HP: Slytherin disguise

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Decorah was still panting.

"It's crazy that I would break through the window like a burglar!"

Made a complaint.

He looked out the car window.

Harry released Hedwig, who had not spread her wings for a long time, from the cage and watched it follow the flying car.

"Isn't it exciting?"

"I think this is your first time. After all, the Malfoy family pays great attention to etiquette, appearance, and behavior!"

Fred, the co-pilot, turned back with a smile on his face.

"Of course, but always make exceptions for someone!"

Decorah straightened her messy clothes and said something connotatively.

"Hehe..." Harry giggled and looked at Decorah.

"When he saw you, he acted like a fool."

Ron pursed his lips and complained about Harry to Decorah.

"Obviously, I can see it too!" Decorah nodded in agreement, because Harry did feel a little stupid.

"By the way, why didn't you reply? What happened? Harry, you were warned by the Ministry of Magic?"

"My father said you used a levitation spell!"

Ron asked, because Harry and Decorah had never replied to him, so he wanted to find them.

Harry could only tell a few people exactly what happened.

Including birthdays, Dobby, and the warnings Dobby gave him.

"It's very suspicious. He didn't even tell you who planned all this!" Fred frowned.

With that said, several people turned their attention to Decorah.

"Don't think about it, I don't know anything."

"Dobby should have overheard it from somewhere, certainly not including my father!"

"My father came back after Voldemort was gone."

"He can't be helping Voldemort, and he has no reason to target Harry."

"Plus the matter of the school's secret room."

"This has already spread throughout the magical world. I'm almost a hero. Voldemort's return will do us no good at all."

"So don't expect me to know anything!"

"Oh, okay! We don't doubt that you know anything!" George explained while driving, fearing that Decorah would misunderstand.

"Of course, Decorah is not that kind of person!" Ron was extremely firm and his tone was decisive.

"Stop talking about this!"

"I am afraid!"

Fred interrupted several people to tell them not to continue.

"Well, anyway, I'm happy to receive you." Ron scratched his head and continued: "I just started sending you letters, but I didn't receive a reply. I thought there was something wrong with Errol-"

"Who is Errol?"

"Our owl is already old. He used to deliver letters every day and is almost exhausted, so we want to borrow Hermes..."

"Who?" Harry looked confused.

"Ever since Percy became a prefect, his parents bought him an owl!"

Fred answered the question for Ron.

"But Percy won't lend it to us! He says he wants to use it himself! That's disgusting!" Ron complained, looking very unhappy.

"It's just an owl, that's all?"

Decorah frowned and said that he liked Percy more than anyone else in the Weasley family.

"You don't know! His owl is the most sensitive and fastest in the whole family! We can only work hard for Errol to keep delivering messages to you two! It flies too slowly, even slower than driving!"

Ron's eyes widened, fearing that Decorah would think he was being petty.

"is it?"

Decorah looked at Ron suspiciously.

"Of course!!" Ron sat up straight instantly with a serious look on his face.

"Then...I'll buy you an owl?"

"Really?!"

"Of course!"

"Oh my God! You're so good, Decorah! I love you so much!"

Ron wanted to hug Decorah, but there was a lightbulb Harry sitting in the middle.

So he had no choice but to give up.

"Speaking of which, Percy has been acting weird since his vacation this year!" George suddenly frowned and said, "He sent a lot of letters and was always alone in the room. I don't understand how many times he has to rub that prefect badge. To be clean! Keep wiping, wiping all the time! "

"By the way, Decola, where's your prefect badge?"

he asked, turning his head.

"I forgot to bring him back in the school dormitory!"

Only then did Decorah remember that he had forgotten to bring his prefect badge home and showed it to his parents.

Because he was so outstanding that semester, his parents felt a little outrageous. Fortunately, they gradually accepted the fact that their child was extremely outstanding.

Especially after Decorah was promoted to prefect as an exception.

Lucius Malfoy was happy for a long time, and Narcissa often wrote letters asking him to wear the prefect badge when he came back.

But he forgot.

Now that I think about it, I feel a little annoyed.

He has obviously promised his mother!

"Oh my god! It's such a difference! Percy is such an official fanatic. He thinks about how to use his prefect's privileges correctly and perfectly every day!"

When George heard this, he couldn't help but complain.

"Hey! Bastard! You went off the road! Look back and look at the route!" At this moment, Fred yelled.

Harry and Ron held back their laughter.

"Okay, okay!" George turned back and turned the steering wheel to get back on track.

"When you drive the car out, do your parents know?"

Decorah felt that this car must have been driven out secretly.

"Oh, they don't know, dad has to work overtime tonight, so we drove it out."

Ron directly confirmed that they drove out secretly.

"What does your father do at the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked curiously.

"A boring department, a department that prohibits the misuse of Muggle items."

Ron felt that it was also a boring and unremarkable position.

"Then this car..."

Harry was speechless. Isn't this car also a Muggle item?

"Hey, dad was obsessed with Muggle things, so he used magic to reassemble them. But if he wanted to check them, he could only check them himself. Mom was almost mad at him!"

"Okay, we'll be there in ten minutes..." George looked ahead and reminded.

Decorah looked out the window curiously.

Below are fields and dark patterns composed of clusters of trees. The entire land seems to have only these two colors.

"This is the village of Ottery St. Catchpole... Of course, we're a little outside the village!"

Fred explained to Decorah and Harry.

The car flew lower and lower, and finally landed beside a dilapidated garage.

Surrounded by a small courtyard.

Decorah got out of the car and looked at Ron's home.

It was like a pigsty made of stones. Some rooms were added later, and it was several stories high. It was crooked, as if it were built by magic, and it was extremely unsightly.

The roof is red, and there is a sign in front of the house that says 'The Burrow'. There is a pair of high-top leather shoes and a rusty crucible beside the door. Several fat brown chickens were pecking in the yard.

"Isn't it good?" Ron looked nervously at the two people looking around.

"Great!" Harry had a smile on his face, looking much happier than Privet Drive.

This made Ron feel relieved, but he thought of Decorah again, and he could only look over, with nowhere to put his hands, for fear that Decorah would say something contemptuous.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Decorah and Ron looked at each other with strange expressions.

"That... uh..."

Ron scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

"He is afraid that you will dislike him!"