HP: Slytherin disguise

"The great master has fallen into a deep sleep. Before he wakes up, we must get the magic stone."

"Let the master reshape his body!"

The heat in Professor Quirrell's eyes almost came out.

This shows his loyalty and fanaticism towards Voldemort.

But to Decorah, this man was too brainwashed.

"Isn't the Philosopher's Stone in Vault 713 at Gringotts?"

"If you're going to die, don't hold me back!"

Decorah made sure there was no one around, then looked at Professor Quirrell and said fiercely.

It's crazy.

Not only brainless but stupid.

Professor Quirrell didn't care about Decorah's disdain, but sneered: "Who told you that the Philosopher's Stone is still in the Gringotts 713 vault?"

"Someone has already sneaked in to look for it, but the Philosopher's Stone was not found in the Gringotts 713 vault."

"I heard from Dumbledore that the Philosopher's Stone has been taken out of Gringotts by Hagrid and is hidden somewhere in Hogwarts!"

"We must find it! Let the master reshape the body and rule the entire magical world! Let everyone crawl at his feet!"

Frowning, Decorah didn't expect that the Philosopher's Stone would be taken out of Gringotts by Hagrid.

Dumbledore was so smart, knowing that Voldemort would go after the Philosopher's Stone and rob Gringotts, so he could take the Philosopher's Stone back to Hogwarts and hide it in advance.

What an old fox.

It is said that people become confused when they get old, but now it seems that this person is not only not confused, but also matures with age.

"But we don't know where it is hidden!"

"You don't want to search openly, do you?"

"You don't know how many secret rooms and places there are in Hogwarts. It's completely impossible to search them secretly."

"What if it's not hidden and it's Dumbledore?"

"When you say this, can you use your brain?"

Decorah raised his hand and pointed at his head, his face gloomy and cold.

Talking to idiots is just tiring.

"Are you afraid?"

"For the resurrection of the great Dark Lord, we can die!"

"We must find the Philosopher's Stone, even if it is discovered, we must pay the price with our lives!!!"

"Compared with the resurrection of the great Dark Lord, our lives are completely expendable!"

"It's our pleasure!"

"Highest honor and glory!"

Professor Quirrell's body was trembling with excitement, and the enthusiasm on his face almost turned into madness. He wanted to die for Voldemort immediately.

"If you want to die, die yourself!"

"I don't want to die with you, an idiot!"

Decorah looked at him coldly, then turned to leave.

"This is the order of the great Dark Lord!"

"You don't want to disobey the master's orders and missions, do you?"

The eerie sound made Decorah stop after walking some distance.

He turned to look at Professor Quirrell, "Is this his order?"

"This is the order of the great Dark Lord. I don't think you will refuse to obey?"

The enthusiasm on Professor Quirrell's face faded and turned into coldness.

"I will pay careful attention and come to me if you have any clues!" Decorah's eyes flashed with thought, and he quickly agreed.

Voldemort will never die until the end.

His refusal to obey now is simply making himself uncomfortable in the future.

After agreeing, Decorah quickly left here.

After he arrived at the underground classroom, he quickly sat down in his seat.

After briefly greeting the four Harrys.

Snape 'floated' in.

He first stood on the stage and looked around, then gave Harry a cold look.

"Since the last class was disrupted by some idiot, this time we need to continue the lecture from last time."

"Now everyone gets started immediately and continues to refine the potion I asked you to refine last time. I think you haven't forgotten it, right? If you can't refine it, then there is no need to end get out of class."

After finishing speaking, Snape took a book and started wandering around.

The students got to work one after another, refining potions to treat boils.

"What should I do? I forgot the steps!"

"Harry, do you remember?"

Ron in front suddenly exclaimed in a low voice that he had forgotten the refining steps and the sequence of materials.

"I don't know either. The dean just told it twice last time."

Harry obviously didn't know either.

Hermione and Neville, who were sitting next to them, looked over. Neville whispered: "Oh my god, I forgot what you said!"

The three of them looked at each other and could only turn Xiyi's eyes to Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes, speechless.

"Don't count on me. I don't remember it either. I've been playing crazy with you these past few days and I don't even have time to read or review."

The four of them looked around and found that most of the students in the class were scratching their heads, frowning and sighing.

Obviously, they didn't remember either.

Decorah prepared the potion skillfully and handed it to Snape who came over for inspection.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Snape nodded with satisfaction, but didn't show it on his face.

After completing the inspection, Snape turned to other places to inspect the students' refining process.

As soon as Snape left, Ron turned his head.

"Decora, you are the best person in the world, help me, I don't want to be left studying after class!"

Looking at Ron's face full of requests and expectations.

Decorah thought about Snape's words to him not to chat in his class.

However, teaching students to make potions shouldn’t be counted, right?

He could only glance at Snape who was carrying them cautiously, then lowered his head and talked to the four Harrys.

Hermione listened with great interest, and actually felt a sense of admiration.

She is a very confident and hardworking person.

For the first time, she felt that others were better than her, and that they were very smart and had a good memory.

"Decora, you're the best!"

"Thank you!!"

Neville didn't want to be left to study, so he was extremely moved by such a rescue.

Harry listened carefully and kept it in his mind.

However, a few people did not notice that the discussion around them gradually became quieter.

Until it was quiet and only they were talking secretly.

Only then did a few people realize something was wrong.

When they looked up, they found that the entire classroom was extremely quiet, and the students were watching them quietly.

Decorah looked at Snape behind Harry, a little confused.

Has it been discovered?

The four Harrys who turned around looked at Snape, who had a gloomy face, and they all sat up straight and lowered their heads.

“I’m most annoyed by students who secretly chat in class!”

"And there are quite a few of them."

Snape said in a cold voice word by word, then raised the book in his hand and slapped Harry hard on the head.

Harry covered his head in pain with a look of pain on his face.

"And you!"

This time the book hit Ron hard on the head. Ron screamed in pain, and was hit again the next second. Ron then honestly covered his mouth and endured the pain.

"You two are almost leaving your seats!"

Snape walked to Hermione and Neville's table and still hit the book in his hand viciously.

One person at a time.

Both of them covered their heads and looked aggrieved.

Decorah felt a bit toothache, and unconsciously touched his head.

When Snape came over, he was already prepared to be beaten, but Snape did not take action.

Decorah glanced quietly at Snape.

The latter was staring at him with a sullen face, looking like he wanted to eat him alive.