HP: Slytherin disguise

"I know. I'm glad that Harry can make a friend like you."

Dumbledore's smile returned to his face.

In fact, what these words of Decorah meant was that he agreed to protect Harry, but he did not agree to him explicitly, but because he had his own intention, and he did not agree to it at his request.

"Then Principal Dumbledore, please come back." Decorah breathed a sigh of relief.

Get up and open the door.

"... "

Dumbledore's mouth twitched and he stood up unhappily.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest!"

There was a toothache in his voice, and he seemed a little angry at Decorah's unwelcome behavior.

After walking out of the door, seeing Decorah about to close the door, he reminded again: "Remember to wear the prefect badge outside your robe. This is the most basic requirement as a prefect."

"Okay, I get it now…"

Decorah closed the door directly.

Dumbledore, who was left alone outside the door, showed an angry expression.

Don’t know how to respect the old and love the young!

Simply shameful!

But Decorah didn't care about this. He didn't even pack his suitcase, so he went directly into the bedroom and threw himself on the bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

the next day.

When the breakfast bell rang, Decorah opened his eyes sleepily.

"call!"

He got up and washed himself quickly, then picked up his robe and walked out.

Wearing the prefect badge by the way.

"Hello, prefect!"

"Good morning, prefect!"

"Morning, prefect!"

After saying hello, Decorah finally woke up.

The first-year students heading to the auditorium were particularly lively.

And very polite.

Everyone greeted him when they saw him.

And there are still no distinctions between houses. Even if he didn't enter Slytherin, his eyes would be bright when he saw Decorah.

Decorah rubbed his disheveled hair and didn't pay much attention.

Wait until he enters the auditorium.

He found that the students looked at him with particularly solemn and helpless eyes.

Maybe they just learned that Decorah became the first-year prefect of this temple.

So I doubt life very much.

Why are there such outstanding people?

What's wrong with them?

When he came to his seat and sat down, Decorah stuffed bread into his mouth.

"This is the kitchen's awakening. Is there any porridge?"

Looking at the bowls of porridge placed on the long table, Decorah directly picked up a bowl and drank it.

"A new semester, a new menu."

Theodore made a rare joke.

"That makes sense. Where's Pansy?"

"Oh, her~"

"do not know!"

"..." Decorah choked. I thought you knew the previous sentence, but ended up saying "I don't know."

"When did you become so funny?"

"Really? I've always been like this."

"Huh? Why didn't I know!"

"Haha, you just didn't notice."

The two of them had just chatted for a few words when they heard a huge roar coming from the Gryffindor table.

The dust on the ceiling of the shaking auditorium fell down.

The tableware on the table was shaking slightly.

It was a growl, and Decorah could tell it was Mrs. Weasley's voice.

This sound was hundreds of times louder than the last time George and the others bombed the garden.

This immediately frightened everyone in the auditorium, and they all turned around to see whose shouting letter it was.

You could tell Ron was embarrassed.

He had buried his head under the long table, and his exposed ears were as red as blood.

"Scared me..."

Decorah spoke slowly, raised his hand and patted his little heart.

It's absolutely terrible.

When the shouting letters stopped, Ron was crying and unable to eat.

Harry felt guilty too.

After all, Mrs. Weasley just said that Mr. Weasley has been investigated by the department.

The conversation gradually resumed in the auditorium.

Wait until breakfast is over.

Decorah said goodbye to Theodore, because Theodore liked Potions class very much and would listen to Snape's lessons for other classes when he had time, which also led to him often skipping other classes.

So I have free time.

He would go to the underground classroom to make potions.

After stuffing a piece of candy into her mouth, Decorah planned to skip all the morning classes.

Then go to Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

After all, this is the first class for a new teacher, so don’t make people feel arrogant.

Although he knew that the teacher was Lockhart's loser.

"Decora, you can help Professor McGonagall with the two first-year Transfiguration classes in the morning."

Percy gave chase.

"Where is Professor McGonagall?" Decorah was a little confused and asked him to attend the school as soon as the school started.

Not so good.

"Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout went to treat the Whomping Willow, so they didn't have time to attend class."

"Okay, I get it now."

Decorah nodded and asked a few questions about where the first-year Transfiguration class was.

Percy seemed to understand and answered every question.

"Your badge is crooked." Decorah raised her hand to straighten the prefect badge on Percy's chest before letting go.

"Uh……"

"Ha ha…"

Percy scratched his head in embarrassment.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Decorah turned around and headed straight to the first-grade Transfiguration classroom.

When he arrived, the classroom was empty.

After all, it's not class time yet.

Decorah ran to the utility room where tables and chairs were stored, moved out a chair, then dragged it into the classroom and placed it on the steps near the door.

There's no way, he's only a second-year student.

Still short.

I had to move a chair to sit on.

After wiping the chair clean, he sat on it and leaned on the back of the chair to read the deformation textbook.

As the class bell rang.

The first-year students from Gryffindor and Slytherin hurried over and saw Decorah sitting next to the podium. They were all stunned, and then their eyes shone.

Excitedly, he ran to the front seat and sat down.

When the students from both houses were all seated, Decorah raised his head.

"Professor McGonagall, the teacher of the Transfiguration class, is busy and cannot teach you right now."

"So I'm here to teach you this lesson."

As he spoke, he stood up and placed a match on the table for everyone.

This is the most basic course of Transfiguration.

"You try to use the transformation spell on it, mobilize your magic power, hold up the wand and try slowly -"

Decorah spoke softly.

Then he came to Ginny's side as they watched.

Ginny looked a little nervous, and the hand holding her wand was shaking slightly.

"Don't be nervous."

Decorah adjusted the gesture of holding the wand for her and continued: "This is the simplest introductory lesson. You just need to relax and you will succeed in the end."

“So don’t be discouraged by failure.”

"Try it."

With Decorah's encouragement, Ginny took a deep breath.

Then hold your wand over the match and use the Transfiguration Charm.

But nothing changes.

But she did not lose heart, but continued to cast the spell on the match seriously and firmly.

Soon, the match underwent some subtle changes.

The head was pointed.

Like a sharpened match.

"Yes, we are not far from success. Come on."

Decorah praised.

Then he turned around to look at the results of other students.

Seeing Decorah leave, Ginny secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but she always thought Decorah was weird.

I felt very repulsed from being with Decorah.

Although she didn't know why, her subconscious was still telling him to stay away from Decorah.

She didn't know whether to tell her brothers.

Terrified that they wouldn't believe her and thought she was crazy.

But Decorah is weird, what about Harry? Was she going to tell Harry?

Will Harry...believe her?

This is inexplicable, like a passerby telling you that your biological mother wants to kill you.