HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah bit her crimson, plump lips, her eyes were wet, and she looked as confused and scared as a deer.

Her long, silvery, loose hair was scattered around her sides.

Expose your slender and fragile neck.

Bella propped herself up on her hands, making sure she wasn't on top of Decorah.

Because she hesitated.

Precisely.

It was because he was afraid of hurting Decorah.

Even she couldn't ignore the boy's wet eyes.

It doesn't matter if you feel wronged at all.

not to mention.

It's his nephew.

Propping her elbows on the bed, Decorah stood up slightly and put an arm around Bella's neck.

He just raised his head slightly.

Staring into Bella's eyes with wet eyes.

It was as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.

The atmosphere became subtle.

It also gradually became strange.

Bella's dark eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism.

He directly pressed Decorah on the bed.

She buried her head in his neck and sniffed lightly.

Then touch it gently with your lips and crush it.

"Cuckoo~"

Decorah suddenly laughed and raised his leg to resist Bella who wanted to continue.

By the way, gently push the person away with your hands.

Turn over and lie down on your side.

Cover yourself with quilt, close your eyes and go to sleep.

Don't give Bella any chance to speak.

Raising her hand to rub her lips, Bella turned her head and looked at Decorah's sleeping figure.

A few weird laughs.

Bella tilted her head and sniffed the fragrance remaining in the air.

It's sweet...

next morning.

Feel the pain coming from the back of your neck.

Decorah slowly opened his eyes. He was about to get up, but stopped.

Bow down.

Wrapped around her waist were Bella's arms.

She seemed to notice that he was trying to leave.

The arms tightened slightly, and then the world began to spin.

Before Decorah had time to react, he was thrown onto the bed.

Fortunately, the quilt is very soft.

No pain from falling.

But what's amazing is Bella's arm strength.

"Little Dragon Dragon~"

"Where are you going?"

A whisper came to my ears.

Decorah raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little uncomfortable and said: "I'm not going anywhere, but my neck hurts..."

"What a strange feeling."

It is indeed a bit strange to say that the pain is not very painful.

"Is this how it feels?"

Bella turned her head and licked his neck with the tip of her scarlet tongue.

Then he came closer and bit lightly.

"hiss--"

"No wonder my neck hurts in the middle of the night..."

Quickly sitting up, Decola got out of bed as if running away, put on her shoes and rushed out of the door.

Looked at the door closing with a bang.

Bella sat up slowly...

"Mr. Briggs, it's time to wake up."

Throwing himself onto the bed, Decorah directly pulled back the quilt.

Briggs, who had wrapped himself tightly, was exposed.

He doesn't look in good shape.

His eyes were all blue and purple.

Listless.

It's like staying up all night without sleeping.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw it was Decorah.

Briggs sobered up instantly.

Get up quickly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the young man's bright smile, which was somewhat dreamy.

"Did you not sleep last night?"

Decorah looked at Briggs carefully.

Some doubts.

"Can't sleep."

Raising his hand to cover the upper half of his face, Briggs replied in a muffled voice.

"I'm sorry you couldn't sleep."

"But you have to cheer up, Mr. Briggs."

"Don't forget your mission."

"Keep your eyes on me at all times!"

"Then report to sir!"

The smile on Decorah's face was thick and taunting.

He squared Briggs' face with his hand.

I took a photo by the way.

Let the latter sober up.

"It's not monitoring, it's following."

"Sir didn't ask me to report..."

Briggs explained quickly.

But soon.

He discovered something strange.

Because Decorah doesn't seem to care about these things at all.

Just teasing him.

Frowning in annoyance, Briggs looked away.

Don't let Decorah touch you.

"Stupid and slow to react."

"Sir, do you plan to let you follow me to see the scenery?"

The smile slowly disappeared.

Decorah let go of her hand and turned to the bathroom to wash up.

Feeling the touch disappear from his face, Briggs raised his hand and touched his cheek.

He lay down again and covered himself with the quilt...

Turn around and look in the mirror.

Decorah clicked his tongue and touched the back of his neck unnaturally.

On the white back of the neck.

Has red bite marks.

It looks densely packed.

Some seemed to have blood seeping through them.

But there was no trace of blood on the skin.

After a quick wash.

Decorah left the bathroom and pulled out a turtleneck shirt.

The pleated lace sleeves made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The wrists were strangled uncomfortably.

But get used to it.

It shouldn't be that uncomfortable.

After changing clothes, Decorah had just buttoned them up.

Then he noticed a glance coming towards him.

No need to think, you know who it is.

"Did that 'crazy woman' bite you?"

Briggs rolled over and got out of bed, his eyes still dull and lifeless.

He seemed to see the bite marks on the back of Decorah's neck.

The tone was very hesitant.

"Don't call her 'crazy woman,' that's my aunt."

Turning around, Decorah's expression changed slightly.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, Briggs reminded aloud: "This is very ambiguous, isn't it?"

"Is she your...aunt?"

"Then this is even more bizarre."

"Without aunt, this would be the case."

"I won't leave any ambiguous marks on my nephew's neck."

He tied his long hair up nonchalantly.

Decorah didn't see anything wrong at all.

He really couldn't feel the weirdness.

Is this weird?

"I am now the Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts."

Seeing that Decorah had no interest in discussing that unpleasant topic.

Briggs quickly changed the subject.

He mentioned that he became the Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts.

After leaving France last time.

He went to the Ministry of Magic and got hired again through connections.

Then apply to be a teacher at Hogwarts.

after all.

The position of Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts has always been vacant.

His application was successful very quickly.

Here, the full efforts of other party members are indispensable.

He was supposed to join the job yesterday morning, and Umbridge should introduce him to the students.

But since his mission is to follow Decorah.

So I didn’t stay any longer and completed the induction ceremony.

"Ok?"

A hint of speechlessness flashed in Decorah's eyes.

He never would have thought that since this person could do this...

Really haunted.

Forget it, I don’t have any hidden secrets.

Just follow.

Thinking of this, Decorah was instantly relieved.

After packing everything up.

Decorah walked out of the room.

Beside him was Briggs, who had cast a disillusionment spell.

Just came downstairs.

Bella then appeared like a ghost.

"To Hogwarts?"

She was playing with the wand in her hand, and her long, slightly curly black hair was messy.

"Yeah~"

Nodding, Decorah prepared to walk around and leave.

But was stopped.

It's Bella.

She didn't seem to intend to let Decorah leave easily.

"Why are you going to Hogwarts?"

"It's boring, isn't it?"

"Getting along with a bunch of idiots...tsk."

A strange smile appeared on Bella's lips, and those eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusions.

Extraordinarily breathtaking.