HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah stood up, ignoring the cautious Neville.

Instead, choose to leave.

But before taking a few steps, he turned around again and walked back.

A little disappointed, Neville stood up straight instantly.

Scratching his head with a red face.

Unfortunately.

Decorah didn't notice his nervousness at all.

Or.

She didn't even look at him from beginning to end.

Who told Decorah to come back not for Neville, but for the wrinkled jasmine flower.

Just look at this.

Decorah discovered that the jasmine flowers were gone.

Frowning his brows, he looked at the motionless toad.

And toad.

He was chewing something in his mouth.

Don't think about it.

It's that poor jasmine flower.

Even if it is grabbed to death, it will be eaten by a weird toad in the end.

Take a deep breath.

Decorah almost laughed in anger.

He tilted his head and said impatiently: "Mind your toad, Neville!"

"It's really annoying!"

If it weren't for the sake of face.

This toad has now gone to meet the great Lord Merlin.

"Feel sorry…"

"Decora, I..."

Neville's face turned red and he felt even more at a loss.

Because he had no idea what was happening.

after all.

After emerging from the flower bed, he stopped paying attention to his toad.

Rolled his eyes.

Decorah turned around and left.

Damn the apology.

There is no sincerity.

Why don't you even look at him and apologize to the air?

I really don’t understand.

What on earth is this person thinking...

Out of Hogwarts.

Decorah hasn't had time to go to Hogwarts alone.

A person followed behind.

It's Briggs.

Briggs looked silent, but followed closely, determined to follow him to the end.

"are you hungry?"

Decorah had no complaints.

Instead, he gave an easy-going greeting.

How to say.

Also a 'own' person.

Briggs stared at the road ahead without speaking.

Decorah didn't force it either.

Keep walking your own path.

At last.

The two came to Hogwarts village one after another.

Since it was stipulated that students could not go to Hogwarts Village during the holidays, the place has obviously lost some vitality.

But it became more and more lively.

Even if it's not a holiday, there are still many wizards from all over the world hanging out here.

Most of them.

All have nothing to do.

I don't know if I can't live in the Muggle world anymore.

Just came here to hang out.

of course.

Even if Decorah knew it, he didn't bother to care.

As long as it doesn't touch him.

He will pay no attention to anything.

Along with the crowds of people wandering around, Decorah eats and drinks when he should.

Didn't even forget a butterbeer.

He simply ignored Briggs, who was standing beside him like a guard.

Walking among the crowd with candy in mouth.

Decorah's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head slightly.

Those blue eyes trembled slightly.

His gaze passed through the passing wizards and landed in a narrow alley.

Just for a moment.

The familiar scent disappeared.

What disappeared with it was the indifferent gaze.

"Damn..."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on his fair forehead.

Decorah turned around sharply.

Staring at Briggs, he said coldly: "Did you tell sir my whereabouts?"

For a moment.

He wanted to strangle the wooden man behind him to death.

I thought he was an easy fool to deal with.

Now it seems that he thought too much.

This person is not stupid~

"Yes."

Briggs turned his head away from Decorah.

This is his job.

In the final analysis, it is to monitor Decorah's every move, including his whereabouts.

"Very well, Mr. Briggs."

"You must take good care of me~"

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, revealing sharp little tiger teeth.

Decorah suddenly.

His expression and tone changed, and even his eyes changed.

It's like a different person.

In fact.

Decorah has always changed very quickly.

He can adapt to changing situations and can choose the appropriate expression and tone at different moments.

Just like now.

Even if he knew that Briggs was indeed monitoring him, he would not show any caution or indifference.

Who let it happen, behind others' backs.

With Grindelwald as his backer...

No matter how dissatisfied you are, you have to endure it.

Turning around, Decorah continued to wander around and bought some food along the way.

It was breakfast brought to Snape.

Anyway, it was his reason.

That’s why I had no food to eat in the morning.

He could ignore the students, but not Snape.

That's his teacher...

But just before leaving.

Decorah bought some more sweets.

Brought to Luna.

He didn't know if Luna liked sweets.

But you can give it a try.

Do you need to be able to accept it?

Ok.

Something is strange.

The two of them were still testing and pulling on each other in the morning.

Ended with a loss for both sides.

Now I am bringing him breakfast...

Decorah lost.

He really lost to Luna.

The other person knows what he is thinking and what he thinks.

And he also clearly knew that the other party understood.

But that's it.

He couldn't help but want to get involved with Luna.

Overturn the unpleasantness and temptation of the morning.

Create new impressions and pleasure.

From the first sight.

Decorah had a strange curiosity about Luna.

That's not at all due to blessing's curiosity, but it's there.

Because a long time ago.

Curiosity has returned to normal.

This sudden curiosity and attraction is really strange...

Staring at the slender and fragile back of the young man's neck.

Briggs' eyes gradually became dull.

Until, back to Hogwarts.

Only then did he realize that he had been staring all the way.

And staring for so long.

Were they really not discovered?

He lowered his head and looked up in panic.

Briggs was afraid, and Decorah noticed his unexplained gaze.

But he was relieved.

Decorah didn't seem to notice.

Looking back, Decorah had a casual smile on his delicate face.

Very dazzling.

He raised his hand to indicate the bag in his hand.

Decorah tilted his head and said, "Send it to the teacher for me, can you?"

"Mr. Briggs..."

The crisp sound is pleasant to the ear.

Just as flawless as that smile.

Briggs subconsciously raised his hand and took the bag containing the food.

But after reacting.

His expression changed slightly.

Conflicted, he stood there with no intention of moving.

"No~"

"You're not going to help, are you?"

Decorah pursed her lips in grievance, and the ends of Decorah's eyes turned faintly pink.

It's like being bullied.

Just for a moment.

Briggs was defeated and quickly looked away.

Then quickly ascend the marble stairs.

It didn't take a while.

Then disappeared.

He was completely unable to resist Decorah's gaze.

To prevent getting into danger.

Briggs could only agree.

It turns out.

This is the right choice.

Because he resisted, Decorah would consider getting rid of this hidden danger.

The hidden danger of this strong mind.

To deal with this kind of eyeliner that cannot be forced to be removed.

The only thing Decorah could do.

Just pretending and pretending.

Let the other party fall into his disguise trap.

If that doesn't work, then please try to please Grindelwald.

Kill people.

Facing my somewhat useful assistant.

No one would be cruel to refuse this small request, right?