HP: Slytherin disguise

"Are you ready to cry?"

Snape's voice was calm, and the expression on his face was as gloomy as ever.

"All right…"

Decorah wiped away her tears, and then realized that Snape was staring at him, his eyes dark.

"Okay, Snape."

"Decora was very brave to help Harry and the others, and also defeated the troll, which is not a bad thing!"

"You should praise him."

Professor McGonagall's expression softened a lot.

"is it?"

Snape raised his hand and pulled Decorah's face with a smile, then put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Let's go, I think you should take care of the scratch on your hand."

……

It's been several days since that Halloween.

The weather has also entered the cold November.

The mountains around the school were covered with a layer of ice and snow.

The lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, and many students wanted to go skating on it.

Tomorrow is the Quidditch match.

And because of the last time he rode a broomstick, Harry was included in the Quidditch team and became its seeker.

After several weeks of training.

Harry was already familiar with this.

However, he was still very nervous, fearing that he would accidentally make a mistake tomorrow.

It was warm in the prefect's office, and Decorah and Harry were sitting on the sofa, reading "The Magic of Quidditch."

Hermione, on the other hand, stood in front of the row of bookcases, looking at it with a look of surprise on her face.

Ron and Neville were slumped on the sofa, eating snacks.

Talking about whether there will be grilled sausages and other things for breakfast tomorrow.

"The weather is terrible. There will be no classes for the Quidditch match tomorrow. I think I can sleep all day."

Decorah complained.

This made Harry look up instantly and said urgently: "No!"

"I will also compete tomorrow!"

"Are you really not going to see it?"

"How is it possible? I will definitely go!"

Seeing Harry's violent reaction, Decorah knew that not going to the Quidditch match would make Harry sad.

Early the next morning.

The aroma of grilled sausages filled the entire auditorium.

Harry ate a few extra pieces of toast while Ron and the others supervised him.

And here, Decorah himself ate a little more.

It's so cold outside, and you have to sit there and watch in the cold wind, so you have to eat more.

The time came to eleven o'clock.

Almost all the teachers and students of the school came to the stands around the Quidditch field.

Many students were afraid that they could not see clearly and brought binoculars.

Decorah sat in the upper row at the end and watched. This seat was almost lifted into the air. Although he was sitting high, he could still see a little clearly. However, he did not force it. Instead, he hugged himself and shrank in. Trembling together.

He was wearing Slytherin's winter uniform, with a uniform green scarf with white stripes around his neck.

Because he was not wearing a hat, his hair was blown around by the cold wind.

Next to him sat Theodore.

This Quidditch match is hosted by Ms. Hooch.

She stood in the middle of the court, holding her broomstick in her hand, waiting for the Gryffindor and Slytherin players to arrive, and then she said something there.

Decorah couldn't hear clearly anyway.

Harry could only be seen wearing a Quidditch uniform and carrying the Nimbus 2000 broomstick.

When the two teams took off, Decorah noticed Hermione and others holding up sheets.

They held the sheets aloft with the words Harry Must Win written on them.

In the middle sat Hagrid, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Another gust of biting cold wind blew by, and Decorah was shivering all over, not wanting to watch the Quidditch match at all.

He squeezed directly to Theodore's side, shrinking his platinum head.

"I think you don't mind if I curl up in your arms to escape the cold!"

Decorah couldn't stand the cold anymore.

He could only look at Theodore.

Theodore didn't say anything, just opened the thick robe, and Decorah directly retracted the upper half of his body. After he shrank, Theodore wrapped the robe tightly.

"It's really crazy. Quidditch is held in the cold weather. I can't even keep my eyes open!"

Decorah didn't forget to complain, and then she closed her eyes and fell asleep in Theodore's arms.

"Why do you still come out to see Leng?"

"I'm here to see Harry. He'll probably be disappointed if I don't come."

"I see you care about these friends."

"Not several, but one."

"Why? You obviously play well with them, including the Muggle-born Hermione Granger."

"He's just a mudblood, not worthy of being my friend."

"What about Ron and the others?"

"Theodore, you have to know that I will not waste my time with worthless people."

"Only worthy people can get attention and sincere friendship."

"You said they had nothing."

"Do you deserve my sincere friendship?"

The indifferent voice was actually biting colder than the cold wind in November.

Theodore was in a daze.

Which one is the real Decorah?

Was it the one who threw herself into his arms and cried when she was injured, or the one who tortured people with the Cruciatus Curse.

And, the smile is bright and seemingly innocent.

Or is it the real Decorah who speaks the most heartless and cruel words in the calmest tone now?

You can never fathom his heart.

Because he has even deceived himself, how can others know the truth?

"If this is the case, why continue?"

"Because they still have some value."

"So you're just taking advantage of them?"

"No, you are wrong. They are just insignificant grains of dust and are not even qualified to be used."

"Pansy doesn't like them."

"Of course I know, but for a little benefit, we still need to tolerate them."

"So what kind of person are you..."

"you guess."

"I don't think I could have guessed it at all."

"It doesn't matter, take your time, you have plenty of time to guess."

"Harry fell off his broomstick. There seems to be something wrong with his broomstick. He is desperately trying to get rid of his master. Do you want to take a look?"

"He'll be fine."

"It's obvious that Slytherin is going to win the game."

"Harry, he caught the Golden Snitch. Gryffindor will win this game."

"Why do you know? He really held the Golden Snitch, but he almost swallowed it."

"finished?"

"Gryffindor wins and the game is over."

"Then let's go."

Decorah came out of Theodore's arms, then stood up and straightened his scarf. His face looked even paler due to the cold wind.

It's like being sick.

"It's getting colder and colder, and I feel like I'm going to get sick."

"Will not."

Theodore said softly, then took off his thick robe and put it on Decorah.

The cold wind blew their hair.

Also blowing up their scarves.

"is it?"

Decorah looked at Harry, who was surrounded by Ron and the others, with a calm and indifferent expression.

"The wind is getting strong."

"It's bigger than before."

The two of them got off the high seat and walked slowly towards the castle.

"It's almost Christmas. After the snow, many classes won't be available."

"Hogwarts will be more lively when there are no classes."

"I think snowball fights and building snowmen are the most popular."

"Well, when the time comes, I'll also build a snowman."

"Then I'll give it my scarf."