HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 43 "Sit here, kid!"

"Are you planning to rely on your father to not let go?"

Snape's hand was so strong that Decorah's neck hurt as his fingertips pricked her.

"I was wrong, teacher."

He could only admit his mistake secretly.

"You are a qualified teacher."

Lucius Malfoy rarely smiled at Snape.

"Thank you for the compliment, you can go!"

Snape looked at Lucius Malfoy and said calmly.

Although he didn't know why Snape kept asking him to leave quickly, Lucius Malfoy felt that he had to say something more.

"you…"

"You can leave now!"

Taking a deep breath, Lucius Malfoy glared at Snape fiercely, then turned and left with a sullen face.

"Teacher, why do you keep letting my father go?"

Decorah looked at Snape doubtfully.

The latter looked gloomily, ruffled his hair and said, "Because if he doesn't leave, you will pounce on him!"

"Okay idiot, it's time for you to go to class!"

Snape carried Decorah, walked through the door, and walked towards the classroom.

"Teacher, why did you call me a fool?"

"Because you look stupid."

"Why do I look stupid?"

"Because I think you're stupid!"

"But why do you think I'm stupid?"

At the teacher's door, Snape threw Decorah directly in, shocking everyone.

"Because only an idiot would ask such a stupid question!"

After Snape finished speaking fiercely, he turned around and left quickly.

"what?!"

Decorah looked confused as to why he had become an idiot.

"This student, please tell me your name. Why have I never seen you? Which college are you from?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

Decorah turned around and saw no one.

"I'm here, kid!"

The sound came from one side, and Decorah quickly turned around and saw a short old man, only about one meter tall, looking at him.

His smooth head was shiny, and his cheeks and chin were covered with white beards, making him look like a lion.

"Sorry Professor, I didn't see you!"

"My name is Decorah Malfoy, and I am a first-year student in Slytherin!"

"Well, I'm your Charms professor, Filius Flitwick."

"It seems that you have missed two months of classes, which is not good. Don't leave until after class. I have to make up for you!"

Flitwick looked at Decorah and nodded.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had told him to take care of Decorah.

So make-up lessons are necessary.

"Stop standing here, kid, sit down..."

He looked around the classroom, then raised his hand and pointed somewhere.

"Where do you sit, kid."

Decorah took a look, um, very good, I don't know where it is at all.

"Professor, can you give me more details?"

There was no other way, so Decorah could only ask patiently.

"Oh, sorry kid!"

He turned back, walked to the podium, and waved to Decorah.

"Sit here, kid."

"Are you sure, Professor?"

Decorah looked at the tall teacher's chair behind the podium, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

what does this mean?

Want me to be a teacher?

Or, you want me to be baptized by the eyes of the whole class.

The students below all had strange expressions.

Harry and others opened their eyes, their faces full of surprise and joy.

Thankfully, Decorah is finally back.

If it weren't for class time, they would have rushed up and surrounded Decorah.

"Come on kid, I have to teach you alone!"

Flitwick said with a smile on his face, seemingly not feeling anything inappropriate.

"All right…"

Decorah walked over, climbed onto the chair and sat down.

Very good, sitting on the chair, he can see all the students' small movements and whispers.

"You wait a moment, I will arrange tasks for them!"

"Then I'll come back and teach you."

Although Flitwick's voice was loud, Decorah didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

"What are you talking about, professor?"

"You're too short, I can't hear you clearly!"

He deliberately bent down and looked at Flitwick, who was looking up at him.

"... "

Flitwick was silent for a moment and said: "It's nothing, just stay there for now."

"Oh, okay, Professor." Decorah straightened up instantly. He heard this sentence very clearly.

"... "

Although he had some inexplicable urge to pull Decorah's ears, Flitwick still held back.

He forced himself not to look at Decorah.

Walking down the platform, he shouted to the students: "I think it has been two months and all of you should be able to make objects fly. Now, work in pairs!"

"Don't forget that subtle wrist movement we have been training!"

"Remember! One swing! One fight!"

"Be sure to remember the spell when you recite it, and don't pronounce it wrong. Otherwise, you will be like the wizard Barufio, who chanted the incantation wrongly and found yourself lying on the floor with a bison standing on your chest."

The students cheered.

He started to fight with the feathers in front of him, raising his wand and waving it.

Harry and Seamus Finnigan were in a group. The two fought hard, but the feather did not move at all. Seamus Finnigan was so angry that he poked it with the feather of his wand, which directly set the feather on fire.

Harry quickly took his hat and put out the fire.

Ron, on the other hand, shouted a spell and turned his hands like a windmill.

Hermione, who was in his group, looked disgusted and accused him of pronouncing the spell wrong. Ron angrily asked Hermione to try it, but Hermione shouted: 'Wingardium Leviosa! '

The feathers rose and floated four feet above their heads.

Ron was stunned.

Professor Flitwick shouted happily: "Look, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

But compare with the excitement over there.

Harry was talking to Decorah who was sitting behind the podium.

Harry seemed to have thought of something. He pointed at the feather in front of him, and then waved it. The feather still didn't move. He looked at Decorah and signaled.

Decorah knew what Harry meant.

This means letting him try it too.

Harry felt that Decorah must have known it long ago if he was so smart and powerful.

Tilting her head slightly, Decorah felt for the first time that Harry was very smart.

Since I guessed that he would.

Feeling a little proud, Decorah took out his wand and shouted to a thick book on the podium: "Yingardium Leviosa!"

The thick book instantly rose and floated in mid-air.

Harry and Seamus Finnigan's eyes widened.

Some students who raised their heads also saw this scene, their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.

Decorah waved his magic wand again, and all the books on the podium flew up. There were probably dozens of them, floating in the air, looking particularly spectacular.

The floating of these books.

Some students exclaimed.

Decorah raised her wand and raised an eyebrow at the dumbfounded Harry.

"Oh my God!"

Ron saw this scene and ignored Professor Flitwick who was scolding him.

"Oh! God!"

"awesome!"

"I wish I could do that!"

All the students in the classroom exclaimed.

"what?"

Professor Flitwick turned around in confusion and saw Decorah sitting behind the podium, holding up a wand.

In mid-air.