HP: Slytherin disguise

"Very good, please pay attention to whether there is anyone around you before doing anything in the future!"

Lucius Malfoy patted Decorah on the head, stood up and led him into the building, to the door of Snape's office.

As if he knew someone was coming, Snape opened the door from the inside.

After the two of them entered, Snape closed the door, walked back behind the table without saying a word, and continued to make potions.

"The stuff is there, let's go play!"

Lucius Malfoy let go of Decorah's hand, then walked to Snape, and the two chatted in a low voice.

Decorah sat directly on the sofa and looked at the two long boxes placed in front of her.

He opened one of the boxes.

A cold straight knife was exposed in the air. The knife was sixty centimeters long, narrow, and had been bladed. The handle was dark, and the blade was carved with simple but delicate green bamboo.

His eyes became more and more fiery, and Decorah felt that all the blood in his body was burning.

Countless memories of knives replayed.

This made him eagerly raise his right hand to hold the handle of the knife.

Canglang!

The slight vibration made the knife buzz.

Decorah gently slid the blade of the blade with the fingertips of his left hand, the heat in his eyes hard to conceal.

Now he only feels his heartbeat speeding up, as if he has found his destination! Even when I held the wand in Diagon Alley, it had never been this intense.

This feeling is more like finding the most important thing in your life.

Hot, longing, connected!

"We will become the best companions and entrust our destiny to each other's companions!"

Decorah had an obsessed smile on her face and whispered a promise.

Trying to wave it around, Decorah felt like she was already familiar with it.

These two knives are designed based on the knives I remember using.

After Decorah digested the memory, he had an innate understanding of the knife.

All kinds of moves are already perfect in his mind.

He only needed to practice a few times to become familiar with it, and he would be able to use the two knives as masterfully as he remembered.

As a future combat partner, Decola planned to use his blood to sharpen him.

Place the knife back into the box and close the lid.

Decorah turned to look at the backs of Snape and Lucius Malfoy.

He was hesitating.

He hesitated to tell his father that he had become a core member of the Death Eaters.

In his father's eyes, he is still a child.

A child who likes the latest flying broomstick, is naughty and loves to act coquettishly.

Even the tone of speaking to him was coaxing.

Recalling his memory, Voldemort was resurrected in his fourth year, so it was still early and there was no need to rush to tell his father.

What he has to do now is to let his parents slowly accept his character and maturity, as well as his talent for magic and his fascination with knives, so that when Voldemort is resurrected and he appears in the Death Eaters, his father will be surprised but will also I think it's acceptable.

After making up her mind, Decorah got up and walked around the office.

Touching those bottles and jars, Decorah suddenly became very interested.

Potions are a good thing.

He can definitely study hard. With his memory and temperament, he will definitely become an excellent potion master in a few years.

"Decora, what are you giggling over there?"

The cold voice came, and Decorah came back from her beautiful fantasy.

Looking up, Snape was looking at him sullenly.

"I was thinking about the classes you teach, Dean."

Snape still had a sullen face, not believing it at all, "Come here!"

He ordered directly in front of Lucius Malfoy, ignoring Lucius Malfoy's dissatisfied look.

Decorah walked over obediently.

"Do you know how to make a coma potion?"

"You mentioned it in class, and I think I wrote down the process."

"Refining it."

Snape pointed at the equipment and materials on the table and ordered forcefully.

It can be seen that Lucius Malfoy is extremely dissatisfied.

But it seemed that for some reason, he didn't have the seizure.

Just looking at Decorah, hoping he could refine it.

"Okay, Dean."

Decorah is very proficient in refining these simple potions. After all, the lessons he learned in his previous life were not in vain.

It seems that the operation is correct and the materials used are very standard.

The gloom on Snape's face gradually softened a lot.

After following the steps to refine the sleeping potion, Decorah poured it out of the crucible, poured it into the bottle containing the potion, and then handed it to Snape.

After carefully looking at the potion in the bottle, and shaking it, Snape put it under his nose and sniffed.

"A perfect sleeping potion."

"I agree with your proposal, he can recognize me as his teacher."

Snape put down the bottle and said calmly.

"Well done, Decorah, he will be your teacher from now on, and you will be his student."

Lucius Malfoy bent down and adjusted Decorah's collar with his hands.

"Ok?"

"what?"

Decorah frowned slightly, not knowing what happened.

Have a teacher yourself?

Is it Snape?

So asking him to make the potion just now was a test to see if he had this talent?

"Since he is my student, all extracurricular time will be under my control. I will be responsible for all his studies and time management at school."

Snape put his hand on top of Decorah's head and patted it.

He was quite strong and seemed dissatisfied with Decorah's confused expression just now.

Decorah was a little hurt from being slapped, and she raised her hand to cover the top of her head.

"Hands down, Decorah!"

Snape's eyes were dark and his tone was still fierce.

Being treated like this, Decorah wanted to cry to him, but the next second, Snape covered his eyes with his hands.

"You dare to cry!"

"That's enough, Snape!" Lucius Malfoy was extremely dissatisfied. He had never been so cruel to Decorah, never!

"I'm his teacher!"

After Snape said coldly, he looked at Decorah and said solemnly: "Cover your eyes before you cry next time. Don't let me see you shed tears!"

"Okay, Dean."

"Ok?"

"Okay, teacher!"

"You can go." Snape looked at Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius Malfoy looked at him, his expression changing again and again, and in the end he didn't say anything. He just squatted down and touched Decorah's face, and said softly: "Remember what I said to you outside, do you understand? ?”

"I know, Father."

"Well, I'll leave first. If you need anything, write to me."

"No!"

Decorah instantly felt sad when she heard that Lucius Malfoy was leaving.

He stretched out his arms and was about to jump into Lucius Malfoy's arms.

next second.

Decorah was grabbed by the back collar.

"Let's go!"

Snape pulled Decorra in front of him, looked at Lucius Malfoy, and told him to leave quickly.

Lucius Malfoy glared at Snape and finally left.

Looking at the closed door, Decorah felt angry and itched her teeth.

He turned to look at Snape, wanting to throw him an Avada Kedavra.

"Only babies cannot live without their parents."

Snape let go of his hand and spoke indifferently.

Although he was angry, Decorah didn't want to argue with him now.

He ran to the door, tried to open it, and chased out, but found that it couldn't be opened.

"Give you five seconds to come back to me!"

"five!"

"Four!"

"three!"

Decorah gritted her teeth to hold back her anger and quickly ran back to Snape.