HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 86 Reporter Interview

"Don't be in a daze."

Passing by Ginny who was in a daze, Decorah said lightly.

Then return to the podium and sit down on the chair.

Continue to pick up the transfiguration textbook and read it.

Ginny was startled and broke into a cold sweat.

Her heart tightened, and she knew that Decorah was not who he seemed.

Is it a disguise?

She subconsciously raised her head and looked at Decorah, who had been staring at her. Those gray-blue eyes were extremely gloomy, like a black vortex, holding her firmly in place.

Decorah looked at each other for a moment, then lowered his head to read.

"Ginny, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The students next to Ginny saw her face pale and asked with concern.

"I'm fine..."

Ginny shook her head, indicating that she was fine.

Halfway through the class, a student turned a match into a half-finished needle.

The upper half is a needle and the lower half is a match.

Although somewhat funny.

But there was no reason to laugh. After all, they had successfully conjured it up, even if it was a semi-finished product.

Decorah gave some easy-going compliments.

The student almost jumped with joy.

It wasn't until the end of get out of class that the group of students stood up with sighs, some happy and some sad.

"Goodbye, prefect!"

Some students also crowded over and said goodbye to Decorah one by one.

Those who don’t know think that they will never see it again.

Although speechless, Decorah still smiled and replied.

Wait until everyone is gone.

He planned to get up and go back to the dormitory to rest for a while.

"Decora?"

Harry's voice came, and he looked up in surprise and saw Harry walking in.

"I heard from Percy that you were teaching first years."

"I'm coming to find you."

"Oh, I'm so bored. Fortunately, you came to see me!" Decorah stood up, hugged Harry for a while, then let go, and complained about how boring class was.

“I thought teaching was fun.”

Harry scratched his head. He used to think that being a teacher was great, but now it seems that it is very tiring.

"It's not interesting at all..."

"By the way, what class did you take today?"

"Herbology class."

"Oh, I remember Gryffindor and Slytherin had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon."

"Can you sit with me?"

"of course can!"

Decorah and Harry chatted in the classroom.

Until the school bell rings.

"Remember to wait for me after class and let's go to the auditorium together!"

Looking at Harry who was going back to class, Decorah shouted.

"Okay!" Harry shouted back.

The second period is the Transfiguration class for Hufflepuff and Raklawen.

Decorah followed the procedure.

Carefully teach them to turn matches into needles, and praise them from time to time.

But in fact, his thoughts had already drifted away.

Finally, it was almost time for get out of class to end.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Harry quietly hiding at the door.

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

Decorah stood up and walked out, pulling Harry towards the auditorium.

"Did you skip class early?"

"No, the professor is not here, so I will come early to wait for you during the self-study class. It doesn't count as skipping class..."

"Well...it really doesn't count..."

Decorah felt that there was no teacher in class, and running out really didn't count as... uh... skipping class.

The two of them hadn't walked for a while when the bell rang.

Then the sound of running came.

A group of hungry students headed straight to the auditorium.

"Are you running so fast in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Feeling the strong wind coming from his side, Decola was really afraid that he would be hit.

"Don't worry, they can't hit you."

Harry saw his concern and said with a smile.

But next second.

A few students who were running around and making trouble ran straight into him. They obviously didn't notice the two people walking slowly in front of them.

With exclamations sounded.

The corridor instantly became chaotic, and Decorah was knocked to the ground. Before he could react, someone fell on him.

"Decora!"

Harry hurriedly got up from the ground, ignoring the pain and forcefully pulling away from the student who was pressing on Decorah.

"Crow's mouth..." Decorah grinned in pain and complained in passing.

After being pulled up.

Decorah pulled up the trousers with his hands. There were bruises and scrapes on the knees of his fair calves.

"Why are you guys running so fast!"

"Can't you read the road!?"

He looked angrily at the students who knocked them down.

Oh, it's a freshman.

Seeing their guilty faces, the anger on Decorah's face disappeared instantly, and he asked gently: "It's easy to fall if you run so fast."

"Be more careful next time."

"Are you injured?"

"Let me take you to the infirmary for a checkup."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry, Prefect!"

"We shouldn't be running so fast without looking at the road!"

"sorry!"

When several students saw Decorah, they immediately paid attention to whether they were injured, and felt extremely guilty for a moment.

Apologize quickly.

"It's okay, just be more careful next time."

"If you're not hurt, just go to the auditorium and have lunch."

Decorah straightened their messy robes, smiled and watched them leave with their heads lowered and blushing.

"Ow~"

Seeing that everyone was gone, Decorah covered his knees and howled miserably.

"Goosegoose, do you want to go to the infirmary? Dear prefect~"

Harry laughed, supported him and asked in the tone of those students, holding his throat.

"Go aside!"

Decorah curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

The two of them walked into the auditorium slowly and waited for Decorah to sit back down.

Then it was discovered that neither Pansy nor Theodore came.

"Aren't these people hungry?"

He looked confused.

But he still ate on his own.

The pudding at noon was delicious, and it also had sliced ​​apples. Decorah had no resistance to apples.

So for a meal, I almost always eat sliced ​​apples.

With a 'click' sound.

Decorah was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

He saw a middle-aged man holding a camera facing him. Next to the middle-aged man, there were two young men and women.

They held interview equipment in their hands.

Seeing that the middle-aged man wanted to continue taking pictures, Decola hurriedly raised his hand and made a gesture in front of him.

A bright and lovely smile instantly appeared on her delicate face.

There was a clicking sound.

The middle-aged man put down the camera, came over and shook hands with Decorah, and said excitedly: "Thank you for your cooperation, I really appreciate it!"

"We will carefully accompany the text!"

"Thank you!"

He held Decorah's hand and kept thanking her.

It wasn't until the two young men and women reminded him that the middle-aged man let go.

"We are reporters from the Wizarding World, Prophet News Agency!"

"First of all, I'm sorry for filming without your knowledge, and thank you for your cooperation!"

"My name is Darren Smith and these two are my assistants."

"Excuse me, can I interview you with a few questions?"

"Of course." Decorah nodded directly in agreement. Upon hearing this, the two assistants quickly set up the video head.

Darren Smith excitedly walked into the camera and started asking.

"Now the outside world is very curious about why you are so good. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Decorah thought for a moment, then opened his big gray-blue eyes and said, "Maybe it's genetic."

"So, did you and Mr. Harry Potter meet in Sorting or in class?"

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