HP: Slytherin disguise

Almost without thinking, he stood up and rushed out...

Decorah walked in the dark hallway, raising his hand to wipe away the tears that unconsciously overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

The strange discomfort made him want to cry.

"Decora!"

There was a rush of footsteps behind him.

Then, Harry ran over and took his hand.

Decorah quickly wiped away his tears with his hands. After wiping them clean, he turned around.

"what happened?"

At this moment, a smile appeared on his face.

But that gorgeous smile was particularly bitter.

Harry squeezed his hand, took a deep breath, and said in a nervous voice: "I saw you and Krum separated."

"So I thought, I thought..."

"I'd like to invite you to dance for a while, is that okay?"

Stunned for a moment, Decorah looked at Harry carefully this time.

At this ball, Harry wore a very classic British dress, a white peak-collared shirt, paired with a black butterfly tie, a black satin vest, and a straight-cut wizard's robe.

Like an English gentleman.

In a daze, Decorah discovered that Harry had changed from a first-year student to the gentleman he was now.

And it was a sudden discovery.

Shaking his head, Decorah said a little tiredly: "No, you can find someone else."

Harry held his hand and tightened suddenly.

The nervousness on his face turned to disappointment.

Just when he was about to say something, there were heavy footsteps behind him.

The two turned to look.

Krum walked over with a gloomy face, his eyes were full of coldness, and his expression was terrifyingly dark.

He walked over and stared at Harry coldly at first.

Then his eyes fell on his hand holding Decorah.

"Your dance partner, Miss Parvati, is looking for you!"

"Harry Potter."

Krum's tone was cold.

After finishing speaking, he directly pulled Decorah and walked out of the foyer.

Harry opened his mouth, and anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Parvati won't even look for him!

She had accepted an invitation from one of Wilmstrong's students to go to the dance floor with that student!

This is complete nonsense!

Angrily, he kicked down the singing armor next to him, and Harry punched the wall angrily.

Almost instantly, blood flowed out...

Outside the foyer, Krum dragged Decorah forcefully towards the side corridor.

"what are you doing!"

Decorah wanted to withdraw his arm, but Klum's hand was unusually strong, like a pliers, tightly holding his wrist.

He paid no attention to Decorah's struggle.

Just keep going forward.

Burning pain came from his wrist. When he struggled to pull back, his wrist would be pulled and stinging extremely.

"release!"

"Let go! Let go!"

"let go--"

Decorah's voice turned into a cry at the end.

The hurried steps stopped, and the gloom on Krum's face slowly dissipated, and then he became confused.

He seemed to react.

He quickly let go of Decorah's wrist and turned around to say something.

Decorah squatted down, hugged his already bruised wrist, and began to cry.

The cry was full of sadness and despair.

Krum stood in the darkness, his hands trembling. He couldn't believe that he was the one who pulled Decorah so roughly just now.

He looked at his hands and felt particularly dreamy.

Just now, he seemed to be blinded by anger.

When he rushed out and saw that Harry Potter inviting Decorah, his mind went blank.

I felt extremely panic and uneasy.

What happened next was almost out of his control.

It just happened in such a hazy way.

It wasn't until Decorah cried that he came to his senses from his lunatic behavior just now.

He lowered his head in fear and looked at Decorah, who was squatting on the ground and crying hoarsely.

"Don't cry...I'm sorry!"

"sorry!"

"I'm so excited...don't cry, okay?"

"Please, Decorah! Don't cry..."

"Let me see if your wrist is okay, it's all my fault!"

Krum knelt directly in front of Decorah and raised his hand to touch his arm.

"Do not touch me!"

Decorah almost fainted from crying.

He didn't know what he had done wrong, or what right Krum had to treat him like this.

It was obvious that he had been stepped on.

But Klum remained silent and repeated the same thing.

"Please, don't cry..."

"My fault!"

Krum panicked, and he reached out to touch Decorah at a loss.

When he found out that Decorah wasn't telling him not to touch him.

He carefully held Decorah's arm, and then looked at the bruise on his wrist.

The blood vessels can be clearly seen on the white to transparent wrist.

just now.

It can bring out the dazzling purple color even more.

Krum's fingertips trembled, wanting to touch it, but he didn't dare.

I'm afraid it will hurt if I touch it.

He pulled out his wand and recited the incantation several times with trembling lips before he succeeded.

A green light appeared.

Slowly healing the piercing purple on Decorah's wrist.

Wait until the bruise disappears.

Decorah had stopped crying. Krum quickly put away his wand, then hugged him and apologized softly.

Slowly, he was finally able to touch Decorah's face.

Gently wiping away the tears on Decorah's face with his fingertips, Krum blamed himself until his chest felt tight.

The unspeakable panic was always there.

Finally, before the dance in the auditorium was about to end, Decorah forgave him and was willing to talk to him.

Krum was very happy, almost as happy as the rest of his life.

He directly picked up Decorah and walked down the hall steps.

The front door was open, and he carried Decorah directly through the garden and out of the castle.

It is worth mentioning that there are several dark shadows among the flowers in the rose garden.

Among them were Fleur and Davis.

Decorah was a little sleepy and unable to observe where he was going.

The final answer is that Krum took him to Wilmstrong's ship.

It was empty because everyone was at the dance in the auditorium.

Krum opened the door to a room.

He walked in softly.

This is a simple and ordinary room.

In the corner of the room were a broomstick and some heavy items, including some dusty books.

He put Decorah on the bed, gently took off his cumbersome clothes, and then slowly covered him with a thick quilt.

Decorah fell asleep on the bed, not caring where she was.

Krum breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to light the stove to warm the room.

Normally, he rarely lights the stove.

Because he was not afraid of the cold at all, even on this icy and snowy lake, he was too lazy to light the stove to keep warm.

But now, Klum felt like he had to get some.

And it has to be lit all night to ensure that it will not freeze out...