HP: Slytherin disguise

The early morning sunlight shines through the windows.

On the bustling patterned carpet, an eleven-year-old boy lay quietly.

Under the sunlight, her platinum-blonde hair seemed to be plated with gold, and it was extremely sacred. Her delicate and young profile was like a porcelain doll, which would break when touched. Her cold white skin was almost transparent, and the blood vessels on her neck could be clearly seen.

Decorah Malfoy slowly opened his eyes.

Feel the warmth of the sun.

The burning heat of reality made him close his eyes and recall what happened yesterday. It was not a dream, it actually happened!

He was truly reborn.

After enjoying the sunshine for a moment, Decorah got up from the ground.

He rubbed his eyes and started to wash up.

After washing up, he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, an elf appeared in the room.

"Dobby, it's nice to meet the young master. Is there anything Dobby can do for you?"

This somewhat ugly elf wearing a dirty pillowcase was Dobby, and he remembered those big eyes clearly.

"Go clean up the blood stains."

Decorah didn't want to give Dobby a look.

He was somewhat disgusted with this house elf who had betrayed his father and the Malfoy family.

But it seems an elf running toward the light isn't wrong either.

The only fault lies in its betrayal.

No one tolerates a traitor, not even him.

"Oh, my God!! There is blood! There is blood in the room of the noble Master Malfoy. The master is injured! It's all Dobby's fault for not taking good care of the master! It's all Dobby's fault!"

Dobby screamed when he saw the blood on the bed and the blood on the carpet.

Then he started beating his head on the ground.

Decorah Malfoy watched coldly as Dobby banged his ugly head on the floor.

The piercing scream made Decorah frown.

"That's enough! Dobby!"

"Take care of the room! Then disappear before me!"

The cold scolding made Dobby stop.

It hurriedly stood up and murmured: "Dobby will deal with it immediately, Dobby will deal with it immediately!"

With that said, Dobby has already started to get busy.

Decorah turned around and saw her gloomy face in the mirror.

There is no pampering or willfulness on the face that should be young.

Some are just cold.

He approached the mirror and looked at himself carefully.

The more he looked at it, the more gloomy his expression seemed.

Raising her hand to touch the boy with platinum-blond hair in the mirror, Decorah felt a strange feeling in her heart.

He looked strange in the mirror.

Make him very strange!

"Don't touch it!"

The cold voice made Dobby look up hurriedly, and retracted his hand that was reaching for the mysterious book on the carpet.

Decorah turned his head, with a chill on his pale face.

See more than timidly take a few steps back.

He clasped his hands together nervously and kept apologizing.

"Sorry! Dobby didn't mean it! It's all Dobby's fault! He made the noble young master angry!"

Dobby's big ears drooped and he didn't dare to look up at Decorah.

Decorah bent down to pick up the mysterious book and patted the non-existent dust on it with his hand.

"Once you've taken care of it, disappear in front of me."

"Okay, Dobby, leave now!"

Dobby stepped back again and disappeared into the room.

Decorah slowly opened the mysterious book, which was filled with blank papers.

Seems to have lost its power.

"The power of change?"

"Without the power of change, books lose their energy, and they cannot talk to the book spirit."

So he needs to sacrifice blood to activate the book?

Without waiting for Decorah to continue thinking deeply.

There was a knock on the door.

"Xiaolong? Are you in the room? Come downstairs and have breakfast."

Mother Narcissa's voice was extremely gentle, and Decorah's pupils trembled slightly.

Drop the mystery book on the table.

He hurriedly opened the door and threw his whole body into Narcissa's arms.

"Mother!"

"My little dragon, are you having a nightmare? Don't be afraid, mother is here."

Narcissa stroked the top of Decorah's head with her hand, gently comforting Decorah who was trembling a little.

His eyes were filled with distress.

Holding back tears, Decorah let go of her arms and looked up at her mother's delicate face and those jewel-like eyes.

"Yes mother, I had a bad dream."

Decorah was a little afraid that this was fake.

His mother's warm hand caressed his cheek, "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream..."

"I think your father can't wait any longer. He will take you to Diagon Alley early to buy the necessary items for school. Come downstairs and have breakfast."

Patting Decorah's little face, Narcissa had a smile on her face.

"Okay mother."

Decorah also smiled and went downstairs with Narcissa.

On the table.

After Lucius Malfoy briefly asked Decorah some things, he told him about enrollment.

"I arranged for Crabbe and Goyle to go to Hogwarts with you. If you need anything, just ask them."

Decorah finished the last piece of bread, nodded and said: "Okay father."

"Come on, it's time for us to go to Diagon Alley."

……

Diagon Alley is very lively, and many little wizards are shopping for things they need.

Decorah held Narcissa's hand, and by his side was his father, Lucius Malfoy.

Arriving at Mrs. Malkin's robe store, Lucius Malfoy patted Decorah on the head, "You go to measure the Hogwarts school uniforms first. Your mother and I are going to help you buy books and wands. .”

Decorah raised his head slightly, assuming the usual pampering attitude of the young master.

"Okay, Father."

Watching Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa go away.

Decorah ducked into the robe store.

There are no guests inside yet.

"Hey! Young master of the Malfoy family! Do you want to buy the Hogwarts school uniform?"

Madam Malkin was a short, fat witch with a sweet smile and dressed in purple.

"um, yes."

"Quick, stand on the footstool."

Decorah stood on the footstool obediently. Madam Malkin pinned his black robe with a pin and began to measure.

"Okay, I think you can take a rest first. The three plain uniforms will be ready soon."

"Thank you."

Decorah jumped off the footstool and stepped aside.

"What a polite little guy."

While waiting, Decorah was actually a little bored.

Until another young man walked into the store.

This is a thin young man, about his age.

However, he was wearing baggy clothes and trousers, as well as shoes that were obviously inappropriate. The clothes were dirty and had a strange smell. His messy slightly brown hair was a little messy, covering a small part of his forehead.

The glasses he wore looked old and worn, held together with tape.

He seemed a little withdrawn and nervous.

"Do you want to buy Hogwarts school uniforms? My dear?" Before Harry could say anything, Mrs. Malkin came out and said, "Don't be nervous, kid. To be honest, there is still a young man here trying to Where are the clothes?"

"Come on, stand on the footstool."

Harry Potter carefully stood on the footstool, his eyes falling on Decorah.

This is a boy with platinum blond hair. His delicate appearance carries an innate nobility. His pale to transparent complexion gives people the feeling of a porcelain doll.

When he saw the boy for the first time, Harry Potter unconsciously raised his baggy glasses and couldn't help but look at him for a while.