HP: Slytherin disguise

"Okay, I think you should be able to answer them all without any effort!"

"After all, they all say you are excellent."

"The most talented and promising student at Hogwarts in recent times."

"I think so."

"I heard that a reporter went to interview you at noon. I think if I were there at that time, I would definitely make the headlines!"

"Because I rarely let reporters take photos."

"So when I show up, they're absolutely screaming to film me!"

"Besides, you are not very popular right now. It would be very damaging to your image to let reporters interview you. I think you should be interviewed after a while."

"I have experience and can teach you."

"And you, Harry."

"It's not appropriate to appear in newspapers now. You are still too young!"

Looking at the boastful Professor Lockhart.

Decorah's face slowly turned cold.

"I think you should pay attention to the occasion before saying these words to me."

"I know whether it's suitable or not."

"There is no need for you to tell me what to do, teach me here."

His voice was calm.

But with a touch of coldness.

Professor Lockhart was stunned for a moment and said somewhat uncomfortably: "Classmate Decorah Malfoy, please pay attention to your words and tone!"

"I'm kindly reminding you."

As he spoke, his face trembled slightly.

"First of all, my words are normal. If the professor feels disrespectful, you can tell me what kind of words can make you feel comfortable."

"Besides, I don't need your reminder!"

Decorah stared at Professor Lockhart, his eyes growing colder.

"you!!"

Professor Lockhart felt the glances from the students around him, and his chest rose rapidly with anger.

"Watch your attitude! Decorah Malfoy!"

He shouted angrily.

This made the students who were answering the questions quietly turned around to see what was going on.

Slowly standing up, Decorah curled up into a sneer.

"May I ask Professor Lockhart, what's wrong with my attitude? I'm just telling the truth."

"It's simply rude to interfere in other people's business."

"What's more, I didn't ask you to teach me!"

The two looked at each other, their eyes becoming darker and darker.

"Professor Lockhart, I don't think I need your teaching either."

"And I think you may have misunderstood something!"

Harry stood up, a look of anger on his face.

"What happened to them?" Ron exclaimed in a low voice, and Hermione next to him looked complicated.

"What's your expression?"

"At this time, you don't want to support that, Lockhart!"

Hermione didn't say anything.

Ron thought she was giving up her friend in favor of the professor.

"What nonsense!"

Hermione glared at him, then looked away.

Professor Lockhart smiled reluctantly, knowing that he would be embarrassed if the stalemate continued.

"Come with me to your dean's office after class!"

His tone was a little harsh, and then he turned back to the podium.

"snort--"

Decorah sat down disdainfully, thinking about how to deal with this arrogant Lockhart.

"He's just crazy. He keeps saying things I don't understand. I don't know where he got offended." Harry sat down, feeling a little unhappy.

"It must have knocked the headlines off his newspaper!"

Decorah smiled and returned to his original easy-going attitude.

"I think he will take revenge on us."

"Then sue us to Professor McGonagall and Big Bat!"

Harry pushed up his glasses and guessed.

"Congratulations, you guessed some correctly, but there is no reward."

"Why is there no reward?"

"You still want a reward? You're dreaming..."

"If you don't give it to me, take it yourself!"

Harry laughed out loud and stretched out his hand to ruffle Decorah's hair when he wasn't paying attention.

"My hair is messed up, Harry!" Decorah felt the hair that had become raised and was so angry that she stretched out her hand to mess up Harry's hair.

The classroom is big.

The two of them were sitting in the last corner again.

Tightly covered.

So no one noticed that they were fooling around.

Lockhart didn't seem to want to see Decorah and Harry, so he asked Hermione to collect the papers.

"Why are you at a stalemate with Professor Lockhart?"

Take advantage of the time to collect the test papers.

Hermione asked quietly.

"He said we should not allow reporters to interview us and that it was not appropriate for us to be in the newspaper at this time."

"He actually wants to teach us..."

"I have no idea what he wants to say!"

Harry replied in a low voice, not in a good mood.

"He asked you to follow him to the office after class. Will he punish you? Do you want me to tell Professor Dumbledore? He is simply baffled!"

Hermione said without hesitation.

Among the two, she still chose her friend.

"No need." Harry shook his head.

Hermione wanted to say something, but she had been here for a while and she had to hand in the paper quickly.

"Ron and I will wait for you outside the office after class!"

After saying that, she hugged the paper and left.

Professor Lockhart looked through the papers for a while, gave Hermione full marks, and also praised her a few times, adding ten points to Gryffindor.

Then, he took out a large cage covered with cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now beware, I have been tasked with teaching you to defend yourself against the most evil the wizarding world has ever known!"

"You will face the most horrific things in this classroom."

"But remember, you will not be harmed here."

"But I have to ask you to be quiet."

Lockhart put his hand on it, then pulled it away and said, "Yes, it's the Cornish elf that was just captured!"

Seamus Finnigan couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" Lockhart smiled.

"Well, they're not dangerous... uh... they're not very dangerous, right?" Seamus Finnigan laughed so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.

"Don't be so sure, they may be as cunning as the devil!"

Lockhart was annoyed.

These elves are livid, about eight feet tall, with pointed faces and extremely shrill throats. They make loud noises and make faces while lying on their cages.

"Well, let's see how you deal with them!" Lockhart shouted, then yanked open the cage.

Almost instantly.

These elves rushed out, charging randomly, and two of them grabbed Neville's ears and lifted him up.

Some of them rushed out of the window and sprinkled the glass all over the floor in the back row of the classroom. The remaining elves wreaked havoc, tearing up all the students' books, grabbing ink bottles and splashing them in the class. All the pictures on the wall were torn to pieces.

The students were so frightened that they screamed.

Huddled under the table.

Lockhart then raised his wand, waved it and shouted, "Peschi Pixi Pesternomi!"

Under the eyes of all expectations.

Nothing happened.

Instead, an elf flew over, grabbed the wand from his hand, and threw it out of the classroom.

Lockhart took a breath and ducked under the podium table.

"idiot!"

Decorah raised his wand and almost instantly knocked away the destructive elves, and then fell to the ground unable to move.

It's okay.

The students then got out from under the table one after another.

Then you look at me and I look at you.

Finally, they all looked at the bottom of the podium table.