HP: Slytherin disguise

Malfoy Manor.

"Oh my God! My little dragon!"

Narcissa looked at Decorah walking over with a distressed look on her face.

She lowered her body and raised her hand to gently touch Decorah's pale face.

"Mother~"

Decorah directly stretched out his arms for a hug.

Narcissa hugged Decorah and asked softly how he was doing in school and what he had gained.

"I made friends with Harry, and Ron and the others."

"Professor McGonagall likes me very much. She often teaches me some advanced courses after class."

"And Mr. Snape, he likes to deduct points from Harry and the others."

Decorah shared the interesting things he encountered in school and the friendships he gained.

Lucius Malfoy on the side said coldly: "None of your friends are worth keeping."

"Especially when there's a Muggle-born girl in there."

"And three stupid boys."

"They can do nothing but make you disruptive in class."

After listening to Lucius Malfoy's words, Narcissa frowned.

"Is it true? Xiaolong."

"Yes, mother!"

Decorah knew his mother would be unhappy, but he did remain friends with them.

Arguing is useless.

"Xiaolong, how can you make friends with a Muggle-born person? And you're still a girl."

"I'm sorry, mother. She is very smart. I want to talk to her about the course."

Decorah's mind was spinning rapidly.

Then I made up this sentence.

However, it is indeed believable.

Because Hermione is a top student.

"Okay, Xiaolong, as long as you are happy."

Narcissa didn't say anything more, she just held Decorah's hand and sat on the sofa, chatting about the details of the school.

Decorah had nothing to hide.

Except for the matter of Voldemort, everything else came out.

It also included ChiChi Bell, but a lot was cut out.

Narcissa looked solemn when she heard this, but she still listened silently and did not interrupt.

Wait for Decorah to finish.

She kissed Decorah and asked him to go upstairs to rest.

Decorah knew that her parents wanted to talk about him, so she pretended to be sleepy, got up, went upstairs, returned to the room and closed the door.

A door is heard.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been reading the newspaper, raised his head.

"I have seldom paid attention to accompanying Decorah since he was six years old. Now I realize that this child's character..."

Frowning slightly, Lucius Malfoy didn't know what to say.

"Xiaolong's character is also what I expected."

"The heir of the Malfoy family does not need to be kind and naive."

Narcissa took a sip of tea, her voice calm.

Lucius Malfoy raised his eyebrows and nodded in approval.

"But dark magic is not allowed in Hogwarts, so we must tell the little dragon not to use it lightly. I think he will be very obedient."

"He's always been obedient."

"By the way, Xiaolong just told me that he wants to play in the Muggle world."

"Going to the Muggle world?" Lucius Malfoy was a little confused, but mostly refused.

"Let him go, Xiaolong is no longer the ignorant child."

Narcissa said softly. Lucius Malfoy put down the newspaper and stood up and came to her. Then he bent down and said, "You are right, he has grown up."

The two looked at each other and then kissed each other.

inside the room.

Decorah just let himself go and rolled on the bed. Although his whole body ached, he was not afraid of pain at all.

【What are you going to do in the Muggle world】

"I want to see if there are any Muggle masters who know kung fu or weapons."

"You know, since I learned how to use swordsmanship, I have never done any actual combat, so I decided to try it with a Muggle master."

[Where can I find Muggle experts]

"I don't know, but don't you know how to look for it on the Muggle website?"

"I heard that Kung Fu masters in the Muggle world will have some honorary awards and title certifications."

"You can search it, there must be an address on it!"

【What if you lose】

"Then you can go."

【…】

[I think you will not lose. The double-sword technique is a unique killing move with three words: fast, ruthless, and accurate]

[If you use two swords, it means your opponent will die]

[Are you planning to kill those Muggle masters after the competition?]

"Of course, I don't want the fact that I defeated countless masters to spread throughout the Muggle world."

"But I think I can kill them with a single sword."

[Be vigilant at all times, your body is still an eleven-year-old child after all]

"Don't worry, my physical fitness is not what a child should have."

【When are you going to leave】

"I will leave in a month. I will be covered in injuries. My parents will definitely not agree to it now."

"And I still need to further master them. When I return to Hogwarts, I may not have the chance to touch them."

[So when are you going to go back to Hogwarts]

"If I don't go back before Halloween, the school will probably send me a letter."

[Well, the blood of Muggles is the same as that of wizards. Can I drain those Muggle masters by then?]

"Of course. They're all going to die anyway, so it's better to make their death more valuable."

【You are so funny】

"I learn it from you."

After chatting with Shu Ling for a while, Decola opened the knife he brought back from school and started practicing.

Within this month.

Decorah was practicing his sword over and over again. There was not enough space in the room, so he practiced on the grass in the manor.

At first, Narcissa was afraid that he would accidentally hurt her, but later she saw that he was very skilled, so she felt relieved and let him practice on the grass next to the fountain every day.

And she would sit aside and watch Decorah practice.

Now Decorah no longer needs to wear a bandage, and the whole person is alive and kicking.

My legs only hurt occasionally.

In addition to practicing swordsmanship, Decorah corresponds with Harry and the others every day, sending them various sweets and snacks.

Hogwarts.

It was another early day, and the students all got up early, washed up and entered the auditorium.

During breakfast every day, what the little wizard looks forward to most is the owl flying in, hoping that his home will send him what he wants.

An owl nimbly shuttled over the auditorium.

It slowly flew to the long table of Gryffindor, then landed on the long table in front of Harry and others, dropped a few bags of snacks on their laps, and then placed the envelope in its mouth on the table.

"Hey! Eat it!"

Ron handed the owl a strawberry.

The owl just glanced at it, then moved the strawberry away with its head, picked up a piece of bread, and flew out of the auditorium.

"Do owls eat strawberries?"

Neville looked at Ron with a puzzled expression.

"It's up to you to take care of it!" Ron said, lowering his head to open the snacks.

Thank God, it’s all his favorite food!

“Idol is so great!”

Seamus Finnigan almost cried as he hugged his share of snacks, which made Hermione look disgusted.

Harry ignored the noise of several people and picked up the letter first, opened it and read it.

Several people also came over.

This is a letter written by Decorah. The handwriting on it is particularly regular and beautiful. It first wishes them good morning, and then says that his injury has basically healed and he will be back a few days before Halloween, so that they don't have to miss him too much.