HP: Slytherin disguise

They were all afraid of Decorah passing by them.

So I could only pray silently for Dumbledore to finish eating quickly, leave quickly, and rest for a while.

If this continues, they will be frightened.

I can't even eat breakfast.

Decorah, who had just sat down, laughed angrily.

He stood up, walked around the long table, and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Dumbledore refers to the fruit plate...

it's here.

Decorah directly reached over Ron's shoulder and took away the plate of fruit placed between them.

Ron was just about to reach out and grab a few grapes to satisfy his craving.

He screamed in fright.

My soul almost wandered.

He quickly turned his head and watched Decorah leave.

"Merlin...is he planning to scare me to death..."

Ron touched his chest with his hand in fear and looked at Hermione and Harry.

The two opened their eyes, nodded and shook their heads.

"Are you full?"

Placing the plate of fruit in front of Dumbledore, Decorah couldn't bear it anymore.

Why is this person so busy...

"Come on, kid."

"Don't worry."

Dumbledore continued to eat with a smile, ignoring Decorah's annoyed look.

In the auditorium, the students have left one after another.

Only Dumbledore was still eating.

Decorah was so annoyed that she could only squat at Dumbledore's feet and look up at him eating.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore had the nerve to continue eating!

It turns out.

Not only was Dumbledore happy to eat, but he was also in a great mood.

He didn't even forget to turn his head and handed a peeled grape to Decorah who was squatting at his feet.

Are you feeding your pets here...

Decorah's eyes were almost red, and he realized that Dumbledore had done it on purpose from beginning to end!

It is simply: relying on the old and betraying the old, being disrespectful to the old!

"I'll let you eat it!"

Decorah's expression suddenly became fierce.

He opened his mouth and bit Dumbledore's stretched out hand.

"hiss--"

Dumbledore's eyes widened and he gasped.

I almost lost my breath.

"Kid, calm down!"

"If we have any grudges, tell us slowly, don't..."

His face twitched, and Dumbledore really regretted that he had nothing to do and had to tease Decorah.

This time.

He paid a heavy price for his actions.

When Dumbledore withdrew his hand, his thumb and forefinger were already bleeding, and blood was still oozing out from the two holes he had bitten with his teeth.

Dumbledore's mouth twitched.

He quickly wrapped his finger with a tissue and wiped the blood.

"Are you okay..."

Decorah suddenly understood. He changed from squatting to kneeling, put one hand on Dumbledore's leg, and pulled his sleeve with the other, staring at his injured hand.

"Hey...child, don't blame yourself so much..."

After Dumbledore used magic to heal the wound, he lowered his head and looked at Decorah.

When I saw Decorah kneeling.

Dumbledore was stunned. He immediately knelt down and comforted Decorah.

He thought that Decorah was feeling guilty and blaming himself.

For a moment, Dumbledore began to reflect on what he had done.

There is simply nothing to do.

Decorah licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with a smile on his face.

He was laughing, tasting Dumbledore's blood.

Just some blood satisfied the dragon, and in return gave him strong strength.

?The dragon no longer desires souls so strongly.

It seems to have fallen asleep, digesting the energy contained in this hard-won blood.

Rubbing his eyes, Decorah also felt a little sleepy.

"Do you want to take a nap?"

He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, who was blaming himself, with hazy eyes.

"Are you sleepy? Child..."

"Then you go back and rest first."

Dumbledore helped Decorah up and was about to take him back to his dormitory.

But Decorah held on to his clothes and refused to let go.

"What's wrong, kid, do you have something to tell me?"

Dumbledore hurriedly bent down and asked in a gentle voice.

Nodding, Decorah squeezed into his arms and said in a sleepy voice: "Go home and sleep..."

"Go home and sleep?"

Dumbledore was a little helpless.

Take a nap and go home to sleep?

This round trip, even if you use apparation, will take a while.

"Would you like to go to the dormitory and sleep?"

He could only be patient and continue to ask.

"Evacuated... no longer sleeping in Hogwarts..."

Shaking his head, Decorah yawned, his tone extremely soft.

After being stunned for a while, Dumbledore seemed to understand.

Empty? Not sleeping at Hogwarts…

Doesn't that mean that Decorah no longer lives in the dormitory of Hogwarts?

So...does anyone hate Hogwarts that much...

"How about sleeping first..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he quickly hugged Decorah.

"Alas...it's so troublesome..."

He was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed helplessly.

The smile on his face is kind and gentle.

Dumbledore picked up Decorah, who was already asleep, and walked upstairs.

On the side inside the principal's office.

There is also a door that is integrated into the wall.

"Mi Bao."

After answering the door order, the wall door slowly opened.

After entering, there is a medium-sized bedroom, decorated very warmly.

After he gently placed Decorah on the bed, he unfolded the quilt and covered her up.

He sat on the edge of the bed and read the letters.

Decorah slept peacefully and comfortably.

This bed is not only soft, but also extremely warm.

The most important thing is that he also caught a pillow, but the pillow had too much hair...

Dumbledore, grinning in pain, looked helpless.

He couldn't stop Decorah from scratching his beard.

He had no choice but to lie down.

Let Decorah hug him and shrink into his arms.

As if thinking that he would be cold too, Decorah did not forget to cover him with a quilt while he was sleeping.

Then he continued to sleep with Dumbledore in his arms.

With soft eyes, Dumbledore put down the letter that needed to be processed, and raised his hand to caress Decorah's cheek.

Decorah, who was asleep, was very well-behaved and docile.

No more irritability and impatience.

Dumbledore was a little lost, thinking about the first meeting between the two.

The young and cute Decorah stepped on the Sorting Hat and was dissatisfied with its sorting result. She had no stage fright or fear when talking to him...

"What a lovely child..."

Smiling, Dumbledore poked Decorah's fair forehead with his finger.

Decorah moved dissatisfiedly and nuzzled into his arms.

Then he continued to sleep peacefully.

Dumbledore looked at the letter while taking care of Decorah who was sleeping in his arms.

The above is either an accusation against him or a question.

But it also includes support and questions.

More members of the Order of the Phoenix asked him what he thought of the recent Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore didn't care much about this.

He has his own plan and his own back-up plan.

Let others theorize and question...