HP: Slytherin disguise

Feeling the gazes from below, Decorah's pale face turned pale pink.

He rummaged through the pockets of his robe again uncertainly.

Neither side.

His wand disappeared.

This made Decorah instantly think back to George and Fred, whom he met in the corridor just now. The two hugged him. Needless to say, these two idiots must have stolen his wand!

"Hug...sorry...professor..."

"me…"

Decorah was a little embarrassed, he didn't know what to say to Professor Flitwick.

Should you tell him that your wand was stolen?

It's unbelievable that a wizard would let his wand be stolen.

"You're not trying to tell me you don't have your wand, are you?"

Professor Flitwick looked at him and wondered. When he saw Decorah blushing slightly and saying nothing, he screamed: "Oh my God! Classmate Decorah! You don't bring a wand to class!!!"

As soon as he said this, there was laughter from below.

This group of students has obviously never encountered anything so funny.

A wizard who goes to class without a wand.

Simply the biggest joke of the year.

They had just laughed for a while when Professor Flitwick turned his head sharply, looked at them and shouted angrily.

"What are you laughing at!!!"

"Decora-san didn't bring her wand, and you guys didn't bring your brains!"

"After teaching for so many days, no one has successfully cast the shining spell! Is this funny?"

"Come to class from now on, can you bring your brains with you!"

Professor Flitwick's loud scolding caused the students below to stop laughing and show frightened expressions.

at this time.

There was loud laughter outside the classroom, and then George and Fred appeared at the door.

"Hey! Decorah next! Your wand!"

George threw a wand at Decorah.

Then the two men turned and ran.

At this time, Decorah dodged the thrown wand without hesitation, because it was not his wand at all.

Decorah moved out of the way.

The wand hit the confused Professor Flitwick on the head. With a bang, the wand turned into a fire snake and instantly set Flitwick's beard on fire.

"what!!!"

Professor Flitwick screamed.

He kept slapping his beard with his hands, his eyes widened, shock, anger and panic showing on his face.

The students were all frightened by the sudden scene.

After reacting, they all covered their mouths and snickered.

There was actually some gloating about his misfortune.

Soon, Professor Flitwick reacted and used magic to extinguish the fire. Fortunately, the fire snake only looked scary, but actually had no power.

It just made Professor Flitwick's beard a little burnt.

It also smelled like paste.

"Don't be angry, Professor, I'm going to catch them right now!"

Seeing Professor Flitwick's expression becoming increasingly gloomy, as if it was the calm before the storm, Decorah hurriedly said, then turned around and ran out of the classroom quickly, chasing where George and Fred had run away.

"Ahhh! You three wait for me!!!"

Professor Flitwick shouted angrily from the classroom.

Decorah was secretly glad that he ran fast just now. He turned a corner and bumped into the Weasley twins in an instant.

"Decora! Are we in trouble?!"

George asked. Just now, the two of them also heard Professor Flitwick's angry shouting, which seemed to want to eat them alive.

"Obviously, you two idiots!"

"Professor Flitwick is very angry now because you burned his beard!" Decorah said with some gloating.

It wasn't him who burned it anyway.

When the time came for a confrontation, he would also be a victim of a stolen wand.

"No! Decorah, you have to help us!" Fred hugged his arm instantly and shouted, his tone full of anxiety.

Neither of them expected to burn Professor Flitwick.

It was originally meant to be a prank on Decorah, but who knows how it burned Professor Flitwick's beard. You must know that Professor Flitwick particularly likes his beard and takes good care of it.

If it burns like this, the two of them will definitely be doomed!

"Oh~~~"

"Two stupid gentlemen, enjoy your last peace."

"We should go to the office."

"I think Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall are already waiting!"

The corners of Decorah's mouth were almost raised to the sky, which showed how happy he was now.

With that said, he dragged the two of them, who were hopeless, toward the office.

Wait until you arrive at Professor McGonagall's office.

Decorah pushed the two of them directly in, looking excited and happy.

Just wait to be punished, you two idiots.

He stood at the door of the office with no intention of leaving. He had to watch the two of them being punished.

Sure enough, the two were severely scolded by Professor McGonagall.

During this period, the two of them were slapped several times on the back of the head by Professor Flitwick.

George and Fred both lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

"Hehehe..." Decorah laughed softly.

"You two will be deducted five points from Gryffindor for walking around in the corridors during class, and you will be deducted ten points from Gryffindor for making a fool of Professor Flitwick."

"Besides, you two have to sort out Professor Flitwick's books these days."

Professor McGonagall said seriously, even if he deducted points from students in his own college, he would not hesitate to deduct points. He was fair, upright and selfless.

"We got it, Professor McGonagall!"

The two said in unison, looking full of regret.

"Get out!"

"Ok!"

Under the watchful eye of Professor McGonagall, the two walked out of the office.

"Where's my wand?"

Decorah smiled happily, but still talked to the two of them, he had to get his wand back.

"what?"

"what?"

"What does your wand have to do with us?"

"What, you lost your wand?"

George and Fred looked confused, as if they didn't understand what he was talking about.

The smile on his face disappeared instantly, and Decorah frowned and said, "You'd better give me the wand back before I get angry."

"Don't think I don't know you took it."

"Give it back to me quickly!"

Faced with Decorah's tough attitude, George and Fred looked at each other, then showed innocent expressions.

"We have no idea!"

"Yes! We have no idea!"

With that said, the two left directly.

Before Decorah could show an angry expression, his hair was ruffled.

I turned around and saw Professor McGonagall.

"Although they like to play pranks and are extremely naughty, they are not bad-hearted. You can try to make friends with them." Professor McGonagall's voice was extremely soft.

"I guess I don't need that many friends."

Decorah truly hates George and Fred.

No matter the past life or the present.

To him, these two people are like dog-skin plasters that cannot be shaken off. They like to play pranks and are no different from malicious rats.

"Child, you have to know that sincere friendship is an indispensable thing on the road of life. It can illuminate the road ahead for you and prevent you from going astray."

"Go back, it's time for you to go to class."

Professor McGonagall retracted her hand and watched him leave with gentle eyes.

"He's not bad in nature, but he just likes to act like he hates everything. He's like a hedgehog. He likes to wrap his body with sharp thorns to make people intimidated and not approach him."

"But actually, it's incredibly fragile inside."

Professor Flitwick glanced at Professor McGonagall, who was speaking eloquently, and curled his lips and said, "How do you know so clearly?"

"Because I'm taller and well-developed than you."

"ha??!!!"

"Sorry for staying with these kids for so long..."