HP: Slytherin disguise

Until Madam Malkin quickly pinned his length.

"Okay kid, you can go down and rest and wait. You'll be fine soon."

"Ok."

Harry Potter nodded presciently, hurriedly stepped off the footstool, and watched Mrs. Malkin leave.

He stood there a little uncomfortable.

"Hey! Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

The sudden sound made Harry Potter turn around and saw the platinum-blond boy looking at him.

Although the words were interrogative, the tone was not annoying, because there was curiosity in it, just pure curiosity, but curiosity that didn't know that I had used the wrong words.

Harry Potter thought so.

He didn't find this boy full of aristocratic temperament unlikable.

"yes, I…"

Before Harry Potter could continue, Decorah interrupted.

"My father is buying books for me next door, and my mother is on the street to get the wand." As she spoke, Decorah raised her chin slightly.

"Then I have to drag them to see the broomsticks. I don't understand why the first years can't have their own broomsticks..."

"Sorry, I just wanted to complain unconsciously."

Decorah reacted, a little embarrassed.

Just as Shu Ling said, his memory is being assimilated. Fortunately, Shu Ling has sealed the same memory deep in his brain. Even if it is assimilated, he can still recall it.

Although there are sequelae.

"It's okay, my name is Harry Potter, what's yours?"

Harry Potter held out his hand, slightly afraid that the boy would reject his handshake.

At the same time, I was also a little annoyed that I had reached out, which was really abrupt.

Looking down at Harry Potter's outstretched hand, Decorah felt a faint tingling in his head. It was a very familiar scene, but it seemed that the hand he extended was rejected...

"Malfoy! Decorah Malfoy, my name is Decorah Malfoy!"

"Nice to meet you Harry Potter! It's really great!"

Decorah stretched out her white hand and shook Harry Potter's hand.

"Are you really Harry Potter!? You are the idol of all our little wizards because you defeated 'You-Know-Who'!"

"I think... it should be."

As soon as Harry Potter finished speaking, he was hugged by Decorah.

"Oh my god! That's so cool!"

"How did you do that! You're so cool!"

Strong curiosity came to mind, and Decorah was full of curiosity about Harry Potter, the savior.

I wish I could keep staring at each other.

Although I don't know where the curiosity comes from, it is very strong and seems to be uncontrollable.

"Thank you." Although he didn't know what he was thanking for, Harry Potter thought he was being praised by Decorah Malfoy.

Being held and praised like this, Harry Potter's face turned red unconsciously.

He was at a loss.

Fortunately, Decorah quickly let go of him.

"Can we be good friends?"

Decorah opened his gray-blue eyes with a look of anticipation.

"Of course, you are the first person willing to be friends with me and also my first friend."

Harry Potter shrugged nervously, trying to relax.

“That would be really cool, I think we’re going to be best friends!”

Decorah smiled.

"Can I call you Harry? You can call me Decorah!"

"Of course, that's great!"

"Do you know which academy you're going to get into?"

"Academy? Sorry, I don't understand this..."

"It's okay. I can tell you that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the best magic school. There are four schools in it."

"They are: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff..."

……

The two young children were chatting happily.

Until a giant appears outside the door.

This giant is about two meters tall, has a huge body, wears dirty and complicated clothes, has messy hair and beard tangled together, and has a somewhat fierce look.

The giant also holds two big ice creams in his hand.

He was looking at Harry outside the door with a smile on his face.

"Oh my God, why is he here?"

Decorah looked at the giant, and before he could show his disgust, strong curiosity surged into his heart again. This time it was towards this giant, the key keeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts School, Hagrid!

"He's Hagrid."

Harry said.

"I know, Harry, he is a very rough man. He lives in a wooden house on the school grounds. He gets drunk from time to time and burns his bed when he uses magic!"

Decorah laughed, but it didn't sound disrespectful because he was mocking.

Harry saw that Hagrid couldn't come in, so he picked up the uniform that he had already made and said, "I'm leaving first, Decorah, we'll see you on the Hogwarts Express!"

With that said, Harry ran out of the robe store.

"Hey, Harry, why are you talking to the descendants of the Malfoy family?"

Hagrid looked at Harry who was eating ice cream and continued: "The Malfoy family were Death Eaters and followed the 'You-Know-Who'"

"They are a group of out-and-out cold-blooded guys. In their eyes, interests come first!"

Harry stopped eating his ice cream and looked up at Hagrid, shaking his head.

"Do not."

"Hagrid, maybe before, but not Decorah. He is very nice and willing to make friends with me and tell me some knowledge that I don't know. He told me a lot and he was also my first friend."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment and muttered: "They are all pure-blood families. Malfoy is one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. They pay special attention to blood and hate mixed-blood and Muggle-born wizards. They call Muggle-born wizards The wizard is a Mudblood, Harry!"

"Pure-blood family?" Harry was stunned.

But then he shook his head, a little angry.

"No! Not Decorah, he's fine! Trust me, Hagrid."

Meeting Harry Potter's serious eyes, Hagrid was silent for a moment, then walked forward on his own.

He murmured, "You're right, I can't just speculate on an innocent child and dislike him because he is a child of the Malfoy family."

"Come on Harry! I think you need an owl!"

"Ok!"

A smile appeared on Harry's face and he jogged to follow.

On the other side, Decorah held the wand his mother handed him, with a look of affection on his face.

Made of hawthorn wood and unicorn tail hair.

It's a familiar feeling.

"Okay Xiaolong, it's time for us to go back."

Narcissa held Decorah's hand, and Lucius Malfoy touched the top of Decorah's head with a soft expression on his face.

Today, Decorah is particularly well-behaved and cute, and he doesn't have a bad temper. He is like a naughty child, clamoring for a broomstick.

The three of them held hands and left Diagon Alley.

School won't start in a few days.

So in these precious few days, Decorah has been clinging to her parents.

Or pester Lucius Malfoy for a hug, and keep coquettishly asking him to accompany her.

Or just listening to her stories in Narcissa's arms.

The two gradually adapted to Decorah's anomaly.

He just thought he was going to school and couldn't bear to leave them, so he kept clinging to them.

Lucius Malfoy also tried his best to spend some time with Decorah.

Tell him what to pay attention to at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.