HP: Slytherin disguise

The next day.

When Decorah appeared in the auditorium intact, Harry and the others felt relieved.

He raised his hand and rubbed his severely fried hair.

Decorah looked haggard.

"I thought you would be locked up in the Forbidden Forest for a few days."

Theodore handed him the piece of bread and continued: "You can eat it with green apple sauce."

"Hmmmm~"

"It's just a favor. Once you're done, you can come back." Decorah said while eating bread with green apple sauce.

"Huh? Where's Pansy?" He suddenly realized that Pansy didn't come for breakfast.

Theodore raised his hand to wipe the applesauce from the corner of Decorah's mouth and said: "A few blind people have offended her, and they are probably teaching her a lesson now."

"Oh, that's how it is."

"There will be an exam soon, are you ready?"

"Of course, I'm ready."

After finishing breakfast, the two left the auditorium.

Decorah didn't go to the Charms class because he already knew it, so he just skipped the class.

"Decora! Malfoy!"

An eerie voice came from behind him.

"What? Where did you find the Philosopher's Stone?" Decorah turned around and looked at the lingering Professor Quirrell with raised eyebrows.

"Of course!"

"Dumbledore asked some of our professors to design a mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Oh~ What then?"

"You don't care about the Philosopher's Stone? What are you thinking about? When the master comes back to life, I must tell him what you have done!"

Professor Quirrell was furious when he saw Decorah still had an indifferent expression.

"Sorry to disappoint you, I am a Death Eater! He has given me the Dark Mark, and you have nothing, just a temporary servant!"

With that said, Decorah revealed the Dark Mark on his arm.

Professor Quirrell's eyes turned red when he saw it, and he yelled: "No! How could it be! Why! Why do you have to!"

Maybe he couldn't figure out how a child of only eleven years old could possess his master's Dark Mark! You must know that the Dark Mark can only be possessed by the most loyal Death Eaters!

But Decorah has it.

Looking at the jealous Professor Quirrell, Decorah said coldly: "What? A servant still wants to kill me?"

"Except for your status as a professor, you have nothing!"

"It's of no use!"

Decorah likes to say murderous words, and Professor Quirrell is indeed an idiot, a self-righteous idiot who is overly brainwashed.

"you!!!"

Professor Quirrell pointed at him and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense to you!"

"When are you going to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

Seeing people was almost exciting, Decorah stopped laughing.

After all, dogs will jump over walls when they are anxious.

Seeing that Decorah finally brought up business, Professor Quirrell's mood stabilized instantly.

All he wants now is to get the Philosopher's Stone, and then help the great Dark Lord to be reborn, so that he can gain the supreme honor and status, and then kill Decorah Malfoy, the idiot who repeatedly insulted him.

"As soon as Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts, I will take action!"

"You have to come when the time comes!"

Professor Quirrell emphasized as if he was afraid that Decorah would not go.

If they are discovered like this, the two of them can die together.

Of course Decorah knew Professor Quirrell's little thoughts, but he didn't bother to pay attention to them.

"Of course, but I'm cutting it off for you. Harry Potter is already suspicious of you and Snape. Maybe he will sneak in with you. I'll guard outside and wait for him to go in before following him. This will not only If you can get the Philosopher's Stone, you can also kill Harry Potter."

The two looked at each other and reached a rare consensus.

"It's best!" Professor Quirrell glared at him, then turned and left.

Grab them all! Find it!

It seems that Dumbledore is smart and knows how to put out imitations.

Decorah's eyes were cold, and he was no longer in the mood to skip class after being so disturbed by Professor Quirrell.

He turned around and planned to go back to class.

"Hey! Decorah!"

As a familiar shout came, Decorah instantly became alert and looked up.

Then he saw George and Fred blocking him in front of him, with evil smiles on their faces.

He glanced around and found nothing suspicious.

"You two idiots, you'll get five points from Gryffindor for hanging around in the corridors during class time!"

Decorah looked at the two of them and deducted points directly.

If you dare to stop him during class, you are just asking for it yourself.

"Don't be so angry~"

George said with a smile, and then walked over to Decorah's left side. Fred also followed and walked to Decorah's right side.

Frowning his brows, Decorah felt that the two of them were holding back their ultimate move.

But after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible for the two people to attack him directly. They could secretly prank him, but they would never dare to do it openly.

With this thought in mind, he raised his chin slightly and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"If there's nothing wrong, leave now! Leave now! Go back to the classroom!"

"No, no, no! We are here to apologize to you!"

"Apologies for our previous pranks!"

The two of them held Decorah's arms and spoke seriously.

"Huh? Are you two idiots enlightened?"

Decorah didn't believe it.

"Of course! On second thought we decided it was all our fault!"

"Just forgive us!"

George and Fred were exceptionally serious and sincere.

This also made Decorah reluctantly believe it, "Just treat me as an adult and forgive you!"

"Let me go!"

"You two are stupid...you two go back to class quickly!"

Decorah said and was about to leave, but was stopped by two people again.

"Forgiveness also needs a sense of ceremony. Can we hug each other?"

"Hurry up, I have to go to class!"

Decorah did not refuse, but just asked the two of them to finish hugging each other quickly so that he could go back to class.

"Thank you, Decorah!"

"You're so cool!"

George was the first to rush forward and hugged Decorah, and waited for a long time before letting go.

He winked at Fred and pointed at Decorah's right pocket.

Fred nodded, then hugged Decorah, the two soon let go, and then left the corridor hand in hand with a smile.

"Pooh!"

Decorah patted his robe in disgust.

"You really think I won't deduct points from you? That's so whimsical! You're talking nonsense! You're extremely stupid!"

After cursing a few words in a row, Decorah turned and walked towards the Charms classroom where the first grade students were.

The class was already halfway through, and the students in the Slytherin and Hufflepuff houses were being scolded by Professor Flitwick, who seemed to be saying that these students could not learn anything.

Seeing Decorah appear at the door, Professor Flitwick stopped scolding him.

He waved to Decorah: "Come here, come here, come here!"

"What's wrong, Professor?"

Decorah walked over and looked at his angry face.

"Show them the glitter spell!"

"These idiots can't learn anything no matter how much I teach them. They make me so angry!" Professor Flitwick became angrier as he spoke.

"Ok."

Decorah did not dare to continue beeping for fear of offending Professor Flitwick who was in a rage.

He put his hand directly into his robe and felt empty.

"?"

Decorah touched it again uncertainly.

No, where is his wand? ! ! !