HP: Slytherin disguise

Near the end of get out of class, some students were already showing Snape the potions they had made.

The students who have not yet refined it hope more than anyone else not to leave get out of class.

But the bell finally rang.

Under Snape's cold gaze, the remaining students could only pack up the refined or unrefined potions and queue up for Snape to check them one by one.

As expected, they were all scolded.

Decorah stood next to Snape, watching him inspect the students' refining results.

"He actually burned the potion!"

"It's just stupid."

Decorah couldn't help laughing when she saw Snape checking a potion that smelled like paste.

It made the student blush.

"Not everyone is as smart as you."

Snape glanced back at him before continuing to check the next student's potion.

The student who was laughed at by Decorah ran out of the underground classroom with red eyes.

"Oh~ I'm not going to cry anymore!"

Decorah looked at the sad back of the student and said with disdain.

"Where's your potion?"

"Don't tell me you didn't refine it."

Snape looked at the girl in front of him with a sullen face.

"It's obvious! Teacher!"

"She doesn't know how to refine it at all!"

Decorah looked at the girl who was apologizing in the corridor and spoke in a jealous manner, not forgetting to show her signature disdainful and contemptuous expression and eyes.

"I can…"

The girl lowered her head, as if she had something to hide.

"Oh, that's even more hateful. Since you don't refine it, are you planning to do something special?"

"Or do you have any objections to the teacher?"

Just as Snape was about to speak, Decorah spoke first.

He glanced at Decorah again and said nothing.

"I have no problem with it Professor, it's just that my cauldron cracked...Sorry, Professor."

The girl lowered her head.

"Pfft...chuck!"

"Oh my God!"

"Your crucible actually cracked! Do you have a grudge against it? You made it crack by refining it!"

"Then why didn't you tell the teacher earlier?"

"Or are you saying you don't know how to do it? You're just making excuses!"

The ridicule was particularly harsh. The girl raised her head and looked at Decorah with a face of sarcasm and contempt with slightly red eyes.

She didn't understand why Decorah targeted and ridiculed her.

He had obviously apologized in the corridor, but Hufflepuff's house points were deducted.

Seeing the girl who was about to cry, Decorah quickly covered her mouth, opened her gray-blue eyes, and said innocently: "Oh, I'm sorry! You're not going to cry too, are you? I'm just stating the facts. That’s all!”

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the girl cried.

"Why bully a girl!"

"Why are you targeting her! Come to me if you have anything!"

At this moment, a Hufflepuff student standing behind the girl stood up.

He looked at the murderous and heart-wrenching Decorah with an angry face.

"Sorry ~ I didn't target anyone!"

Decorah hurriedly hid behind Snape, grabbed his black robe, looked at the student with fear, and continued: "Teacher, look at him~"

"It's simply a rumor that I'm targeting others, but I'm not at all!"

Taking a deep breath, Snape ignored the sinister Decorah for the time being.

Instead, focus on that student.

"Three points from Hufflepuff for your reckless behavior and unworthy bravery."

"And you, you didn't even refine the potion, so you will stand outside the next class and listen to the class!"

"Everyone get out!!"

The gloomy and cold voice made the remaining students tremble in fear, and then they lowered their heads and quickly left the underground classroom.

When only he and Decorah were left in the underground classroom, Snape grabbed his black robe and patted it.

"What are you doing!"

He looked at Decorah dissatisfied.

"I didn't do anything! I just said a few words! They have poor psychological endurance. What does it have to do with me?"

"Besides, this is the truth."

Decorah shrugged, looking innocent.

"Well, you better give me some quiet time during my next class!"

"Understand!"

"I understand, teacher."

"go out!"

Under Snape's cold gaze, Decorah left the underground classroom obediently.

Walking in the corridor, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair, feeling pleased with himself. This is the only mental capacity he can bear among a group of idiots.

"Decora! Look here!"

at this time.

A vicious yell came.

All the students in the corridor were startled by the shouting and turned back in confusion.

Decorah also turned his head.

next second.

A snowball the size of a fist hit Decorah right in the face.

Immediately afterwards, countless snowballs came over.

The exclamation came, and the students in the corridor retreated to a distance, looking in disbelief.

"George! Fred Weasley!!!"

Decorah yelled angrily, and the next moment, a huge snowball hit him directly on the head, and then dispersed.

"hey-hey!!"

"Is it fun! Decorah!"

"This is a gift we have carefully prepared for you!"

"La la la la~"

"Long live the snowball fight!!!"

Fred and George ran out from the side and circled around Decorah, who was covered in snow, hand in hand.

Then he ran away quickly.

There were also laughter and cheers coming from the mouth.

It seemed like this perfect prank made them happy.

Chest rises and falls rapidly.

Decorah wiped the snow off his face with his hands and looked at the two people running away, his face cold and his eyes becoming more fierce and scarlet.

The students who were watching the excitement were frightened by the coldness all over Decorah's body, and they left the corridor one after another, not forgetting to talk about it.

"what!!"

Everyone has left.

Decorah roared with talent and stamped his feet violently, wanting to vent his inner anger.

"Hiss, oh~!"

next second.

He hugged his legs and fell to the corridor.

Infirmary.

Decorah was half lying on the hospital bed, with several thick bandages wrapped around his right knee.

Next to the hospital bed stood Pansy with her arms folded and Theodore who wanted to laugh but didn't dare.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

Looking at Theodore's unspeakable expression, Decorah asked.

"Sorry, I was wondering if you still want to go to the next class?"

Theodore forced himself to show a serious look.

Although I wanted to laugh, I didn't dare to actually laugh.

"What class!"

"I have to make those two idiots pay!!"

Raising his hand and slamming the hospital bed, Decorah's face turned gloomy, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

Something seemed to come to mind.

He looked at Theodore and said: "Wait a minute, go and ask the owl to deliver something to them during lunch. Go to my office and get it, it's on the table!"

"Remember! Take them all!"

The vicious voice made Theodore nod quickly, turned around and walked out of the infirmary, quickly leaving.

"What did you give them?"

Pansy reached out and poked Decorah's right leg and asked.

"Of course it's their own stuff. Their contraband was confiscated in the corridor this morning. That's why these two idiots came to trick me. But I think it must be fun to be blown up by the spoof toys I made." Bar?"