HP: Slytherin disguise

After lunch.

Decorah followed Pansy.

"You seem to be in a bad mood?"

"of course."

"why?"

Pansy stopped and turned to look at him.

"You don't know why?"

"You clearly know why!"

"Why even ask?"

At this time, Pansy still had her arms folded, but she looked at Decorah with mocking eyes.

It seems to be sarcastic.

Decorah frowned and explained: "If you are talking about Harry and the others, I must tell you clearly that except for Harry, I don't care about anyone else at all."

"Harry is my only friend."

"That Mudblood and the poor Weasley family have nothing to do with me."

"Do you think I believe you?"

Pansy turned around and walked away without looking back, and Decorah hurriedly chased after her.

Arrive at Slytherin's common room.

There were quite a few people inside, all sitting on the sofa, chatting, and eating cookies and desserts.

Pansy chose an unoccupied sofa in the corner and sat down, one leg resting on the other, her expression grim.

"Why don't you believe it?"

"I'm just friends with Harry. They are Harry's classmates. Talking and other things are inevitable when we get along."

Decorah stood in front of her, trying to explain.

"It's not that I don't believe you, Decorah!"

"I hate these filthy mudbloods and half-bloods. They smell like sewers. It's disgusting."

"I just can't stand it when you stay with them, I'm going crazy!"

"Stay away from them, okay?!"

"I understand." Decorah patted his robe with his hand and cast a cleaning charm on himself with his wand.

"Is it okay?"

He looked at Pansy.

The latter's frown relaxed and his expression softened a lot.

Decorah took the opportunity to sit next to Pansy.

"I know you hate mudbloods, and so do I."

"But there's nothing I can do about them relying on Harry. I confessed to Harry and he said those are his friends."

He gently hugged Pansy's arm and continued: "Just don't look at them, out of sight, out of mind!"

"OK?"

"Then please clean up your clothes after staying with them!"

"Of course!"

Pansy breathed a sigh of relief, looking like she really hated the smell of mudbloods and half-bloods.

After all, these people are very poor, and their families live in narrow alleys, where there are filthy rats and disgusting cockroaches.

"I'm going to have a rest. I still have to smell the onions on that idiot professor this afternoon. It's absolutely disgusting!"

Pansy stood up and left the lounge.

Wrinkling his nose, Decorah also suddenly had a headache. Thinking of the smell of onions and garlic that stung his eyes, he felt a headache, swollen, and felt dizzy.

"Decora Malfoy."

A voice came, and Decorah looked up and saw a tall young man with brown curly hair standing in front of him.

"what's up?"

Decorah crossed her legs and leaned against the sofa to look at him.

"About that time I dragged you down on Halloween."

"I'm sorry, I was in too much of a hurry."

"I couldn't help you up, so you were swept away by the crowd."

This person is the prefect of Slytherin.

"I guess it was just a couple of kicks, that's nothing."

Decorah had an indifferent expression on his face and shrugged, as if nothing was really wrong.

The prefect stared at him for a while, then turned and left.

After the school bell rang, Decorah got up from the bed.

He rubbed his eyes and stretched.

Then he slowly put on Slytherin's robes and put a scarf around his neck.

The prefect's room was really warm.

He didn't even want to go to class.

Yawning, he pushed open the door and walked out of the wooden door at the corner.

Then he walked slowly downstairs.

We're going to be late anyway.

When he arrived at the door of the classroom, he almost vomited.

A strong smell of onions and garlic hit his nose, making him retching several times.

It successfully attracted the attention of the students from Slytherin and Laclauwen who were in class.

Professor Quirrell turned his head and glanced at him, then stammered: "Go...go...come here!"

He endured the stinging pain and opened his eyes.

Decorah walked over.

"Why...Why...Why...I'm so late...Come, come, come!"

"This...this, this, this! All! Class, class, class! It's been a long, long time!"

Seeing Professor Duquilo say one sentence for a long time, Decorah couldn't help but shed tears.

"You, you, you cry...cry...cry...what...what..."

Professor Quirrell looked at the tearful Decorah and stammered hard.

Decorah raised her hands to cover her eyes, it was too painful.

Does this person sell garlic at home?

"I'm not crying, I just can't open my eyes a little!"

Seeing Decorah covering her eyes and refusing to let go, the corners of Professor Quirrell's mouth twitched.

"Sit...sit...sit...! This! This, this, this!"

He pointed to the vacant seat in the front row and stammered.

There were many students missing from the classroom, who obviously ran away not wanting to attend his class.

Therefore, the vacancy area is very large.

Students who are willing to come to class sit in the back.

No one was sitting in the first few rows.

The position Professor Quirrell pointed to was the first row, the position closest to his lecture.

He groped around and sat down there.

Decorah kept wiping her tears, and even her nose turned red.

As if to take revenge on him, Professor Quirrell stood directly one step in front of his desk to lecture.

This made Decorah extremely regretful, as he had known that he had also skipped class.

However, he felt that Professor Quirrell would definitely catch him if he skipped class.

Until the end of get out of class, all the students seemed to be relieved, covering their noses and eyes and ran out of the classroom, not daring to stay for a moment.

Not to be outdone, Decorah got up and wanted to run, but was held back by Professor Quirrell.

Until everyone has left the classroom.

Only then did Professor Quirrell let go.

"The Philosopher's Stone has not been found yet."

He brought the topic directly to the Philosopher's Stone.

"You idiot, you haven't found it yet? Two months! You haven't found it for two whole months?!"

Decorah knew in his heart that he would definitely not find it, but his face still showed contempt.

"Dumbledore hid him too well!"

"I searched many secret rooms, but found nothing!"

Professor Quirrell ignored Decorah's ridicule and just kept talking to himself, while also scolding Dumbledore a few times.

He felt it was all Dumbledore's fault for being so well hidden.

"You should think of other places! Instead of focusing on searching in the secret room! Everyone knows that the secret room is easy to find!"

"Do you think Dumbledore would put such an important thing in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Maybe it's hidden inside something!"

"Look for you slowly!"

Decorah stood up and left, not worrying about how to find the Philosopher's Stone.

"This is a mission for both of us!!!"

Professor Quirrell yelled angrily from behind, but Decorah pretended not to hear him.

What's yours and mine.

It's up to you to find it yourself. I don't want to find this thing.

However, Decorah still had a plan in mind.

Voldemort will be resurrected in the end anyway.

However, he had to pretend, otherwise he would be the first to be thrown the Cruciatus Curse and Avada Kedavra after Voldemort was resurrected.