HP: Slytherin disguise

Just then, the door banged.

"Back!" George exclaimed, "Dad is back!"

With that said, several people followed him out of the garden and back to the house.

Just came in.

Then he saw Mr. Weasley slumped on the kitchen chair.

He took off his glasses.

Close your eyes.

He looked very tired.

He is a thin man with some balding hair, but the remaining hair is as red as Ron and others. He is wearing a green robe, dusty from the weather.

"It was quite a bad night. Nine houses were raided."

Mr. Weasley muttered, then reached for the teapot, and several people sat down next to him.

"This old guy, Mundungus Fletcher, actually wants to use magic on me while my back is turned!"

He took a sip of tea and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you find anything? Dad!" Fred was the most curious about this and asked eagerly.

"Just a few shrinking keys and a biting kettle." Mr. Weasley stretched himself, replied, and then continued.

But Decorah was in no mood to listen.

He walked out of the kitchen into the yard and started dusting his pants with mud and water.

Even the uppers were covered in dried mud and water.

"Oh my God!"

Decorah stomped on the ground. As a result, his legs hurt, and the dry soil on his shoes was not shaken off.

Touching the wand in his arms, he couldn't help it anymore.

"I'm a good kid!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a good boy. I can't use magic. You can't use magic during the holidays!"

He began to talk.

Try not to let yourself look at the dirt on your pants and dirty shoes.

By the end, he just went crazy.

"Mrs. Weasley!!"

He burst into the kitchen, startling everyone, especially Mr. Weasley, who almost left his body with fright.

"What's wrong kid? What happened?"

Mrs. Weasley was also frightened.

But when she saw Decorah running behind her, she asked softly in an instant, bending down to listen carefully.

"Will you cast a refreshing spell on me?"

Decorah opened her big gray-blue eyes and looked at Mrs. Weasley eagerly. There was mist trembling inside, which looked clear and beautiful, like a dark sapphire.

Mrs. Weasley couldn't resist this look.

He directly covered his chest and said, "Oh~ of course, kid!"

"You're so cute!"

As he spoke, he rubbed Decorah's platinum hair with his hands.

Then cast a refreshing spell on him.

Looking at the clean shoes and trousers, Decorah breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley!"

"You are so wonderful~"

Decorah blinked, his voice drawn out and soft.

"Oh~~~"

Mrs. Weasley's soul was about to float out. She squatted down, hugged Decorah gently and said, "Of course, dear! My little sweetheart!"

Finally, she didn't forget to kiss Decorah's fair forehead.

George and Fred stared at this scene blankly.

Ron and Harry stared in disbelief with their eyes wide open, but it seemed... nothing?

As for Mr. Weasley, his face twitched slightly.

"He...he...him!" George didn't know what to say.

This is completely different from being the same person at Hogwarts! ! !

"I think as long as he is here, Lockhart is nothing more than that..."

Fred swallowed.

I felt that if Decorra stayed for a few more days, my mother would simply forget about Lockhart, the star wizard whom she had admired for many years.

"Is he Lucius Malfoy's child, Decorah?"

Mr. Weasley looked at Ron and asked softly.

"Of course!"

"He is our youngest prefect at Hogwarts, and he is also the number one in our entire grade. He is great at Quidditch..." Ron began to continue to tell his father about Decorah's good qualities.

"I know this, after all, it is reported in the newspapers every day!"

"What I want to say is, how did he want to come here? How did he make friends with you?"

"Also, why did he fall in love with you as a friend?"

Mr. Weasley's expression became increasingly strange.

"Huh?" Ron looked confused. Did he say that to his own child?

Why did Decorah fall in love with his friend?

What does this mean!

"Oh, nothing!"

Mr. Weasley, who realized what was in his heart and accidentally spat it out, quickly shut up and chose to lose his memory.

"You just said..." Ron's eyes widened and he wanted to reason.

But Mr. Weasley directly looked away and said: "You heard wrong, or you understood wrong!"

Harry was amused and felt relaxed for the first time.

"Ron, please lead them upstairs quickly. I have already tidied up the room just now."

Mrs. Weasley reluctantly let go of Decorah and looked at Ron, who was still doubting his life.

"Okay, Mom!"

Soon, Ron led the two of them upstairs.

"This is Ginny!"

He looked at the red-haired girl standing outside the room door and introduced the two of them.

"Your sister?" Decorah felt that the two families were so similar, and the red hair was simply hereditary.

"certainly!"

Ron nodded, and Ginny blushed slightly, ran back to the room, and closed the door.

"She seems to like Harry!"

Decorah smiled and looked at Harry, who looked confused, but then scratched his head in embarrassment.

"She always wanted Harry's autograph, but when people came, she was too embarrassed to come out!" Ron seemed to have thought of something, covered his mouth and laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

Decorah's smile disappeared.

"Huh? I...uh..."

Ron scratched his head in even more embarrassment than Harry. He just looked at Decorah and laughed too.

The two soon settled in the Weasley house.

And every time Ginny saw Harry, she would always make a lot of noise, as if she was nervous.

George and Fred always laughed secretly at this.

It made Harry blush and feel thick-necked.

However, after Decorah and George Fred got to know each other, they started to play pranks, often playing tricks on the returning goblins.

Finally, Decorah came up with a wicked idea.

That means stuffing bomb toys into goblin holes.

This plan caught George and Fred's eyes and they immediately took action.

at night.

The three of them went straight into the garden, holding toy bombs in their hands.

"This! This! Put a few more in!"

Decorah jumped up happily and pointed to a goblin hole for the two of them to stuff more.

"I know, I know..." The smile on George's face could hardly be suppressed.

"Keep your voice down!"

Fred covered Decorah's mouth, telling him to be quiet.

Because everyone has fallen asleep.

"I know…"

Decorah lowered her voice.

The three of them squatted next to the goblin hole and stuffed themselves inside one by one.

This thing will explode as long as it is touched with a little force, so the three of them were careful when stuffing it.

"When will they come back?"

Decorah asked curiously.

George thought for a moment and said, "I'll probably be back in the middle of the night, or in the early morning!"

"They will come back in a team. If they see something in the hole, they will move them out. When the time comes..."

"hey-hey…"

The three of them laughed evilly.