HP: Slytherin disguise

Decorah presided over the sorting ceremony very seriously.

Then he handed the parchment to Professor McGonagall, who left his seat and walked over.

Professor McGonagall took the parchment.

Decorah felt her mission accomplished, then turned and walked down the steps.

I have to go back to my seat.

But the next second, his hand was held.

"Decora, I think you should meet Harry and Ron."

"They drove a speeding car to school and were witnessed by seven or eight Muggles. They also crashed the Whomping Willow."

"Almost got fired."

"They should be nervous right now, in Snape's office."

So I have to go see them?

Decorah's brain was working very fast. He always felt that someone was trying to bring him and Harry together, wanting to deepen their friendship.

Don't know why.

But Decorah still nodded: "Really? I really should go see them!"

Professor McGonagall had a smile on her face and led him out of the auditorium.

He is hungry.

Why do you always stop him from eating some food!

Didn't get any food on the express.

The branch in the auditorium couldn't get enough to eat, and now that it was over, he was taken out of the auditorium again.

It's just heartbreaking.

"I think you are hungry." At this moment, Professor McGonagall handed him a sandwich.

It seemed that he had just taken a piece when he left his seat in the auditorium.

No wonder Decorah kept smelling the fragrance.

He thought he was sick with longing.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall!"

Decorah took it and took a big bite.

Under hunger.

For the first time, the sandwich tasted delicious.

"Harry isn't hurt, is he?"

He looked up and asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall lowered her head and smiled and replied: "He was not injured, but Ron's forehead was scratched and there was some blood."

"Oh."

Decorah didn't care whether Ron was hurt or not.

Harry was the only one he worried about.

If Harry is okay, then it's okay.

"Ron should be in great need of your care. You can properly comfort his frightened little heart."

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and began to persuade.

Decorah finished the last bite of the sandwich and said slowly: "He should be lucky that he didn't take Harry to the sky. Otherwise, it would be a trivial matter for him to be expelled, but Harry would never come back."

"..." Professor McGonagall was speechless.

Maybe Decorah has a point?

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall quickly shook these thoughts out of her mind. Sure enough, she had been with these children for a long time.

Thoughts have changed.

Last time, Professor Flitwick was so heartbroken that he ignored her for the entire holiday.

Arrive at Snape's office.

Professor McGonagall led him directly in, and what he saw was Harry and Ron, who were shrinking their heads, and Snape, who was looking gloomy.

"Professor Snape, you should go back to the dinner party."

"Let these three kids talk."

Her words made the three people in the office look over.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape glanced coldly at Harry and Ron, who were thankful, and then walked over.

"Stop playing with idiots!"

He raised his hand and rubbed Decorah's hair, looked at Harry and Ron, and then left the office.

Ron curled his lips, but didn't dare to say anything.

"Kids, let's talk!"

"Professor Dumbledore will come to talk to you later!"

Professor McGonagall gently pushed Decorah inside, then turned and left the office and closed the door.

"Decora!"

"You are literally our savior!"

"Big Bat, he wants us to be expelled from the school!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"I almost got fired!"

Ron yelled and rushed over, hugged Decorah, and complained.

"There is blood on your forehead, wipe it clean and hug me! Idiot!"

Decorah pushed Ron away in disgust.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his forehead.

"Aww, you're so good Decorah!"

Ron stretched out his arms to hug him again.

But he was pushed away directly by Decorah.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" He walked over, looked at Harry who was silent and dazed, and wiped the ashes on his cheeks with his hand.

"I feel great, Decorah!"

"It'll be better to see you!"

Harry hugged Decorah excitedly, feeling like he was surviving a disaster.

The moment he missed the train, he was almost at a loss for words, fearing that he would be judged as having missed the train because he was late.

When the speeding car hit the Whomping Willow tree, he thought he was going to die due to the car accident, but luckily nothing happened. But the moment Snape caught him in the office and said that they were going to be expelled, he Panic.

Afraid of actually getting fired.

Decorah was never seen again.

Fortunately.

In the end they were not fired!

"You guys are so awesome. Now that you hit the Whomping Willow tree, it's like..."

"Tsk...I have nothing to say!"

Although Decorah sympathized, he couldn't help but express his connotation.

This also made Harry laugh out loud.

No more tension.

"Children, am I not disturbing you?"

At this moment of relaxation, Dumbledore opened the door of the office and asked probingly.

Then he showed off his signature move: a naughty wink.

"What do you think?"

Decorah didn't stop talking and said it directly.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Ron chuckled, but quickly covered his mouth.

"I don't think so, because I came at the right time!" Dumbledore pushed open the door and entered without any embarrassment.

"Come on, I need to talk to you!"

He came to the three of them and held his hands in front of his stomach.

"As for the unpleasant things today, we can just forget them."

"What I want to talk about now is about the friendship between you."

Dumbledore's words left the three of them confused.

These days, does the principal still care about students’ friendship issues?

"No need to wonder, I mean, your friendship needs to deepen!"

"Your friendship has already made headlines in the wizarding world over the holidays."

"What are you talking about? The strongest friendship in Hogwarts...wait a minute. It's about you, including Hermione. Almost the entire magical world has paid attention to this matter. They think this friendship is very pure and deep."

"It's also in disbelief."

"Because this friendship combination is very strange. It includes Harry Potter, who survived Voldemort and was prophesied to be the savior, and Decorah Malfoy, the pure-blood heir and the youngest and outstanding prefect of Hogwarts. !”

"There is also a descendant of the down-and-out Weasley family, Ron Weasley, who was clearly afraid but bravely braved the chess game for his friends!"

"What's even more controversial is that there is a Muggle born, whose parents are ordinary people, but was admitted to Hogwarts, the confident, smart and brave Hermione Granger!"

"This is a controversial but enviable friendship combination!"

"Now some reporters are calling for people not to care about their bloodline when making friends!"

"I appeal to everyone not to dislike Muggle-born people!"

"Don't dislike mixed blood either."

"Don't even hate pure-blood families!"

"And you are the representatives! The representatives who promote these things!"

"So in the future, those reporters will ask to interview you from time to time about your daily life and how you get along."

"I would also allow some reporters to come in and film."

"That's why I hope you will cherish this friendship! Protect this hard-won friendship."

"This is simply unprecedented in the wizarding world!"

"Can you do it?"

Dumbledore's words were serious yet gentle.

"I can do it!" Harry nodded first, his eyes full of determination and sincerity.

"I can do it too!"

Ron also nodded firmly.

"me too!"

At the door, Hermione, who was brought over by Professor McGonagall and stood outside the door after listening to the entire speech, nodded cautiously.

Then she walked in at McGonagall's signal, stood beside the three of them, and looked at Dumbledore firmly.

The lips moved slightly.

Decorah wanted to say: NO, I don't want to.

But his hands were quickly held by Harry and Ron.

The two looked at him firmly.

"..."

Decorah felt that the touching atmosphere was enough to set it off, and if he refused, he would be getting a special conspicuous bag.

"I...I can!...do...do it!"