HP: Slytherin disguise

"In addition to me, Harry, and Ron, there are two other people in this dormitory. They are Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas."

"Seamus is a huge Quidditch fan. He will go to almost every Quidditch practice. He dragged us to your last Quidditch practice. It was so exciting!"

"You're so awesome, Decorah!"

"What an all-around genius!"

Neville said as he made his bed and sat Decorah on his bed.

"I've been practicing flying broomsticks since I was very young, so I'm not a genius."

Decorah sat on the bed, took the snack from Neville and started eating it.

"Then you are even more amazing! I'm so afraid of flying that I can't help but tremble!"

"It's so cool that you're practicing at such a young age!"

"But it seems that your father wants to take you home to recover from your injuries. Professor McGonagall and the principal have agreed."

"They said it will take more than a month for you to recuperate, so are we going to be separated?"

Neville thought of the conversation between Dumbledore and the others, and was instantly disappointed.

If Decorah really went home to recuperate.

Then wouldn’t they be able to see Decorah for more than a month? That would be a death wish.

"is it?"

Decorah raised her eyebrows and smiled.

All within his plan.

He can now think of Professor Quirrell's expression. I guess that scene was funny, right?

Magic stone?

You have to find it yourself.

He had to catch him, even if it was Voldemort's order, he didn't want to go find it.

If Voldemort is resurrected early, his identity as a Death Eater will definitely be discovered in advance, and then he will no longer be able to stay at Hogwarts.

In order for him to go to school safely.

It would be better for Voldemort to be resurrected later.

Decorah made up her mind and smiled, her eyes twinkling.

"Decora?"

Neville was a little confused when he saw him smiling so brightly.

"You don't want to leave us, do you? This isn't funny!"

"We will miss you, especially Harry. He has been distracted these days and is always caught by the big bat and gets points deducted!"

"Simply inhumane!"

"It's reasonable for all students to be afraid of him! Pure point-deduction demon!"

Decorah reacted and echoed a few words.

Snape was indeed scary. Not to mention his ghostly figure, his permanently gloomy face alone made people stay away.

What's more, the point deduction method.

If anything happens, students from other colleges will be caught and points will be deducted.

This is probably how Slytherin House’s annual House Cup came about.

Speaking of which, Snape isn't that annoying anymore.

The sound of cheerful footsteps came from the corridor.

get out of class should be over.

Soon, the bedroom door was opened.

The first person to walk in was a short, fat brown-haired student with a smile on his face. He was stunned when he saw the two people in the dormitory.

"Decora Malfoy!!"

He screamed and rushed over to hug Decorah, but fortunately he was stopped by Neville who was waiting for him.

"Hey! Go away!"

"Decora is covered in wounds. Do you want to harm him?"

"No! I want to hug you! Ahhhh!"

Seamus Finnigan is almost crazy. As a Quidditch fan, he will not miss a Quidditch practice.

That day, he was almost completely attracted by the platinum boy who shined in both teams.

One was about his age.

A student who can fight back and forth with upperclassmen.

It's so cool.

He originally wanted to squeeze in for a hug, but there were too many people and he couldn't squeeze in at all.

After he squeezed in, Decorah had already left the crowd of onlookers to find his father.

So it ended with regret.

I met a real person in the dormitory today.

Seamus Finnigan felt like he was going to faint with happiness. It was so unbelievable.

"Decora!"

Neville stopped Seamus Finnigan, but did not stop the excited Harry and Ron.

The two of them ran over almost like arrows being fired.

Then hugged Decorah.

"You two, my injury is about to recur!"

Decorah was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Are these two so stupid? My whole body is injured now, can I hug her so hard?

"I thought you were going to die! Decorah!"

"Don't take such risks in the future, okay?!"

Harry's crying voice came, and hot tears dripped on Decorah's robe.

This also dripped into Decorah's cold heart.

It seems like the ice has melted a little.

"Sorry." Decorah could only pat Harry's back with his left hand to express comfort.

"Although you are so cool, you fell really hard!"

"Ms. Huo Qi who came back was so frightened that she screamed on the spot."

"It's the infirmary where Harry carried you!"

Ron was indeed handsome by Decorah that day. He was riding a broomstick coolly, looking smooth and elegant.

But the fall was too hard.

I don’t know if the one named Chi Chi Bell is crazy.

"I'm much better now, I can jump and jump!"

"But the premise is that you have to let go of me first, otherwise I can't guarantee whether I will have to go to the infirmary and lie down later."

I heard Decorah's slightly speechless voice.

Only then did the two of them react.

He quickly let go of Decorah, and after seeing Decorah's arms and legs wrapped in bandages, he burst out laughing.

"Can I say you look like a mummy now?"

Ron covered his mouth and said, his eyes full of smiles and relief after worry.

"No! I'm not like a mummy!" Decorah rolled his eyes, livening up the sad atmosphere.

Harry sat next to him and kept holding his hand, unwilling to let go.

"Are you afraid that I will run away?"

Decorah tilted her head and looked at Harry, who actually nodded solemnly.

"Okay, whatever you want." Decorah didn't care too much.

On the side, Ron was already competing with Seamus Finnigan for the position on the other side of Decorah.

"Get out of the way! I want to sit next to my idol!"

"Why are you sitting here? I'm Decorah's friend!"

"What happened to my friend? I came in first to hug the idol, okay? If you are so reckless, you will touch the idol's wound!"

"You are reckless! Do you know what first come, first served?!"

The two were arguing about this position, and their faces were red and their necks were thick.

But at this moment, Neville, who had been quiet all this time, sat over instantly.

That speed is lightning fast!

It was almost there and the two of them couldn't react and their position was gone.

"Neville!!!"

The two yells in unison made Neville shrink his neck, but he still gently hugged Decorah's arm and refused to let go.

At the same time, he rolled his eyes at the two of them, frowned and said: "What are you looking at, and what are you shouting about?!"

"If you don't sit down, can't I sit down?"

"Besides, I was the one pretending to be sick in the infirmary to look at Decorah. I should be sitting there!"

Decorah was amused by several people and kept laughing.

Seeing Decorah smile, Harry, who had been surrounded by worry and tension, relaxed and started to laugh too.

Eventually, Neville and Seamus Finnigan had to bring in chairs and sit down.

"Why are you all looking at me?!"

Decorah, who was still smiling at first, couldn't stop laughing when he saw several people staring at him.