HP: Slytherin disguise

His expression changed slightly.

A smile appeared on Decorah's face, she pursed her lips and said, "Aren't you going to open the door?"

"Professor Binns?"

He gave two reminders.

Professor Binns, who was trying to calm down, quickly opened the door.

Then let him in.

Turning his head slowly, Professor Binns looked at the rusty door handle.

"This door has not been opened for a hundred years."

"As for the key."

"I also forgot where I put it..."

The smile froze, and Decorah wanted to kick the door open.

But due to his own good self-cultivation.

He chose to laugh it off.

Cover up your impatience with a smile.

"Ah, that's it..."

"Then let's just talk about it here. It's not a big deal anyway."

Take a step back.

Decorah was about to lean against the door and tell Professor Binns straight to the point that he was fired.

Just the next moment.

The door he was leaning against...

Now that it’s open!

A stagger.

Decorah almost fell in.

Fortunately, he grasped the door handle with his hand in time.

But I touched the embroidery...

When Professor Binns saw the door opened, he no longer stood outside the door, but floated in.

Passed through Decorah's arm.

Decorah's expression was hard to describe. The feeling just now was as if cold air had penetrated his arms.

The cold was biting and aching.

Pull out the cold and pull out the cold.

Standing up straight, he let go of the doorknob.

He looked at his rusty hands with disgust.

What bad luck...

Entering the office, Decorah looked around.

There is no desire to explore.

It is really.

This office has nothing but books.

Old books, brand new books.

It has everything you need, and the bookcases are filled with thick books that are old and musty.

On the ground, there are piles of books from relatively recent times.

The whole office.

It smells musty, which is terrible.

Except for a relatively neat desk, there is no place to stay at all.

Decorah is in.

But he didn’t go in either.

I can't get in at all...

You can't really go in, unless you step on those dated books...

I'm afraid if he really stepped on it.

Professor Binns is absolutely unwilling to...

and so…

If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have asked to come in to talk!

Professor Binns lit the candle on the table and sat down in an old chair at the back.

"Go ahead."

He picked up a book at random from his feet.

Just started reading.

"Um…"

Moving to one side, Decola said politely: "The students don't like your teaching method."

"Because, it's boring."

"This has also resulted in many students failing the History of Magic exam."

"In conclusion."

"It's just that your approach is wrong."

"I only know how to repeat and recite it."

"Without any emotion."

"Same as the newspaper reader."

"Children are at the age where they are playful, curious and impetuous."

"Um--"

"do you understand?"

"Professor Binns."

Decorah raised her hand and held the half-open door.

The tone is calm.

It's like stating a small opinion.

However, Professor Binns had vaguely guessed something.

He looked up, shook his head and said, "This is real history."

"We need to respect history."

"You can't be emotional or objectified."

"This is disrespectful to history and disrespectful to what happened."

"In the long history."

"Each of them is a protagonist and a star."

"All I need to do."

"Just tell their stories calmly."

“Whether it’s a big deed or a small deed.”

“They are all waves and waves that drive history.”

"History is history."

Professor Binns retorted calmly and stubbornly.

He did not agree with Decorah's point of view.

Instead, continue.

He began to criticize the students.

“The reason they find it boring is because they are impatient.”

"I don't even have the intention to understand."

"They are only silent at their passionate age."

"And the excitement and heat in their hearts."

"People are like this."

"I always think that I am unique."

"You can do something earth-shattering."

"Only after the blood has passed."

"Only then will you realize your own insignificance and ignorance."

A faint chuckle appeared on the translucent face.

Professor Binns.

It’s been hundreds of years since I smiled.

Even though it was just a slight smile.

But it is full of the baptism of the times.

It's so long ago...

He is not stupid, nor is he an old fool.

On the contrary, he was very sober.

Much more awake than anyone else.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the books packed in the bookcase.

Decorah smiled.

The smile is bright and cheerful.

"Look what you said."

"Although there is a little bit..."

Raise your hand.

He marked the distance with his thumb and forefinger.

"It's just a matter of fact."

"But not much."

"Times have changed, and so have people."

“It’s normal for students to have great ambitions.”

"After all, who hasn't had a dream as a child?"

"Someone will make it happen."

"We cannot criticize or ridicule."

"I think this is ridiculous."

"Actually, it's not funny."

"Look at Percy, the student union president for the past two years."

"He also wants to realize his value and carry it forward."

"Not like his father!"

"No!"

"It's been successful!"

"He has his place in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Even if his whole family doesn't support him, or even cuts ties with him."

Smiling and shaking her head, Decorah crossed her arms.

against the wall.

"We have different perspectives," he continued.

"The ideas are naturally different."

"But, you can respect history, but you must also respect their youthful passion."

The tip of his tongue licked his lips.

Decorah raised her eyebrows and smiled brightly.

He stood against the light.

That long silver hair is particularly dazzling and beautiful.

Already longer than the waist.

The fair face, because of this smile, actually has a kind of delicate and indistinguishable male and female.

Some people are born with glory.

But he is still so excellent.

This is Professor Binns' most direct perception now.

He opened his mouth and said calmly:

"Not everyone..."

"It's all the same as you, Descola-san."

"If you want to succeed and fulfill your youthful passion, you need a strong will."

"And hard work every moment."

"Even one class seems boring."

"How can we finish it?"

"You can have today..."

Professor Binns raised his eyes, his eyes heavy and wandering.

He is remembering...

Feeling…

In a daze, he still clearly remembered that Decorah was the first one.

A student raising his hand to ask a question in his class.

Time flies by.

That student has also reached a position that is beyond the reach of everyone.

Really, can anyone be so good?

Behind this excellence.

How much did it cost?

"You are here today...isn't it because of your own persistence?"