HP: Slytherin disguise

Infirmary.

The usually quiet and empty infirmary was now filled with several people.

That was Dumbledore and several professors.

And Lucius Malfoy, who looked gloomy.

Decorah was lying on the hospital bed, and in the bed next to him was Neville, who was pretending to sleep.

Everyone can understand Lucius Malfoy's anger. After all, his child was pushed down from a height at school and almost died. Even a father would be angry.

"Sorry, this is the school's negligence. We will provide safety knowledge education as soon as possible."

Dumbledore was deeply sorry for this.

Ms. Huo Qi, who couldn't say anything, was more nervous than anyone else because this was all her negligence.

Two students fell and were injured in her class.

This would call into question her qualifications to be a flying lesson instructor.

Fortunately, Lucius Malfoy didn't even look at her.

"This is murder!"

"That idiot should be sent to Azkaban!"

"Accept criticism!"

Lucius Malfoy stared at Dumbledore's words, his eyes red.

"We have already dealt with this matter initially, and he has been permanently expelled from Hogwarts!"

"And the Ministry of Magic was notified, and his information was blocked. He will not be able to enter any magic school or magic department for life."

"please understand."

Professor McGonagall's clear explanation first calmed down the angry Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes...yes, yes...yes...!"

"No, no, no...but! De...Decora! What...what...when...can...can...can!"

"Can recover!"

Professor Quirrell on the side stuttered out these words.

Several people waited for more than a minute for him to finish these words.

"It will probably take more than a month. Decorah has been in a coma for three days. Now it seems that he should wake up soon."

Professor McGonagall made an estimate.

But no one noticed that Professor Quirrell had a strange expression.

"I will take Decorah home to recover."

Lucius Malfoy said righteously without any room for refutation. His Decorah was injured here every three days, and he had to take him home to recuperate, just in case.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall looked at each other and chose to acquiesce.

"Decora is a very talented child. He is almost smarter than I can imagine. He is also very comfortable in the use of magic. He can understand everything at once. I think there will be no loss if he misses these lessons."

"When he comes back, I will give him extra lessons."

Professor McGonagall was a little reluctant to leave, but also knew that Decorah needed to rest quietly at home.

This incident was a huge blow to a child.

Both for mind and body.

She could also understand, and was even worried about Decorah's psychological problems.

"I hope you can allow him to relax at home during this time off from school to recuperate, otherwise it is easy for him to have psychological problems."

Facing Professor McGonagall's kind words, Lucius Malfoy did not refute, but just nodded lightly and said:

"Of course, I will ensure his physical and mental safety."

"I won't let him get hurt at all, not even a scratch on his skin!"

He promised with some connotation.

Several people continued to chat in low voices.

Decorah woke up leisurely in the hospital bed, with a hint of pain on his pale and transparent face.

"Hey...Decora--"

Neville, who noticed him waking up, shouted to him in a low voice.

Decorah turned around and saw Neville lying next door.

He gave Neville a faint, somewhat forced smile.

"Na!"

Neville threw him a piece of simply wrapped chocolate.

Neville thought that Decorah would be hungry when he woke up after being comatose for a few days, so he threw him chocolate to supplement his calories.

Decorah slowly raised his left hand that was wrapped in bandages.

Slowly pinch the piece of chocolate with your fingertips.

At this moment, both of his arms were wrapped in bandages, and they were still stinging extremely. Especially his right arm, which was already numb with pain, and moving it would be an epic disaster.

Neville looked solemnly, fearing that Decorah would cry out in pain the next second.

Decorah glanced at the chocolate.

Well, the appearance doesn't look very good.

The fingertips of her left hand flexibly peeled off the paper shell, and Decorah couldn't wait to take a bite.

Bitter!

Like spoiled chocolate!

Decorah's expression twisted, and she threw the chocolate on Neville's head angrily.

Neville covered his head and did not dare to make a sound.

He was afraid of disturbing Dumbledore, who was talking in a low voice over there.

Although he was confused, Neville picked it up and took a sip, and the next second he made a bitter expression.

He rolled his eyes and almost didn't go over to see Merlin.

Neville glanced at Decorah apologetically and made gestures to him.

It probably meant apologizing and asking him if he could get up.

He wanted Decorah to go out with him.

Decorah looked at the people gathered in the distance talking in low voices and tried to move.

Fortunately, I can move my legs.

He nodded at Neville.

Neville happily gestured at him a few times, then got out of bed and walked over quietly.

Decorah lifted the quilt, endured the pain and got out of bed. With Neville's help, she quickly put on her slippers, and then picked up the robe hanging beside the bed.

Then he quietly sneaked to the door of the infirmary and slowly opened the door.

Fortunately, we were too involved in the conversation there.

No one noticed what was going on here at all.

Out of the infirmary.

Only two people dared to walk and talk at the same time.

"You look miserable, Decorah."

"That person was fired a few days ago and was taken away by people from the Ministry of Magic."

"Harry they were all frightened."

"In order to keep tabs on you, I can only pretend to be sick and stay here!"

"Thank God you finally woke up."

"Otherwise, I will be kicked out of the infirmary in the afternoon."

"correct."

"Harry and the others told me why you had a conflict with Qiqi Bell. It was all because of me."

"If it weren't for my memory ball, you wouldn't have chased it and then been pushed down by him. I'm sorry, Decorah!"

Neville looked at Decorah solemnly, with a look of apology and gratitude.

"From now on, you will be my best, best, best... countless best, best friends!"

After saying that, Neville hugged Decorah gently.

He didn't dare to hug her hard, for fear of touching Decorah's injured area.

Decorah was a little dazed, and something seemed to be touched in his heart. Is this a friend?

He seemed to understand Harry's dilemma that day.

"Well, best friends..."

Decorah also hugged Neville gently, with a smile on her lips.

The two hugged each other for a while before letting go.

Neville held Decorah's left hand, and the two walked forward side by side. He originally wanted to help Decorah, but was refused.

"Where are we going?"

"Of course we're going to the dormitory! Oh, it's Gryffindor's dormitory!"

"Harry and the others are still in class now. Let's go to the dormitory and wait for them to finish class. I think get out of class should be over soon."

"Ok."

The two soon arrived at the Gryffindor lounge, then passed through a door and entered the corridor of the dormitory.

This is different from Slytherin's dormitory.

It looks like a lively design. Opposite the door is the door of another dormitory, and opposite the door of the Slytherin dormitory is the cold back wall. Anyway, it is as cold as possible.

Neville pushed open the door of his dormitory and pulled Decorah in.

Then he turned around and closed the door.

Decorah looked around. There were a total of five beds in this dormitory, as well as several small wardrobes. The dormitory looked a little crowded, but it was very cozy, like a warm nest.

The entire dormitory is themed in red and yellow.

Looks eager and warm.