HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah walked in and took a look at this extremely luxurious bedroom.

how to say?

It is completely different from the dormitory of ordinary students.

The independent living room is equipped with sofas and coffee tables, as well as some bookcases, tables and chairs.

There is a door in each corner of the wall.

He pushed them open one by one and looked around. On one side was the bedroom and on the other was a separate bathroom.

All equipment is available inside.

It made Decorah feel like he was back home.

This is the difference between having a position and having no position, one in heaven and one on earth.

Decorah didn't hesitate, and went directly back to his original dormitory to pack up all his things and bring them here. Fortunately, it was still class time, otherwise he would definitely be watched.

Wait until everything is moved.

He took out his clothes and put them in the closet in the bedroom.

Wait until he has packed up.

Then he walked out of the room and closed the door.

After exiting the wooden door at the corner, Decorah entered the office and placed his two swords on the desk.

He probably won't go back to the office every day.

Because after becoming a prefect, his time will be very tight.

Not only was he going to study with Snape, but he was also going to have a class with a group of professors.

After walking out of the office, he closed the door and turned to leave.

The next second, he hit Marcus Flint directly. The latter was fine, but Decorah was hit in the forehead.

"you…"

Decorah just scolded you, "Don't you have eyes?" 'But when he saw it was Marcus Flint, he stopped.

"Why are you here, Decorah?"

"You finally returned to Hogwarts. God knows how I spent the past two months!"

Marcus Flint hugged Decorah, punched his back with his fist, and continued: "Every day, a group of students come to me and ask me when will you come back. They are just crazy, asking every day."

“It’s incredible that they say they are your fans!”

"fan?"

Decorah rubbed his forehead in confusion.

Letting go of Decorah, Marcus Flint nodded and said: "They are your Quidditch fans. They seemed to be attracted by your drill. The leader was a Gryffindor named Seamus Fey. Negan’s student, he claims to be the president of the fan club.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Decorah was instantly petrified.

"But why are you here?"

Marcus Flint was a little confused, and then glanced at the office that had been empty.

Soon he discovered that there was a sign on it!

"Slytherin first year prefect's office?"

He exclaimed and opened his mouth.

If he saw it correctly, Decorah seemed to be coming out of it.

"you…"

Seeing Marcus Flint's shocked face, Decorah explained to him that he was now the first-year prefect of Slytherin.

"Unbelievable!"

"There has never been a first year prefect at Hogwarts!"

Marcus Flint finally reluctantly accepted this reality.

"What about your medal?"

"The principal said they would be given out at the dinner tonight!"

After thinking for a moment, Marcus Flint patted his chest and promised: "Before this, I won't tell anyone else. Don't worry, Decorah."

"Then keep busy, I'm going back to the office first!"

After saying that, he opened the door and entered the office next to him. There was a sign on this office that read 'Hogwarts Quidditch Office'.

Decorah didn't stop and went straight downstairs.

During lunch, he briefly talked to Theodore about his move. Theodore was not too shocked. The two chatted for a while, and Theodore got up and went to the underground classroom to continue making potions.

Theodore loved Potions class.

After dinner, Decorah and Pansy walked together and talked about the interesting things they had encountered at home in the past two months.

Wait until Pansy leaves.

He felt that his day was very complete.

Harry and the others who had been following him for a long time gathered around after seeing Pansy leave.

"Stop hugging me, I'm going to be strangled to death!"

Decorah pinched Harry's face and asked him to let go.

"Harry reads your letters every day and reads them over and over again. He almost goes crazy thinking about you!"

Hermione covered her mouth and snickered.

"Don't you read letters with Harry every day?" Ron ruthlessly exposed Hermione.

"You!" Hermione stamped her foot and looked at Ron angrily raising her hand to grab his ears.

"Are you saying it again?"

"I was wrong!"

Ron grimaced in pain and gave in.

Neville looked at them in pairs and shouted with dissatisfaction: "What are you doing? Hey! Does anyone pay attention to me?"

"Look! Neville is angry!"

Several people looked at Neville and immediately rushed up to rub Neville's hair and scratch his sides.

Neville laughed out loud at being tickled and dodged.

"Stop scratching, stop scratching!"

He hurriedly shouted, and several people let go of their hands. The next moment, he hit several people violently, and then ran away.

"Stop! Neville!!"

Ron and Hermione gave chase.

The three of them were joking and soon disappeared into the corridor.

"I brought you gifts, but they're not here. I'll give you yours first."

Decorah suddenly remembered the gifts he had brought to several people from the Muggle world, and put his hand into his pocket.

Then he took out a wooden pendant as big as a finger.

This wooden pendant is a cute little rabbit, one of its ears is pierced by a chain, and it hangs like a necklace.

"Na!"

"It took me a long time to choose. It's something from the Muggle world."

"You can hang it around your neck or wrap it around your wrist!"

Looking at the rabbit pendant in Decorah's hand, Harry's green eyes lit up behind his glasses.

He took it in surprise, picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Then he couldn't put it down and put the pendant on his neck.

He touched the little rabbit with one hand and refused to let go.

"Thank you, Decorah."

Harry started to get nervous inexplicably. He didn't know why, but he was nervous.

"We are best friends, why do we say thank you?!"

Decorah hugged the nervous Harry, with a bright smile on his face.

"Let's go find Ron and the others."

Decorah took Harry's hand and chased towards where Hermione and the three left.

In the last class near the dinner party.

The students smelled a very fragrant candy smell, and they concluded that tonight's dinner would definitely be sumptuous.

Everyone is looking forward to the end of get out of class as soon as possible.

The teachers in class surprisingly didn't yell at them to be quiet.

Instead, he stopped teaching and told them a short story.

Although a little unusual, the students were very happy.

"It's crazy. The big bat just showed a smile!"

In the underground classroom, students from both houses looked shocked.

There is no other reason.

Snape, who had always been gloomy, now smiled.

Although it was only for a moment, it was still seen by many students.

The students in the classroom were talking quietly, but Snape did not scold them coldly and deduct points from them as before.

"Merlin's socks are incredible!"

Ron's eyes widened and he spoke quietly to Harry.

"All the professors seem to be in a good mood today, but why do I feel like Big Bat is happier?"

Neville twisted and interjected.

"Who knows, I guess I may have deducted points from other colleges again!"

Harry gave a rare shiver.

His words made Ron and Neville burst into laughter, and even Hermione laughed too.

The sudden laughter made all the students in the classroom look over.

A look of surprise.