HP: Slytherin disguise

Turning around, Snape faced the bookcase without answering.

He thought there was something wrong with Decorah's brain.

Otherwise I wouldn’t have asked this question.

If he could, he would have knocked Decorah unconscious and thrown him out of the office.

"teacher--"

Decorah crossed his arms and prepared to use his powerful attack.

Snape, who had a premonition that something was about to happen, turned around with a gloomy expression.

All it took was pulling out the wand and casting a spell.

He quickly put down his arms, and Decorah didn't dare to continue acting like a monster.

Quickly lower your head to remove the crucible and blow the hot air.

If he were just one second late, Decorah would have to pay a heavy price for his actions.

"Did the trolls forget that you are one of their kind before they kicked your brains out?"

Dropping the book, Snape's eyes were cold.

Decorah curled his lips and turned his head unhappily, not looking at Snape.

I noticed tears shining in Decorah's gray-blue eyes.

Snape's mouth twitched.

Why are you still crying...

I didn’t say anything either...

"Take back your tears!"

Seeing the tears about to burst out, Snape immediately struck first.

But it’s better not to say it.

As soon as he said this, the tears immediately flowed out.

It hurts to look at it.

Taking a deep breath, Snape walked around the table, ready to wipe the tears from Decorah's face.

But Decorah turned his head.

Don't let Snape touch you.

The raised hand froze, Snape sighed and his expression changed again and again.

"How many tears are you going to shed?"

"Decora..."

"You are no longer a child."

"No one will treat you as a child except Dumbledore."

"That means he will be soft-hearted to you..."

Putting down his hand, Snape pretended to turn around and leave.

He thought Decorah would be obedient.

Wipe your own tears.

As it turns out, he was wrong.

Decorah did raise her hand to wipe away her tears.

But the tears grew more and more.

Even the ends of the eyes are slowly turning pink...

Snape raised his hand again, his eyes dark and unclear.

"Don't cry..."

He gently touched Decorah's fair earlobe with his hand, hoping that the latter would turn his head and look at him.

Although Snape's tone slowed down a lot.

But Decorah still stubbornly refused to look back and continued to wipe away tears pitifully.

"stupid…"

"Okay, Decorah."

"If you fall into the river...I will save you..."

Snape forced his hand across Decorah's face, and quickly wiped it with his hand.

By the way, he rubbed Decorah's soft cheeks.

After sniffing, Decorah corrected in a choked voice: "It was me and your most important person who fell into the river, who did you save..."

"No... I'm not asking you, if I fall into the river, will you save me..."

Sobbing again, Decorah stared at Snape with wet, misty eyes.

"I know, save you!"

"I hope that river can wash away the water in your mind..."

"Question time is over, you can go!"

Lengthen your voice.

After making sure that Decorah had stopped crying, Snape took back his hand.

Then he went back and continued reading his book.

If you observe carefully, you can see that his hands are trembling slightly...

"no…"

"I'm not leaving~"

Decorah crossed his arms and raised his head with a proud expression.

His brows moved slightly, and Snape silently raised the corners of his lips.

Then, he turned his back and said, "I'll give you three seconds to leave."

"three"

"two"

"I'm hungry!"

"I won't leave unless I'm full..."

After interrupting Snape, Decorah lowered her head and started tinkering with the potion.

Pour the soul calming potion brewed in the crucible into the potion bottle one by one.

Decorah still appreciates this skill of his.

Tears just fall.

Although I hate crying...

But facing his own teacher, he couldn't feel sick no matter what.

Who let the teacher do this...

Turning his head, Snape's expression returned to its original gloomy look.

"Go to Professor McGonagall, or go to the kitchen and take your pick."

Looking up in confusion, Decorah was a little confused.

"Why are you looking for Professor McGonagall? Is there nothing to eat here?"

"Black earthworm, do you want to eat it?"

"Don't eat..."

"Professor McGonagall has desserts and cookies. If you are hungry, just come to her."

"Actually I'm not hungry..."

"Oh, you can leave then."

"What if I'm hungry?!"

"Go to Professor McGonagall, or go to the kitchen."

"Can't I just stay here?"

Turn around.

Snape stared at Decorah for a while, then walked over quickly.

Using his hands, he slipped the confused Decolati away and threw him out of the office.

Before closing.

Not forgetting to throw several bottles of potion into Decorah's arms.

He hurriedly caught the potion.

Decorah looked at the door slamming shut.

Lost in thought…

Does the teacher bother me so much?

Didn't he just ask a small question...

How stingy!

No, the teacher is not stingy~

Putting the potion in his pocket, Decorah turned and left.

Descending the marble stairs, Decorah found that several grades seemed to be absent from class.

All wandering in groups.

Stand in the hallway and share your snacks or something.

By the way, I pointed out to myself...

Walking out of the foyer, Decorah planned to go to Hogsmeade Village for breakfast.

By the way, I brought some to the teacher...

Passing by the flower bed, Decorah glanced inadvertently and caught a hint of gold in his peripheral vision.

Stop.

Decorah looked over.

In his sight, the girl was sitting at the turning point of the flower bed, her long blond hair disheveled.

It's Luna!

There was an imperceptible light in his eyes.

Decorah subconsciously lowered his head to straighten his messy shirt.

After reacting.

He froze.

Looking at his hands in disbelief.

"hiss--"

Raising his hand to his forehead, Decorah took out a bottle of soul tranquilizer and drank it to relieve the sudden headache.

Although I don’t quite understand why I am nervous.

But he knew what he wanted to do now.

He pulled out his wand and waved it gently.

A white jasmine flower blooms in magic.

Raising her hand to catch Jasmine, Decorah put the wand on her waist and walked over.

Follow it around to the side of the flower bed.

The faint smile on Decorah's face disappeared instantly.

Because by Luna's side.

There was another person sitting.

It's Neville.

The two sat side by side, although not very close, but in Decorah's eyes.

The gap is getting smaller and smaller...

Lowering his head, Decorah looked at the jasmine flower in his hand.

Slowly turning her head, Luna seemed to sense that Decorah was standing not far away.

Looking at Decorah who lowered his head and stood hesitant.

Luna had a small smile on her face.

He turned around and moved slightly.

Breathing paused for a moment.

Neville's face instantly turned red.

He was at a loss and didn't know where to focus his eyes.

When Decorah looked up again.

He directly grasped the jasmine flower in his hand.

Chest rises and falls slightly.

Decorah stuffed the clenched jasmine flowers into her pocket.

Then walked quickly over...

"Good morning, you two..."

Raising her hand to touch the hairpin on her head, Decorah showed a gentle smile on her delicate face.

Almost at the same time.

Luna and Neville both looked up.

The young man stood against the light, and the morning sun shone on his long hair and shirt, as if they were coated with a golden glow.

Incomparably sacred.

"Teach...professor...good..."

Neville was obviously dazzled by Decorah's gentle smile and couldn't move his eyes away.

His tone also became extremely stuttering.

In comparison, Luna didn't seem to be so dazzled by the boy's beauty that she couldn't move her eyes away.

Because of her sight.

From the very beginning, it fell into the boy's good-looking hands.

Empty...