.

The key is, don't say anything in a hurry, otherwise the outcome will definitely be the same as yesterday's fire dragon.

Putting the biscuits in her mouth, Decorah chewed and said vaguely: "Are you kidding me?"

"You have to do homework every day, how much time do you have for self-study?"

"I'm not thinking about you!"

"I'm afraid you'll stay up late doing homework, so I've specially given you some time for self-study alone!"

“I’ll give you some spare time to do homework and play!”

"It's urgent, you guys!"

"Day by day, I'm really free!"

Rolling her eyes, Decorah continued to take out the cream-filled chocolate from her arms and started eating it.

Look at the funny plots in the book.

He laughed "hehehe" and ate while laughing, with a heartless look on his face.

He doesn't look like a qualified professor at all!

Normal professors cherish every class and will not allow any students to be lazy, sleep, or not study.

Fortunately for Decorah, he was just a professor who was slacking off.

The key is, there is only one practical class a week, so if you can’t say it, don’t take it!

So willful?

If you don’t, we have to!

"professor--"

The monitor of Gryffindor House shouted at the top of his lungs and stamped his feet.

"professor--"

The other three monitors also shouted in a longer voice.

Decorah was really impatient because of the noise, so he simply raised his head and spread his hands and said helplessly: "What are you planning on?"

"Shouldn't you be happy that there's no class?"

"Why are you in such a hurry!"

"Teaching so much knowledge in one semester, it's the same for you guys who study early and late!"

"It's urgent!"

This was the first time for the four of them to see such a rogue professor.

In order not to go to class, so cunning.

The headmaster of Ravenclaw folded his arms and said, "Who said we only need to teach you this little knowledge?"

"Yesterday morning, you secretly taught the sixth graders anti-kill skills!"

"And tell them not to say it!"

"Don't think I don't know anything!"

"That's right! That's right!" Hufflepuff's monitor agreed.

After being stunned for a moment, Decorah raised his hand and coughed dryly.

I didn’t know it was that idiot who actually told this matter!

No more secretly teaching them...

"Nothing!"

It was impossible for Decorah to admit that he was partial, so he patted his chest and promised: "You still don't know who I am?"

"Treat everyone equally!"

“Treat all grades and everyone the same!”

"There is absolutely no favoritism whatsoever!"

He waved his hand to prove his innocence.

But the four people obviously didn't believe it at all, so they looked at him angrily.

"Okay, okay!"

"You should teach yourself quickly, I won't be here to watch you!"

Decorah quickly stood up, holding the book and preparing to leave.

Several people looked at each other in tacit understanding, and then stepped forward to block Decorah's path.

They didn't say anything, just looked at Decorah.

"No, what are you doing?"

Decorah looked up in confusion and looked at the four people who were much taller than him.

There is no way, I am a fifth grader.

His height in the second grade is incomparable with theirs, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.

"Practical class! One week! One class!"

"It's just such a short one hundred minutes!"

"You want us to study on our own?"

"This is a waste of our time! What a waste of time!"

"Today's class, no matter what, you have to teach us!"

The four stand on a united front.

The fifth grade students were waiting eagerly, looking at the five anxiously watching the battle.

"Okay, okay, up, up, up!"

"I must attend the next class!"

Decorah quickly raised his hand and took a step back, his tone much softer.

"You must take this class!"

"Professor, why don't you want to go to class?"

"You're a professor! Why do you hate class more than us students?"

The headmaster of Gryffindor House refused to let Decorra go.

His tone was full of persistence and stubbornness.

Pursing his lips, Decorah knew that he would not be able to leave this door before the end of get out of class today.

Slowly sat back in the chair.

He waved his hand to signal a few people to go back and said: "Okay, okay..."

"Here you go!"

"Really!"

"Is it just one lesson..."

It was the first time that Decorah was so speechless. Could this be a student who didn't like class?

But what made him even more speechless was.

The four of them had no intention of leaving.

Instead, two stood on either side behind his chair, and two stood on the left and right in front of him.

A square is formed.

Surround him in the middle.

As if afraid that he would run away.

The students in the classroom covered their mouths and started laughing.

Decorah was beaten so hard that he felt like his own prisoner, but fortunately it was all fake.

I am a teacher! Not a prisoner!

He could only start talking about winning techniques in actual combat, and what magic spells were the most useful and popular.

Even the basic benefits are listed.

The students listened attentively and with great interest.

But the more I wanted to attend the class, the faster it passed. Almost in an instant, the practical class was over.

Although the time for practical classes is different from other classes.

Even though it lasts two hours, students generally agree that the practical class is the fastest after class.

After listening for a while, the get out of class was over.

It's just unbelievable.

Urgent and angry.

Clearing her throat, Decorah yawned and said, "No homework, you just need to remember this knowledge."

"Go back quickly."

He didn't want to give homework.

However, the four monitors were not happy and had to let Decorah assign homework for the practical class.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Decorah felt that his brain was running extremely fast and he was confused.

Even if you just want to go to class and don't study by yourself, you still have to do homework?

Even though Decorah was well-informed, he was also shocked.

Seeing that the four people and the students didn’t leave! .

He could only assign physical exercises. After all, if you want to practice, you must have a good body.

The homework is very simple. They have to run around the entire Hogwarts castle three times every week, and they will be led by the squad leader of their own college.

You also need to check names as you run, just in case someone didn't complete the assignment for the run.

The four monitors accepted the offer gladly and seemed to feel at ease.

"Goodbye Professor!"

The students all stood up and shouted in unison.

Then they all left the practical class classroom.

After everyone had left, Decorah looked at the empty classroom in confusion and contemplation.

"No, they must be sick!"

Finally, Decorah complained directly.

This is nothing.

Running was assigned to them as homework, and they actually accepted it happily!

It’s simply unreasonable!