HP: Slytherin disguise

Time soon came to lunch time.

Everyone was eating the food in front of them, occasionally discussing what happened to Decorah in the corridor today.

Just after eating for a while.

A loud noise came from the middle of the Gryffindor table, and everyone looked over.

Before they could see anything, another series of explosions came.

Followed by.

Screams and shouts came, and black smoke rose from the middle of the long Gryffindor table. Food and tableware on the table flew everywhere, hitting many students.

The Gryffindor students sitting in the middle all screamed and got up and ran away from their seats.

Then he looked back nervously.

There were also a few unlucky students who fell directly to the ground and crawled away from the long table.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden explosion.

Just look at it.

Until the black smoke dissipated, Fred and George were revealed, with fried hair and black and gray faces. Their robes were blown into pieces and hung on their bodies.

On the dark face, only the whites of the eyes are the most conspicuous.

The two looked at each other, then lowered their heads in confusion and looked at the unpacked box on the table.

Just now.

George and Fred receive a box from a strange owl.

They thought it was something given to them by someone else.

He opened it with great expectation, and then the series of explosions just happened.

Inside was a bomb toy made by the two of them!

However, wasn't their bomb toy confiscated by Decorah in the morning?

Wouldn't that be...

The two set their sights on Slytherin's first position.

There, Decorah raised a glass of warm milk and motioned to the two of them with a slight smile.

Cheers to victory.

"What are you two doing!!"

"Are you trying to blow up the auditorium?"

Gryffindor's prefect, Percy Weasley, walked over and shouted angrily.

At the same time, he helped several Gryffindor students who fell to the ground and were stunned.

Percy's shout also made everyone in the auditorium realize what had just happened.

The famous Weasley twins in the school were bombed.

This made many students who had been pranked laugh out loud, laughing and mocking without hesitation.

Amidst the whining and laughter and noise.

The whole auditorium was in chaos.

Professor McGonagall stood up, knocked on the table with her hand and shouted: "Quiet!!"

"Now, everyone go back to their positions and don't run!"

"Injured child, go to the infirmary now."

The students who got up and left their seats to watch the excitement returned to their seats and sat down.

The student who was injured by the flying tableware left the auditorium and went to the infirmary.

Professor McGonagall looked angry.

She continued shouting: "Why would you two bring such dangerous contraband into the auditorium?"

"And why do you have contraband!"

"Why do you have to dismantle it here!"

The serious voice made all the students in the auditorium turn their heads to watch the excitement.

"I think I know, Professor McGonagall!"

At this moment, a voice broke the quiet auditorium.

It was Decorah. He stood up, looked at George and Fred and said loudly: "This morning, these two students were walking up and down the corridor with contraband, discussing whose desk to put it on. , a spoof.”

"I fulfilled my duties as a prefect seriously, confiscated their contraband and put it on the desk in the office."

"So why are these contrabands here?"

"I'm entitled to think that the two of them snuck into the office and took these things away."

"Then he took me to the auditorium and planned to take revenge on me."

"But I accidentally took something apart, and then this mess happened."

"It also injured many innocent and poor students."

"I think they should be punished for cleaning all the stairs in Hogwarts! Including the trophy room!"

Decorah had a faint sneer on his face and his tone was cold.

His words echoed throughout the auditorium.

So the way people looked at George changed their eyes.

"Oh, that's a pretty good offer."

Professor McGonagall looked at Decorah for a while, then turned to look at George and Fred and said, "You secretly brought contraband into Hogwarts, and then sneaked into the prefect's office to steal the confiscated contraband. Bring them into the auditorium, cause panic and injure classmates."

"So you are punished by cleaning all the stairs in Hogwarts, including wiping down the contents of the trophy room!"

"Decora, this time it's up to you to monitor the two of them as they complete these punishments."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall!"

Slowly sit back down.

Decorah looked at the two people who were in disbelief and angry, with a sneer on his lips.

The farce ended amid discussion.

After leaving the auditorium, Decorah limped and led the two disgraced people to clean the stairs.

"Let's get started, gentlemen."

Pointing to the broom, Decorah looked at the two of them.

George and Fred looked at each other, picked up the broom resignedly, and bent down to sweep.

"What happened to his leg?"

George whispered.

"How do I know? He must have fallen!"

"You deserve it!"

"Since he wronged us, we sneaked into his office and took away those toys!"

"He must have sent it to us on purpose!"

The two complained quietly.

Looking at his leg that was cramped and broken due to excessive exertion, Decorah's eyes darkened.

"What are you two talking about!"

He suddenly appeared behind the two of them, his voice was extremely sinister.

"Oh, Merlin's socks!"

"Scared me!"

George and Fred were so frightened that they were relieved to see it was Decorah.

"Okay, two naughty gentlemen, let's speed up and clean the stairs!"

"After all, you still have the trophy room to wipe!"

"Oh ~ this is so unfortunate!"

"By the way! Before today's curfew, all the stairs must be cleaned~"

“I’ll wipe down the prize room tomorrow at noon!”

They did not refute Decorah's words at first, but became anxious after hearing the last sentence.

"No! There is a Quidditch match to watch at noon tomorrow!"

"We have to go see it!"

Looking at the anxious two people, they spoke in unison.

Decola stretched out his hands, held down their restless heads, and said slowly: "Oh~"

"That's so embarrassing!"

"You won't be able to see it tomorrow~!"

"But it doesn't matter. I'll come back and tell you about it after I watch the Quidditch game!"

With that said, Decorah loosened his hands and looked proud.

If you dare to punish him, you will have to pay the price.

"what--"

"No!"

George and Fred hugged each other and howled.

They didn't want to miss Harry's game. This was simply cruel, and for them, it was an epic disaster.

"Clean up quickly!"

Decorah said coldly, and the two could only let go of each other and continue to hold the broom and start sweeping.

And behind them.

Decorah was always watching closely.

Even if I can't bend my right leg, I can walk around.

He also had to drag his right leg and watch the two of them clean with his own eyes, laughing a few times from time to time.