HP: Slytherin disguise

After turning a corner, the narrow path ended in a black lake. On the opposite side of the lake, a towering castle stood on a high slope.

Soon, under the command of Hagrid.

The little wizards took four people in a small boat and sailed to the other side of the lake.

It was silent all the way and we arrived at the pier safely.

After the students had all disembarked, Hagrid removed a toad from his suit.

Neville rushed over excitedly and hugged it into his arms.

The gate of the castle opened, and a tall witch stood in front of the gate, her expression extremely serious.

"First year, Professor McGonagall."

The two chatted for a few words, and the serious witch led them towards the castle.

As soon as they arrived at the door upstairs, the buzzing chatter inside reached their ears. Professor McGonagall first told them some freshmen procedures, and then led them through the foyer, and after passing a door, they entered the luxurious hall. of the auditorium.

The freshmen lined up in a single line were watched by hundreds of eyes.

Students from four colleges were sitting around four long tables, and they all looked at the nervous freshmen. There is another long table on the stage at the top of the auditorium, which is where the teachers sit.

Teacher McGonagall placed a four-legged stool in front of the new students, and placed a pointed wizard's hat on it. The hat was patched, shabby, and extremely dirty, as if it had been picked out of the trash can.

The hat suddenly cracked open, and he sang a song he thought was very good.

Decorah felt her head hurt again.

What should he do? Will he be sorted into Gryffindor?

His brows furrowed, he was actually a little irritable.

"It's so dirty!"

Looking at the hat, Decorah felt extremely conflicted.

Professor McGonagall took out a roll of parchment and walked a few steps forward: "Next, I will call everyone's name, and whoever comes up will wear a hat, sit on a stool and wait for the sorting!"

"Hannah Abbott"

A little girl with two golden braids ran over and put on a hat. The hat just covered his eyes. As soon as she sat down, the hat paused for a moment and shouted:

"Hufflepuff!"

People at the table to the right started applauding her.

Immediately afterwards, the freshmen were assigned to various houses one by one.

"Hermione Granger!"

As the girl with a pair of big front teeth went up, Decorah frowned unconsciously, feeling disgust in his heart.

Along with her being sorted into Gryffindor, the boy who found the toad, Neville was also sorted into Gryffindor.

"Decora Malfoy!"

Before he could go to see if Neville had found the toad, his name was called.

He walked out of the queue, his platinum-blonde hair was particularly conspicuous, and his skin was so pale and transparent that the blood vessels on his neck could be seen.

The whole person exuded a cold aura.

The slightly raised chin gave him a bit of nobility and pride.

Harry and Ron looked expectantly at the platinum boy who attracted much attention.

Looking at the Sorting Hat, Decorah frowned, picked it up with his fingertips, and then gently put it on his head without touching his hair at all.

Before he could hold the Sorting Hat and sit down, the Sorting Hat let out a loud song.

"Oh~ brave and energetic child!"

"You are destined to be a knight with iron-blooded tenderness! Go, go, child!"

"Gryffindor!!"

"Nonsense! You didn't even touch my hair!" Decorah threw the Sorting Hat on the ground and kicked it.

However, the Sorting Hat rolled very flexibly to avoid it.

"I have seen through your eyes the bravery in your heart! The knightly will that never backs down!"

The church was extremely quiet, with only the Sorting Hat singing.

"Son, you seem dissatisfied with the assignment of the Sorting Hat."

A kind voice came from the teacher's desk, and there was an old man sitting in the middle. An old man with white hair and even a white beard.

Albus? Dumbledore!

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Facing Dumbledore, Decorah showed no nervousness. He just raised his head, looked into Dumbledore's eyes and said, "A Malfoy will not be sorted into Gryffindor."

"This hat didn't even touch my head, and I decided that I was sorted into a college that I couldn't possibly enter."

"I suspect there's something wrong with the hat."

Turning to look at the Sorting Hat, Decorah rubbed her fingertips on her clothes, as if she wanted to clean the hand that had just touched the Sorting Hat.

"Don't worry kid, it looks like we need to retest."

Dumbledore motioned for him to put the Sorting Hat back on.

Looking at the Sorting Hat who had jumped onto the chair, Decorah didn't know which hand to stretch out to suffer.

"Sit down, kid."

Professor McGonagall took out the sorting hat, and Decorah sat on the stool obediently.

"No way, I can't make a mistake!"

The Sorting Hat yelled in dissatisfaction, but was eventually placed on Decorah's head by Professor McGonagall.

"It's definitely the brave Gryffindor! Not at all..."

The sound of the Sorting Hat stopped abruptly.

There seemed to be silence.

"idiot…"

Decorah cursed under his breath, and the Sorting Hat heard it, but remained silent.

After a long time, the Sorting Hat said, "Slytherin."

Although the sound could be heard by everyone, it was obviously much lower and no longer as loud as before.

The long Slytherin table on the left burst into welcoming applause. Decorah patted her hair, walked over, and chose a seat to sit down.

After all this fuss, the Sorting Hat lost interest and felt weak.

Until Harry Potter walked up and it shouted Gryffindor again, which made some people relax.

Next, start your meal.

As soon as Decorah ate a piece of bread, he felt the gaze coming from the long table in front of him.

He raised his head, turned to Crabbe and looked at Harry.

Harry Potter kept staring blankly at the platinum-blond boy opposite him.

I saw that he just ate some bread and apple juice.

He began to feel anxious inside. If he sat next to Decorah, he would definitely feed him all kinds of meat.

Why not have a good meal?

Looking at Decorah's pale and weak face, he became more and more anxious.

And this deliberate look also made Decorah raise his head and look at each other.

After swallowing the bread, Decorah raised his hand and touched his face, thinking there was something dirty on his face.

After wiping for a long time, he found that Harry was still looking at him, but he seemed to be snickering.

Is there really something on his face?

Decorah quickly wiped her cheeks and easily visible areas with her hands.

After he wiped his face a little pink, Harry was still staring at him.

"Is there something dirty on my face?"

Decorah turned to look at a new student on the right.

He had some impressions of this person. His name was Theodore. He was from the pure-blood Knott family. He was a quiet and unsociable guy.

Theodore looked at Decorah's bloody face and shook his head, "No."

Decorah looked across at Harry, who was chewing bread and looking at him.

"..."

Being treated like this, Decorah was no longer in the mood to eat.

My heart was full of doubts and curiosity.

After taking a sip of green apple juice, he put down the cup and lay on the table with his arms pillowed tiredly.

Drowsiness welled up in his heart, and Decorah felt particularly tired today, as if his strength had been drained, and he had lost interest.

He was thinking about what tasks would be issued to him now that the branching was over and the mysterious book had activated its final function.