HP: Slytherin disguise

"Hands out, Decorah!"

Snape said coldly.

As soon as Decorah stretched out his right hand, he was severely slapped by a small soft stick.

A red mark instantly appeared on his palm.

The burning pain made Decorah frown and his face turned pale.

But Snape seemed not to let him go.

He pumped it hard for a dozen more times.

The harsh sound of whipping echoed in the quiet classroom.

All the students lowered their heads.

Don't dare to look any further.

After blood was drawn from Decorah's palm, Snape withdrew the stick.

"I think this is a warning to you!"

"Go to the infirmary yourself!"

Faced with Snape's harsh tone.

Decorah lowered his head, stood up and said, "Okay, teacher!"

He walked straight out of the underground classroom, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the stone floor.

Ron and Neville opened their mouths, looking confused.

"Professor, I think this is all my fault. I shouldn't have talked to Decorah!"

Harry's heart hurt.

After Decorah walked out of the classroom, he realized that Decorah was punished because of them.

He stood up without hesitation and wanted to admit his mistake.

"No!"

"It's me who wants to talk to Decorah!"

Hermione also stood up and said, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I forgot how to make the potion myself. I was afraid of being left to study, so I secretly asked him about the steps. It's my fault!" Ron felt full of guilt.

He stood up and shouted loudly.

Although Neville was stupid, he was not stupid. He also stood up and took the blame on himself.

Look at the four people who all attributed the mistakes to themselves.

Snape's gloomy face became even more gloomy.

"What an amazing friendship, but what I'm most concerned about is: How do you manage to stay here and celebrate friendship without reflecting on your own violations of discipline?"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your stupid behavior!"

The four people looked unconvinced.

Snape continued: "I don't want this to happen again."

"sit down!"

Snape's harsh scolding frightened the students around him.

They could only look at the four of them with pity.

Infirmary.

Decorah looked at Madam Pomfrey who was tending his wounds, and asked curiously: "It seems so quiet here, why is there no one else every time I come here?"

"Oh ~ that's a very funny question."

"My child, not everyone is like you, getting hurt every day and treating the infirmary as their home."

"I've never been so busy."

"Since I met you, I have to deal with various injuries for you almost every day."

Madam Pomfrey's words caused a faint pink color to rise on Decorah's pale face.

"You shouldn't have bruised yourself all over your body, kid."

Faced with Madam Pomfrey's nagging, Decorah could only listen.

Wait until his palm is bandaged.

Madam Pomfrey stopped her chattering and asked him to rest for a while without rushing back to class.

It just so happened that Decorah didn't want to go back either.

He read a book with Madam Pomfrey, and then left the infirmary when it was time to have lunch.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the food is the biggest.

He didn't want to go hungry because he had flying lessons in the afternoon which was a waste of energy.

If it weren't for the last fight with Professor Quirrell, which severely drained his magic power, he would have really wanted to give himself a healing spell.

It also saves you the pain.

"Decora, what happened to your hand?"

As soon as he entered the auditorium and passed Pansy, he was pulled.

Pansy sat looking at him, her face serious, her arms folded as usual.

"Penalized by the big bat!"

Decorah glanced at the bandaged palm and explained.

"Why did he punish you like this? Did you blow up his office?"

Pansy looked confused and disbelieving.

"Really! Believe me!" Decorah didn't expect Pansy to disbelieve him, but it was normal. After all, what teacher would beat a student's hand like this?

"I believe you, but can you stop avoiding me in the future? I feel like you don't want to be with me. Aren't we friends?"

Pansy's pretty brows wrinkled slightly, and it was obvious that she was a little sad.

Decorah didn't expect Pansy to say that, and felt a little uncomfortable. He and Pansy had known each other for a long time and had always been friends who talked about everything.

But it seemed that after entering Hogwarts, he never took the initiative to talk to Pansy.

"Sorry, Pansy!"

"I've been busy with a lot of things recently, so I didn't notice these. I promise I won't do this again!"

Decorah apologized very actively.

It was originally his negligence.

"Humph!" Pansy turned her head proudly, still looking a little unhappy.

"I was wrong~"

Decorah squatted in front of Pansy, looked up at her and continued to apologize sincerely. He couldn't just walk away stupidly before she was coaxed.

"Don't be angry, I promise there won't be a next time!"

"Pansy~"

When Pansy ignored him, Decorah started acting coquettishly.

The delicate little face is full of apologies, looking cute and sincere.

Pansy glanced at Decorah, who was squatting in front of her and acting coquettishly, and immediately lost her temper. She raised her white hands and pinched Decorah's face, and said a little arrogantly: "Forget it, I'll forgive you this time." you!"

"I knew you were the best!"

Decorah stood up and ran away quickly.

"Hey! Eat less, otherwise the broom will be crushed before flying during the afternoon flying lesson!"

"I know, we'll figure it out!"

"You're hurt again!"

"What again? I don't have so many injuries!"

"Okay, as long as you're happy!"

"I'm very happy!"

Decorah and Theodore bickered for a while, then happily cut the steak.

The steak was cut neatly by him.

But Decorah cut it but didn't want to eat it. He just tasted it and pushed it in front of Theodore.

"I cut it specially for you!"

"... "

Of course Theodore knew that it wasn't specially cut for him, but he didn't say anything and just started eating it.

"Why are you so nice~" Decorah raised his hand and rubbed Theodore's hair, his tone was particularly happy and bright.

It can be seen from here.

Decorah was in a really good mood today, so good that he tolerated everything.

It's so good that everyone wants to praise it.

But Decorah is really in a good mood today. Ever since he became familiar with the double sword yesterday, he has become extremely confident in his own strength and extremely confident in his own skills.

Not only did he have memory, but he also had the muscle memory to practice dual swords.

In other words, his body looks like he has practiced swordsmanship for decades, and even his bare-handed skills have been added to it. Without a sword or a wand, he can completely compete with others without any weapons.

Come down like this.

In the Muggle world he would not be warned by the Ministry of Magic for hurting anyone.

Because he didn't use magic to hurt anyone.

After all, he doesn't use magic. Who knew those Muggles were killed by a magician?

I guess no one will pay attention.

Only the Muggle police would inquire about these matters, and they would only treat them as if they were killed by enemies or dangerous elements.

Therefore, it is normal for him to be in a good mood now.

It is estimated that he will be in a good mood every day from now on.