HP: Slytherin disguise

At night, Decorah walked on the quiet street with nothing in her hands.

"Should it be here?"

[The address recorded online is here]

"It's pitch dark, there's not even a street light, is there really anyone living there?"

"And along the way, there wasn't even a living person, and not a single house on either side had a light on."

[I heard that experts like silence, maybe there is no one else living in the whole street]

"It seems to make sense."

"At the end of the street, at the end of the street, I live at the end of the street. It seems like this is the place."

The steps paused.

Decorah came to the end of the street, where there was a house with a large yard.

Outside the courtyard are high walls.

There were lights on inside, and it was obvious that the owner of the house was not asleep.

"So I need to climb over the wall?"

【Yes】

"This is too unsightly."

[Knocking on the door in the middle of the night will scare people. What if they think you are a bad guy and don't open the door]

"Ok."

Decorah took a few steps back, then sprinted forward. Just when he was about to hit the wall, he kicked hard and his whole body flew up and rolled into the yard.

After landing firmly, Decorah straightened up and looked at the yard.

Except for some grass beside the wall, the courtyard is all bare land. The lights in the house are very bright, almost lighting up the entire courtyard except for the corners.

"An old man lives here. No one will probably find out if he dies."

[Yes, his profile mentioned that he likes to be quiet, so no one will disturb him unless his only student comes to visit him]

"Hmmmm~"

"As this is my first actual fight, it is very important to choose an opponent with good skills. Unfortunately, he is an old man. He may not be as powerful as he was in his prime."

"Forget it, just treat me as a good person for once and send him to see Merlin!"

Decorah walked out of the corner and said with a gift-like expression on his face.

[Muggles are not qualified to see Merlin]

"All right…"

After moving a bit, Decorah came to the middle of the yard.

"Mr. Taylor, are you still alive?"

His calm voice sounded particularly low in the quiet courtyard.

"who are you?"

As an old voice came, a bald old man walked out of the house and stood at the door looking at the platinum-blond boy in the middle of the courtyard.

Although old Mr. Taylor has no hair, he has a thick and pale beard. Although his old eyes are cloudy, they reveal his sparkle. He is obviously seventy years old, but his back is straight.

Incredibly energetic.

While Decorah was sizing up Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor was also sizing him up.

A child, about eleven years old.

But Mr. Taylor did not regard him as an innocent child, because the extremely impolite and calm words just now were not like what an ordinary child could say.

Although his words were rude, Mr. Taylor had to admit that this child was very lovable, and he was very likable at first sight.

Her platinum blond hair is combed back and neatly taken care of. Her delicate little face is extremely pale, and her gray-blue eyes are extremely clear. She is dressed in a simple white shirt and has an elegant and aristocratic temperament. She is very lovable. .

But what makes people uncomfortable is that indifferent expression.

It seemed like he was looking at a dead person.

Decorah indeed regarded him as dead, and there was no way he could survive.

As he said, it is better to meet Merlin at such an old age. Oh, by the way, Muggles are not qualified to meet Merlin.

"Are you very good at Kung Fu? I've seen videos of you competing with others online. They're very impressive."

"It seems like boxing?"

"Let's give it a try."

Decorah clenched his fists eagerly, looked at the opponent and continued: "If I lose, it means you are really amazing!"

"So you won?"

Mr. Taylor frowned and asked aloud.

"That's a good question." Decorah smiled slightly and then made some moves.

"If I win, you will die!"

After saying that, Decorah stepped forward and kicked him forward. Mr. Taylor blocked it with his hands, and then jumped into the middle of the yard. Decorah sneered, rushed over very quickly, and punched him with his raised hand.

Mr. Taylor did not retreat, but raised his leg to block the punch, and then pressed his leg over him. The moment he pressed over, he flipped over and raised his fist again, and went straight to Decorah's chest.

"But the sword is still young!"

Decorah said this, but there was a look of disdain on his face.

He felt that this old man was like this.

He lowered his body to dodge, but he did not hold back. He directly used all his strength at an extremely fast speed and punched Mr. Taylor in the stomach almost instantly.

With a scream.

Mr. Taylor clutched his stomach, his expression became ferocious due to pain.

At this moment, he only felt weak.

His stomach felt like it had been smashed into pieces, and the internal organs inside were in a mess.

Decorah continued to take action, jumped up, raised his leg and swept towards Mr. Taylor's head.

With a 'click' sound.

Decorah landed, and a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind him.

Mr. Taylor's head was drooped on his chest, and he was kneeling on the ground, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

There is no breath anymore.

Decorah slowly turned around, looked at the corpse in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Is this a Muggle expert?"

"He's just an idiot!"

[He was beaten to death by you before he could use the boxing skills to suppress the box]

[With your strength and speed, he can’t resist at all]

"That's it."

Decorah sighed helplessly, he was too decisive.

"Go ahead..."

Opening the sleeves, the mysterious pattern glowed golden, and then countless golden threads poured out from it, and then stretched out towards the lifeless old Mr. Taylor.

The golden thread pierced the corpse and quickly absorbed the blood.

In less than a minute, the body shriveled up and turned into a mummy.

It seems to be because of a full meal.

The golden threads trembled happily, danced in the air for a moment, and then quickly retreated into the mysterious pattern.

It wasn't until it disappeared that Decorah kicked the mummy.

"I think I should burn the body with a fire spell."

"But widespread use would draw attention, so I should burn him with regular fire."

【good idea】

Decorah took the lighted candle from the house and threw it over the body.

With the fire rising.

It reflected Decorah's indifferent face.

"What are you doing!!!"

With a dull shout, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a middle-aged man with brown hair walked in.

This middle-aged man was dressed in simple everyday clothes, with eyes full of anger and doubt.

But when he saw the burning corpse, his eyes widened instantly.

"teacher!"

The symbolic button gleamed in the fire.

Proof of who the body was.

"There is still one?"

Decorah glanced at the grieving middle-aged man and struck instantly, denting the middle-aged man's head, causing blood and brain matter to splash far away.

Not even a scream.

He fell straight to the ground.

[Lucky me, tonight is not in vain]

The golden threads poured out, this time draining the corpse very skillfully. Even the blood stained on Decorah's hands was not spared and was absorbed directly.

"I didn't come early, I didn't come late, but I just came at this time!"

Throwing the new body into the fire, Decorah walked out of the door and left, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Although I know the body cannot be burned cleanly.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it doesn't smell like magic.