HP: Slytherin disguise

"How do you know they really like me?"

Decorah stood up and came to Harry, looking darkly at his eyes behind his glasses.

Something seemed to come to mind.

He smiled contemptuously and said: "No one dislikes a person who brings benefits to himself."

"I can share the lessons with them and make it easier for them. They don't have to teach those first grade idiots! That's why they like me!"

"Do you like me?"

"They love talent! They love my talent! They love my intelligence!"

"Professor they like a prefect with abilities!"

"Not me!"

"understand?"

"Why are you so stupid?"

"And you also said that many students who like Quidditch like me. Isn't it what they like about Quidditch?"

"It's because I hit hard!"

"That's why they're surrounding me like a bunch of idiots!"

"So what they like is my ability!"

"Not me!"

Under Harry's disbelieving gaze, Decorah's face became colder and colder, and he continued to say coldly:

"By the way, there are also the students of the same level you mentioned."

"Isn't it more obvious? I can teach them spells! I can make them learn them!"

"I won't be like Professor Flitwick and ignore their problems!"

"Because I will teach them patiently, one by one, step by step! This way even a pig can learn!"

"As long as I'm like Professor Flitwick, they'll only complain about me behind my back!"

"so."

"Why would you act like a stupid muggle and say they like me?"

After Decorah said this, the entire infirmary fell silent.

It's quiet and even a little scary.

"Why do you say that? Decorah!"

"Why do you say that! You can't understand or think like this!"

"Professor McGonagall is worried about you!"

"She has always been very good to you! She takes good care of you!"

"She is the one who cares about your body all the time! If you feel a little uncomfortable, she is the first to notice and ask about it!"

"That's not what they think or think at all!"

"What happened? Are you in a bad mood? Decorah?"

"Tell me, okay!?"

Harry grabbed Decorah's left hand with a look of pain, confusion, and hope.

"Oh, kids, what happened?"

Madam Pomfrey came over with a large bag of warming powder, looked at the tense atmosphere between the two people, and asked with confusion on her face.

Seeing Madam Pomfrey arriving, Decorah no longer wanted to say anything to Harry.

He shook off Harry's hand forcefully and said disgustedly:

"Stop making me think you're an idiot! Harry Potter!"

Subsequently.

Decorah snatched the powder from Mrs. Pomfold's hand, turned around, pushed open the door of the infirmary, and left quickly.

"Oh, how come this child's temper has become so bad!"

"Did you two have a fight?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry, who looked silent and quiet.

Harry didn't seem to hear Madam Pomfrey's question. He just stared blankly at the closed door of the infirmary, and then walked out of the infirmary.

This made Madam Pomfrey look confused and strange.

Lunch at noon is steaming boiled potatoes, grilled sausages and other foods.

Everyone seemed to be tired of eating. They just talked about the weather and drank some pumpkin soup. They didn't want to touch the boiled potatoes and grilled sausages at all.

On the long Gryffindor table, Ron still had a sausage in each hand, his mouth full of oil while eating, and he would take a bite of potatoes and a sip of pumpkin soup from time to time.

"Aren't you tired of it?"

Hermione looked at Ron who was devouring his food, with a look of confusion and disgust on his face.

"Don't be tired! You all should eat quickly!" Ron took a big bite of the grilled sausage and asked those who had no appetite to eat it.

"Stop eating it!"

"Look at Harry, he's so stupid!"

Neville shouted angrily, which made Ron raise his head and look at Harry who was unconscious and dull.

"what happened to him?"

Ron swallowed the food in his mouth, looking confused.

"I don't know. It's been like this since he came back. Is there something on Harry's mind?"

"What's on your mind? Could it be Decorah?"

"But Decorah is fine, not sick or anything."

"That's weird!"

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?!"

Ron stood up and waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes, but the latter didn't respond.

Only then did a few people realize the seriousness of the matter.

They all looked at each other and looked in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Harry only became like this after following him to the infirmary.

That must have something to do with Decorah.

So what happened?

"Those idiots from Gryffindor are looking over again!"

Pansy frowned, too disgusted to eat anything. Opposite her, Theodore raised his eyebrows, and it was obvious that he also had no appetite.

The two looked at Decorah.

Decorah was eating the boiled potatoes in front of him with his head down, and nothing seemed to arouse his attention.

Pansy and Theodore looked at each other and said nothing.

After lunch was over, Decorah got up and took Pansy and Theodore out of the auditorium. Ron, Hermione, and Neville followed quietly.

in the corridor.

"What classes are there in the afternoon?"

"Two Potions lessons."

Decorah's sullen face softened.

While the three were discussing the course, two students passed by them when one of the girls bumped into Pansy's shoulder.

"Are you blind?"

Pansy frowned for a moment, her eyes filled with anger and coldness.

All five people stopped and turned to look at each other.

"I…"

The girl probably didn't expect that after bumping into each other, she would be scolded so harshly, and she froze in place.

"Hey! She didn't bump into her on purpose. Besides, you two bumped into each other! Why are you scolding her?!"

The girl’s friend was instantly unhappy.

Immediately, he protected the girl behind him and looked at Pansy with an angry look on his face.

"I think you bumped into someone and you should apologize."

Decorah stepped forward, protecting Pansy by his side, and looked at the two of them with a cold expression.

"Why are you apologizing! It's not her fault at all! And your friend even scolded her!"

"It's your friend who should apologize!"

The girl’s friend was not convinced at all and looked angry.

After taking a look at their clothes, Decorah said coldly: "Confront the prefect, five points from Hufflepuff."

The girl and her friend were stunned.

Only then did I realize that the person in front of me was Decorah, the first-year prefect of Slytherin!

"You are unreasonable at all! It's obviously not her fault!" The girl's friend was so angry that she burst into tears. The girl quickly comforted her and pulled her behind her. Although she was scared, she still said firmly: " I can apologize, but can you please not deduct points from our college?”

Pansy stood beside Decorah, folding her arms and looking at them disdainfully.

"Give you five seconds to apologize."

Decorah's eyes became colder and colder, as if they could pierce people's clothes, making people feel the biting chill personally.

"sorry."

The girl looked at Pansy and bent down to apologize.

"Didn't hear that clearly."

Pansy played with her round nails without looking at the girl.

"I'm sorry!" The girl lowered her body and continued to apologize.

"Oh, I heard you clearly now."

Pansy glanced at her lightly and didn't care about her.

"Let's go."

The girl quickly grabbed her friend who was crying, whispered, and then dragged her out of the corridor.