HP: Slytherin disguise

Closing her eyes, Decorah began to play dead.

He would rather have his neck held down than get up and leave the warm bed.

Sensing Decorah's final stubbornness.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and he was unable to get up.

What a weird thing...

no way.

He could only let Decorah continue to sleep.

It's never possible.

Really drive people away.

Decorah, who was lucky enough to escape, was extremely happy.

Although he was pretending to be dead, he still planned to hide in Snape's arms and pretend to be dead.

So, he shrank inside again.

Then I closed my eyes peacefully...

In divination class.

The drowsy incense was still burning, and the smoke was already floating all over the house.

The students were attracted by this rich aroma.

Xun was extremely sleepy.

I was not in the mood to attend class at all. After all, the divination class was really boring.

Professor Trelawney was babbling.

Always pretending to be a ghost.

It made them even more bored.

As the sound of climbing up the stairs came, the students at the back turned to look.

Then they saw a man walking up.

It's Decorah.

He still held the notebook in his hand.

Dumbledore came up next. His expression was calm and without any expression.

“The incense smell is too strong and seriously affects the learning environment.”

He fanned the smoke in front of him.

Decorah frowned and made a note in his notebook for Professor Trelawney.

"Students simply cannot concentrate on studying."

"Not only does it smell pungent."

"It's also drowsy."

"You shouldn't let her act like a ghost in this way!"

"Professor Dumbledore, are you listening?"

Turning his head, Decorah looked at Dumbledore, who was still silent.

Of course.

He would get no response.

Slowly stepping forward, Decorah woke up a sleeping student.

The student looked up blankly.

The moment he saw Decorah, he woke up.

He immediately sat up straight.

He looked at Professor Trelawney who was lecturing and listened hard.

"This environment is really not suitable for classes."

Shaking his head, Decorah slowly walked down the steps and left the divination classroom on the top floor.

Dumbledore naturally followed and left.

appearing again.

They have arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

students inside.

He is lowering his head and silently reading the same book in his hand.

Umbridge, on the other hand, was sitting on the chair behind the desk, looking at the students with a charming smile.

She wore a pink collared coat today, and her whole body was extremely bright.

No wonder, the students call her Pink Toad.

The students who were reading silently raised their heads and looked over.

Obviously, they don't like such boring Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

Because Umbridge didn't teach them at all.

Nor does it teach them any useful knowledge.

Let them read silently, read silently, and read silently.

Just read.

They were so bored that their scalps went numb and they began to feel sleepy.

Fortunately it's cold in the classroom.

It was so cold that they couldn't sleep.

"Students, what are you looking at~"

"Please bow your head immediately."

"Keep reading your books."

Umbridge spoke sweetly, her tone making the students' skin crawl.

Out of fear of her.

The students who raised their heads bowed their heads obediently and continued reading.

"This is an excellent professor!"

"Students, respect her and be obedient!"

"Obey the rules!"

Decorah nodded and praised, while not forgetting to write several lines in his notebook.

Umbridge turned her head and smiled at Decorah.

As a colleague.

Decorah naturally smiled back.

"There are really not many good professors like this left!"

With a sigh, Decorah moved towards the corridor ahead.

this time.

Arriving outside the Charms classroom.

Inside, the first-year students from the two colleges were taking classes.

They raised their wands, dealt with the feathers in front of them, and kept casting levitating spells.

Standing outside the window and watching.

Decorah glanced around inside, but found no trace of Professor Flitwick.

He stood on tiptoes uncertainly.

He leaned out of the window and looked, but still couldn't find it.

Stand up straight in an instant.

Decorah was about to write something down in the notebook.

Until, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a hand waving.

inside the window.

Only the fingertips of one hand were exposed.

Decorah came closer and looked inside.

Isn't this Professor Flitwick, who has been missing forever...

"When I'm in the classroom, it's easy to lose sight of me when I'm away from the stacks of books and benches."

Professor Flitwick seemed to vaguely know what Decorah would write down in his notebook.

So very anxious.

Pouting, Decorah stopped writing things in the notebook.

Turning around, he walked elsewhere.

Professor Flitwick immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood back in his pile of books.

But Decorah after leaving.

Still writing something down in the notebook.

In the huge castle, there are only the figures and footsteps of law enforcement officers.

The students are in class.

Decorah wandered outside each classroom, telling Dumbledore some precautions from time to time.

Won't get a reply though.

But that didn't stop him from speaking.

Come to the infirmary.

Decorah glanced inside, smiled instantly and said, "Oh my God."

"Why are there so many sick children?"

"I think we have to go and offer condolences."

Opened the door and walked in.

The dozen or so hospital beds inside were already filled with students, and there were also rows of students sitting on the chairs.

They all seemed to be patients.

After noticing someone pushing the door open.

The student who was sitting quickly turned his head and looked over.

Almost instantly.

A tense atmosphere enveloped them.

"Children, what's wrong with you?"

"I fell ill so much all at once~"

Walking over, Decorah asked in a kind voice.

He raised his hand and touched the head of a nearby student, then his forehead.

The student's forehead was hot.

It must be a high fever.

"Vomiting, acne, headache, fever..."

"It's been weird lately."

"The children have all fallen ill, and we don't know why."

at this time.

Madam Pomfrey came over with a plate of hot water.

She will have hot water.

They were distributed one by one to the students who were sick.

Smiling, Decorah sat on the empty chair nearby.

"Ah, it's most likely an infection."

"But if it's contagious, it shouldn't spread so many symptoms."

Decorah knew the reason and knew that these people's illnesses were fake.

Ate Fred and George's sick jelly beans.

Naturally, I can skip class.

"Hmm, who knows."

"But you are also sick, child, with a slight fever..."

"Drink a cup of hot water and warm yourself up first."

Madam Pomfrey shrugged and handed over a glass of hot water.

After receiving the hot water, Decorah knew that she did have a fever.

After all, it was frozen for so long last night.

He took a sip of hot water.

He turned to look at Dumbledore, who was ignoring him.