HP: Slytherin disguise

With a loud bang, Decorah burst into the room.

What caught his eye was Harry lying unconscious on the ground.

Not far from Harry, Professor Quirrell was standing there, holding a blood-red magic stone in his hands.

The expression on his face was particularly exciting.

Seeing Decorah come in, his eyes darkened instantly.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

"You finally came!"

"bring it on!"

"Kill you and sacrifice the magic stone to the master, and I will gain the supreme glory!!!"

"Hahaha!"

Professor Quirrell laughed maniacally.

Glancing at the unconscious Harry, Decorah frowned and said, "How did you get it?"

"Of course you took it out of the mirror, idiot!"

"But after getting the Philosopher's Stone, this stupider fool came over. You are right!"

"Harry Potter is really here!"

"But this is simply too good. By killing you, I'm killing Harry Potter, and I'm giving the Philosopher's Stone to the master!"

"This way the master will definitely not blame me!"

"After all, I killed Harry Potter, the savior in the prophecy! And I helped him get the Sorcerer's Stone!"

With that said, Professor Quirrell took out his wand and wanted to do it.

"idiot!"

The corners of his lips parted slightly, and Decorah spoke out these two words without fear.

"What?!!"

Professor Quirrell's expression instantly twisted.

Decorah actually dared to scold him!

Could it be that you can't understand the current situation?

"You were deceived by Dumbledore from the beginning to the end. The Philosopher's Stone in the mirror is fake!"

"Otherwise, you can take it out easily?"

"Except for Dumbledore and a very few people who can take out the real Philosopher's Stone, the only one left who can take out the Philosopher's Stone is Harry Potter!"

"Because he has no desire to live forever with the magic stone."

"That's why he took out the magic stone."

"And you?"

Decorah looked at Professor Quirrell with disdain and continued with a sneer: "Why can you take it out?"

"impossible!"

Quirrell shouted, not wanting to believe Decorah's words.

But he soon calmed down, yes, why could he take out the magic stone? Dumbledore said that only those who have not taken the Philosopher's Stone to seek immortality can take out the Philosopher's Stone.

And why can he take it out?

"Ah! Dumbledore!!!"

Quirrell roared, realizing that he had been deceived.

He slammed the fake magic stone in his hand to the ground. The fake magic stone fell to the ground and instantly broke into several pieces. It was completely confirmed that it was a fake magic stone.

After all, a real magic stone cannot be broken.

It is indestructible!

This scene once again stimulated Professor Quirrell's nerves. He rolled his eyes and fainted.

"idiot!"

Decorah said something disdainfully, but soon, he was speechless.

Professor Quirrell, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up, with chilly black smoke coming out of his body.

The hat on Professor Quirrell's head fell off, revealing his smooth but extremely ugly head. On the back of his head, Humble View had another face!

This is a face as white as snow, with scarlet eyes and a slender nose like a snake.

Decorah took a few steps back, tripped over Harry's arm, and fell to the ground instantly. He ignored the pain, but propped himself up on his elbows and watched the scene in front of him.

"Decora Malfoy..."

A voice like a whisper came.

It was eerie, like two tiny snakes burrowing into the ears, making people feel creepy and frightened.

"In the Forbidden Forest, I used Quirrell's body to drink the blood of unicorns to restore my strength. And why do you want to attack your great master?"

Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of coldness.

It seemed as if his life would be taken away at any moment.

After realizing that this was Voldemort, Decorah quickly got up from the ground and said: "Sorry, Dark Lord!"

"I didn't know it was you!"

"Please forgive me!"

Walking in front of Voldemort, Decorah knelt down without hesitation and lowered his head.

"is it?"

The cold voice was extremely low.

Like whispering in his ear.

"Of course, I have no other feelings for the Dark Lord!"

"While the Dark Lord was sleeping, I have been looking for the Philosopher's Stone. Quirrell, this idiot, has been recklessly helping me, and his whereabouts were discovered, which led to suspicion and extended the time to find the Philosopher's Stone!"

"However, I have found the Philosopher's Stone for the great Dark Lord!"

With that said, Decorah took out the magic stone from his pocket.

Then he raised his head and looked at Voldemort's terrifying face with fervor and respect.

At this moment, Decorah was like a fanatical believer, offering the magic stone to his great Dark Lord, and the enthusiasm in his eyes almost burst out.

The moment he saw the Sorcerer's Stone, a smile appeared on Voldemort's terrifying face.

"Very good! You are a loyal and obedient Death Eater, a qualified subordinate!"

"I allow you to call me 'Master'"

He was very satisfied, very satisfied with Decorah.

Because the enthusiasm that is close to madness is real! Voldemort could easily see between hypocrisy and truth.

He could tell that Decorah really admired him.

"Get up."

"Okay, Lord...Master!"

Decorah stood up and handed over the magic stone.

Voldemort controlled Professor Quirrell to reach out and take the blood-red magic stone in Decorah's hand.

Just when his fingertips were about to touch the magic stone.

A shout came.

"Fainted and fell to the ground!!!"

Decorah turned around subconsciously, and the white light hit him between the eyebrows!

With a 'bang', Decorah instantly fell to the ground, and the Philosopher's Stone in his hand fell to the feet of Harry, who woke up in time.

Harry glanced at the unconscious Decorah.

Then he picked up the magic stone at his feet without hesitation, then gritted his teeth and looked at Voldemort...

"Mother...mother..."

"I'm afraid of... mother..."

"He wanted to kill me..."

The murmur was intermittent, a little hoarse, and sounded like crying.

Decorah only felt that he was shrouded in darkness.

It was endless darkness.

There is no end, but there are countless black shadows standing around him. They stretch out their twisted and terrifying hands to grab him, who is helpless in the middle.

At the moment of being caught, Decorah wakes up from a coma.

He sat up suddenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Looking around, Decorah relaxed instantly. This was his bedroom.

Rubbing his temples, Decorah's thoughts became clearer.

It looked like Quirrell, the idiot, was dead and Voldemort would escape.

Harry had succeeded.

He stepped on Harry hard.

Yes, he pretended to trip on purpose just to stomp Harry awake.

After all, he couldn't really give the Sorcerer's Stone to Voldemort.

It now appears that his plan was successful.

Quirrell died and Voldemort escaped.

And he also successfully established the image of a fanatical believer in Voldemort's heart.

This is also thanks to his flawless acting skills.

But it’s not all acting.

The curiosity in his heart was very strong, so he could show such real enthusiasm for Voldemort.

After all, he was really curious about Voldemort now.

Already curious to the point of fanaticism.

This also made him lucky enough to escape Voldemort's eyes that could discern hypocrisy.