HP: Slytherin disguise

Opening his eyes drowsily, Decorah felt his forehead being itched.

He looked up and saw a large snow-white beard.

He looked around carefully in a daze.

Decorah found himself in a completely unfamiliar place.

And he was still lying on the bed, huddled in someone's arms...

"Awake, kid?"

A kind voice came, and Decorah raised her head.

Met Dumbledore's gaze.

After such a careful comparison, Decorah instantly understood that he was in Dumbledore's bedroom.

And he was holding Dumbledore...

"Well... wake up..."

Scratching his head, Decorah sat up as if nothing had happened.

Dumbledore was also liberated and stood up to stretch his arms and legs.

It seemed that he was aware of Decorah's embarrassment.

He smiled and said: "Haha, how did you sleep?"

"I think you should be in a good mood."

Pursing her lips, Decorah was in a really good mood, great.

?The dragon didn't affect him all the time, and his head ached no more.

everything is fine.

He really didn't know what to worry about, so he was naturally in a good mood.

"Yeah...then..."

Decorah just wanted an excuse to leave.

Then he was bribed by Dumbledore with a glass of green apple juice.

Holding the cup and slowly drinking the apple juice, Decorah felt better and better.

He moved closer to Dumbledore and read the letter with him.

Among them was a letter sent to Dumbledore by the International Association of Wizards.

But these are all just accusations.

Obviously he thinks that he is being mysterious and suspicious.

Hype the return of Voldemort.

Create confusion.

Dumbledore watched with gusto, and Decorah also watched in amazement.

Until I read all the letters.

Only then did the two of them realize the passage of time.

Even the juice in the cup had been finished long ago, but they didn't notice it and drank the air in the cup one mouthful at a time.

Turning his head, Dumbledore met Decorah's eyes again.

Then they all started searching in unison, hoping to find an unread letter.

But in the end nothing was found.

The source of happiness is gone.

Decorah felt bored.

Following Dumbledore out of the room, there was the office.

It was the first time for Decorah to discover that there was a door leading to the bedroom in the principal's office.

If you don’t go in, you really don’t know.

After leaving the office, Decorah felt a little bored.

Although I intercepted several professors' classes in the morning, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

No one even came to him.

While he was in a good mood, Decorah went to let the first-year students take practical classes.

By the way, the general rules were explained to them.

Don’t teach anything else, just teach them practical content.

The first year listened with great interest, but soon realized that he didn't know how to do magic spells.

So they were all very anxious.

Decorah was in a good mood and planned to teach them the disarming spell.

But unfortunately.

As soon as he took out his wand, Snape strode into the practical classroom.

Then walked straight to Decorah.

Decorah was a little confused, but after seeing Snape's gloomy face and the book rolled up and held in his hand.

Then he realized something was wrong.

He quickly backed away, trying to escape the disaster by pretending to be innocent.

"Teacher, I'm in class!"

"What's the matter with you? Let's talk about it after class..."

Decorah took two steps back, and his heart beat faster.

next second.

Snape came over, grabbed his clothes with one hand, and held the rolled book in the other. He hit him directly on the head three times.

After he was out of breath, Snape let go of him.

"Go back to Potions class!"

Snape turned around and looked at the first years of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff houses.

Obviously, students from these two colleges should take his class.

The freshmen in the other two houses looked confused.

But he also knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he followed him out of the practical class classroom.

Covering his head, he huddled aside.

Decorah's face was full of grievance, and he almost cried.

But Snape didn't tolerate him at all.

"You should see clearly whose class they will take next, and then consider giving them practical lessons."

After speaking in a cold tone, Snape prepared to leave.

But he seemed to have thought of something again.

He turned around and looked at the aggrieved Decorah.

"Dumbledore told me to watch you."

"Come on, follow me to the underground classroom."

Snape's voice finally became much softer, then he raised his hand and casually rubbed the top of Decorah's head.

It's a comfort.

Pouring her lips, Decorah followed Snape obediently.

Went to the underground classroom with him.

The first-year freshmen from both houses have already taken their seats.

During potions class.

Decorah followed Snape and inspected the students' refining process and results with him.

Let's get started by the way.

Snape's attitude toward him gradually softened.

After all, Decorah's potion talent is exceptionally good.

He can also share some lessons with Snape.

No need to answer these stupid freshmen's repetitive questions.

"Teacher, he burned the crucible..."

He raised his hand and pointed at a new, twisted crucible.

Decorah reported to Snape.

Taking a deep breath, Snape strode over.

"What should you do now?"

He turned his head and looked at Decorah.

His eyes were blank, and Decorah scratched his head and said, "Isn't this what I'm reporting to you?"

"Uh...deal with the scene?"

Decorah really didn't know what he should do now.

Snape seemed speechless, with a gloomy and suspicious look on his face.

"Did you learn the spell in vain?"

"While the crucible isn't broken yet, help him transform the crucible."

"idiot!"

He slapped Decorah on the back of the head.

Since some people hate iron but cannot become steel.

After blinking his eyes blankly for a few times, Decorah finally came to his senses.

"It seems that's the case..."

"Teacher, you are so smart!"

"This can also save costs! No need to buy new crucibles..."

"too…"

Raising his hand again, Snape no longer wanted to fight.

He could only hold back his anger, put his hand on the top of Decorah's head, rubbed it and whispered: "Then why don't you transform!"

"If it doesn't change... it will burn out!"

The tone of gritted teeth made Decorah react instantly.

He quickly took out his wand and pointed it at the crucible with a transfiguration spell.

Almost instantly.

The twisted crucible returned to its original state.

Just when Decorah sighed that he was smart.

Snape had suppressed his anger.

Forced myself to leave.

For the first time, he discovered that Decorah could be so stupid...

"Teacher, he's missing one ingredient!"

"Whoever has more, give some to him."

"Teacher, this student's crucible keeps smoking!"

"His crucible is too old, let him buy a new one."

"Teacher, what should I do if he boils the potion?"

"..."

"teacher?"

"Of course I asked him to refine it again, idiot..."

"But he has run out of materials, teacher!"

"Oh, let's put you in and refine it."