HP: Slytherin disguise

"Just yesterday, Professor McGonagall and I discussed something."

"This was approved by all the professors."

"That's Hogwarts. One of the four houses, Slytherin House, will appoint a first-year student as the first-year prefect!"

"This has never happened before in the history of Hogwarts!"

"We can make this decision because this first-year Slytherin student is very outstanding!"

"He is even familiar with all the courses and is very proficient in controlling various magic spells. He can even master it without a teacher. He is even more familiar with the use of magic than many senior students!"

"Even if he takes two months off from school, he is still familiar with the courses and spells!"

"he is the one……"

Dumbledore raised his hand under everyone's gaze.

"Decora Malfoy!!!"

With his fingertips, he pointed to Decorah, who was sitting in the first position of Slytherin.

He shouted Decorah's name.

Followed by.

All the professors stood up, raised their hands and took the lead in applauding.

Under the spotlight.

Decorah stood up slowly, her platinum hair shining in the brightly lit auditorium.

The entire auditorium was quiet for a few seconds.

Warm applause erupted instantly.

After a while.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it to signal for silence.

Only then did everyone stop clapping, and the shock in their eyes almost popped out.

"Come on, kid!"

Dumbledore looked at Decorah, holding a green badge in his hand.

Decorah walked up to the high platform with calm steps.

Then under everyone's gaze, he stood in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore bent down and slowly put the green, delicate prefect badge on Decorah's chest.

"You will become an excellent magician."

He spoke softly, with a serious expression on his face, and continued: "Decora, you are a good boy!"

"No matter what, you are an outstanding good boy, don't let yourself go down the wrong path of destruction!"

"Promise me, okay?"

His gray-blue eyes met Dumbledore's eyes behind his half-moon glasses.

Decorah nodded slowly and said, "I promise you, principal."

"Good boy..."

Dumbledore touched the side of his face with his old hand, his voice was vague and no emotion could be heard.

Then, Dumbledore straightened up, put a hand on his shoulder, and turned him around to face all the students below.

"from now on!"

"Decora Malfoy is the first-year prefect of Slytherin!"

"He will have all the privileges of a prefect."

"If someone is found to have violated school rules, he can deduct college points or be put in solitary confinement!"

"In addition to these, he will be responsible for teaching first-year students when the professor is busy!"

"Let's cheer for the youngest prefect of Hogwarts!!!"

Dumbledore waved his arm.

There was an instant burst of explosions over the auditorium, followed by countless colorful ribbons falling down, mixed with candies.

All the students at the Slytherin table stood up instantly.

He raised his arms and cheered.

Students from other houses also reacted, stood up one after another, cheered loudly, and gave the youngest prefect of Hogwarts their warmest cheers.

Harry and several of them almost jumped up.

They shouted Decorah's name loudly, with smiles on their faces.

The same goes for Pansy and Theodore.

The smile on his face was particularly bright.

After the ribbons finished falling, Decorah returned to the Slytherin table and sat down in his seat.

Everyone is already in action.

He kicked the candy in front of him into his pocket and ate it.

"I knew you were the best!"

Pansy stretched out her white arm and rubbed Decorah's hair.

Decorah also allowed Pansy to rub his hair with her hands.

"He's a good kid."

At the teacher's table, Dumbledore's eyes returned to their usual smile.

"Yes."

Professor McGonagall nodded, a smile on her serious face.

Snape on the side looked at Decorah below, satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and his gloomy face softened a lot.

The dinner lasted for two hours.

It ended with laughter.

As soon as Decorah, Pansy, Theodore and others walked out of the auditorium, they were surrounded by a group of people.

"Idol! When are you going to play Quidditch?!"

"Can I give you a hug?!"

"Idol, I am your fan, can you play Quidditch with me?"

"Oh my god!!!"

"It's been two months. Idol, you are finally back. We all miss you!"

"Can we play Quidditch together tomorrow? Idol!!!"

The huge group of people pushed Decorah around so much that she almost vomited.

"Of course, of course!"

"It's all gone!!"

Decorah said loudly, but was soon drowned out by the cheers.

“Oh my god, the idol agreed!!!”

"Can we really play Quidditch together?"

"when!!"

...

The noise from this group of students gave Decorah a headache.

In the end, he could only resort to his trump card.

"Now! All students gathered here disperse immediately!"

"Go back to sleep!"

"If we continue to surround you here, everyone will lose 1 point!"

The serious voice was very oppressive. Decorah frowned, and his whole body exuded an icy aura and chill.

The scene fell silent instantly.

Decorah's eyes were gloomy and he said word by word: "Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students surrounding him dispersed instantly.

Decorah turned around and left here with Pansy, Theodore and others with their arms around each other.

"Oh my God! This crowd is crazy. I can't even squeeze in!"

Neville covered his face and grimaced in pain.

I don’t know who it was just now, but in order to squeeze in, my hand hit him in the face.

"Decora is so popular."

"We can't squeeze in at all!"

Ron curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Obviously they and Decorah were friends, but this group of people dared to push them away!

"I can feel that Decorah was angry just now!"

"They were just so rude."

"Not only are they disturbing the order, but they are also surrounding them and refusing to let them go, and pushing others around at will!" Hermione rubbed her forehead, feeling a little angry.

"You should tell Professor McGonagall! Treat them well"

Ron's eyes lit up and he said.

"why me?!"

Hermione looked confused and dissatisfied.

"Because you are a top student and a good student in the eyes of the teacher!"

"If you file a complaint, Professor McGonagall will definitely listen to it. Unlike us, he will probably ignore us even if you complain!"

Ron shrugged, his tone light.

But he obviously didn't realize how hurt those words would make Hermione.

"Ron, don't say that!"

Harry looked serious, and even Neville looked at Ron with a shocked look on his face.

"It's just a joke!"

Ron was stunned for a moment, then laughed indifferently.

"Are you trying to say that I'm a whistleblower?"

Hermione looked at Ron, her eyes turned red, then she raised her hands to wipe away her tears and ran away.

"Hermione!!!"

Hello and Neville hurriedly shouted, but Hermione still had no intention of stopping and disappeared outside the auditorium crying.

"Ron!"

The two of them cast their angry glances at Ron, who looked confused.

"No, I didn't say anything either?"