HP: Slytherin disguise

malfoy manor

"Why is your face so solemn? Did something happen?"

Narcissa walked down the stairs with a cup of tea, and saw Lucius Malfoy sitting on the sofa with a solemn face.

After receiving the tea from Narcissa, Lucius Malfoy handed the letter over, then lowered his head and drank the tea.

"Why does Xiaolong want a knife?"

"You don't want to play with it, it's too dangerous."

Frowning, Narcissa became confused.

In the past, when Decorah wrote to them, he usually wanted new broomsticks.

Since I want a knife this time? And there are two knives.

Even the design was drawn and included in the letter.

Narcissa sat next to Lucius Malfoy, put the letter down, opened the design and read it.

"Obviously this was painted by Xiaolong."

"This design is so detailed. It's really hard to imagine that Xiaolong would be talented in this area!"

Narcissa recognized it as a painting by Decorah at a glance.

Shocked and sighing at the same time.

"I think I should go to school and see him."

Lucius Malfoy put down his tea cup and said.

"You should have gone and seen it!"

"I have been very worried since Xiao Long went to Hogwarts. Now the letters I send back don't even mention how he is doing. I am really worried that he will be bullied."

Narcissa said, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I'll take the time to check it out tomorrow, don't worry."

Holding the sad Narcissa in his arms, Lucius Malfoy comforted her that he should have gone to see her earlier.

"Then let someone make the knife first, and you can take it with you tomorrow."

"it is good!"

The next day.

Hogwarts.

"then!!"

With a shout, Decorah instantly shook off the opponent's chaser, raised his hand to catch the Quaffle from the team members, then rushed forward on his broomstick, and fiercely threw the Quaffle in his hand. Enter the ring on the opposite side.

The goalkeeper on the opposite side stepped forward to block it, but was a step too late. The Quaffle passed him by and went straight through the ring.

“Great job!!”

"it is good!!!"

Cheers came from below, and this spontaneous team practice of Quidditch came to an end.

Decorah rode his broomstick around in a circle, raising his hand to greet the students who were watching and shouting below.

Then it slowly fell down.

Six team members gathered around and fist bumped with him one by one.

"Well done, Decorah! You're great."

Marcus Flint was the last one to fist bump with Decorah. He had a smile on his face and clearly liked Decorah.

As the Quidditch captain of Slytherin, he likes such powerful players very much.

Although this is just an exercise for spontaneous team formation.

But the team is full of seniors, all veterans of the game.

Unlike Decorah, he is only a freshman who has just entered school for a few days. Since he is so powerful, he is worth cultivating.

"Thanks for the compliment!"

Decorah also had a smile on her face and a bright light in her eyes.

He loved Quidditch, both in his past life and now.

These are techniques he is proud of.

There were many students watching, all Quidditch enthusiasts from various colleges, but some were just here to join in the fun.

There are also a small number of people who come to see their male idols.

The most shocking thing is of course the new students.

They couldn't react for a long time after watching this game.

Mainly because it was so shocking.

They were playing ball on broomsticks, but they didn't even take flying lessons.

Practicing with them were Quidditch members from other houses.

Although they lost, no one was angry or complaining, they were all comforting each other.

The two teams quickly came together and hugged each other.

Among the fourteen, Decorah seemed out of place.

The main reason is that he is too short. After all, he is a freshman, so he cannot compare with the height of these senior students.

But no one despised him.

Decorah looked up and saw Lucius Malfoy standing quietly but conspicuously behind the crowd.

"See you guys later, I'm leaving first!"

He hurriedly said goodbye to the players from the two houses who were still greeting each other, and then ran out of the field dragging his broomstick.

Passing through the crowd of onlookers, he came straight to Lucius Malfoy.

"Father!!!"

Decorah dropped the broom excitedly and threw herself into his arms.

"You finally came to see me. I thought you had forgotten me~"

"How's mom doing lately? Are you okay?"

Lucius Malfoy touched Decorah's head and said, "Your mother is very good and I miss you very much!"

"She asked me to come and see you and bring you what you want."

"whee."

Decorah looked up and smiled brightly.

But soon, Decorah thought of something, and his expression changed instantly, and his face was full of grievances.

"what happened?"

Lucius Malfoy hurriedly asked, and when he saw Decorah bursting into tears, he hurriedly knelt down and wiped Decorah's tears.

But after seeing this, he was no longer calm.

There is a scar on Decorah's forehead, and there are also large and small, long and short scratches and wounds on his face.

Coupled with the platinum blond hair that was a bit frizzy, Decorah looked extremely pitiful.

"Who did it?"

With murderous intent flashing in his eyes, Lucius Malfoy stroked Decorah's face and said, the coldness in his tone almost unable to be concealed.

"Kiki Bell!"

Decorah began to complain to Lucius Malfoy, accusing Chi Chi Bell of crimes.

"I understand, don't worry, father will take care of it for you!"

"Ok!"

Decorah nodded heavily, no longer crying.

Lucius Malfoy held Decorah's hand and taught her while walking.

"You have to learn to fight back when things like this happen."

"You can't suffer a loss, and you have to make him pay the price!"

The ruthless tone was extremely cold, filled with biting murderous intent.

"I fought back!"

Decorah looked up at his father, a little proud.

"Oh? How did you fight back? Then you are awesome!"

Lucius Malfoy pretended to be curious and complimented him in passing.

"I taught him a lesson by cutting out his bones, but since he dared to tell the teachers, the teachers didn't believe him!"

"This idiot just attacked me in the office and scratched my face, but Professor McGonagall knocked him out!"

"I want to kill him, father!"

The steps stopped, and Decorah looked at Lucius Malfoy seriously.

Lucius Malfoy first looked around and saw that no one was around, then he knelt down and held Decorah's shoulders and said, "You said you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him?"

"Yes, Father!"

“Great, well done!”

"But why do you know the Cruciatus Curse? Tell dad, okay?"

"I learned it in a book, and there are lots of spells!"

"Where's the book?"

"I accidentally burned it when I was casting a spell."

"Has anyone discovered it?"

"No."

"Then when you cast the Cruciatus Curse on him, did anyone see it?"

"Yes, Pansy and the others are here."

Lucius Malfoy took a deep breath, looked at Decorah and said seriously: "Next time you cast it, don't let anyone see it, okay?"

"Yeah! Okay, I know, father!"

"I will take care of his family. Just study hard at Hogwarts and be happy. Don't think about anything else!"

"I understand, Father."