HP: Slytherin disguise

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This makes Decorah wonder whether the mysterious book is guiding his choices.

He now wanted to open the mystery book.

But can't.

The dinner party had just started not long ago.

"Harry! Why are you staring at him?" Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry, looked shocked.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked at Hermione, holding a chicken drumstick in each hand, and asked vaguely.

"He said Hermione was a Mudblood!"

Neville interjected.

"Oh, Merlin, it's impossible!!" Ron exclaimed and retorted.

"Absolutely impossible, how could it be possible?"

"Are you kidding? How could he say Hermione is a mudblood? Have you met?"

"No! He said it!" Neville shouted and explained: "I met him when I was looking for toads! Hermione accompanied me to ask, and there was a girl inside who said we had contaminated the box. Out of the air, he said Hermione was a Muggle-born and that she was a Mudblood!"

"That's enough Neville, stop talking!"

Hermione said suddenly, raising her hand to rub her nose.

Ron and Neville looked at each other, neither daring to speak anymore.

Harry, on the other hand, withdrew his gaze without warning. He looked at Hermione seriously and said, "I don't think Decorah would say that."

“He’s always been an active peer.”

"I met him in Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was willing to make friends with me and tell me some things I didn't know."

With that said, Harry stopped again.

He also didn't think Hermione and Neville would lie.

Harry lowered his head in annoyance.

"Maybe you should get to know each other, this must be a misunderstanding!"

Ron suggested, and the three of them turned to look at him. Ron's eyes widened and he shrank his neck in fear.

"That's a good suggestion!" Harry agreed, and Neville shrugged and thought it made sense.

He didn't think Decorah Malfoy was too much, because he wanted to see his toad and didn't dislike his toad.

"As you wish." Hermione looked down at the food in front of her.

Slytherin table.

"I think you should eat something." Theodore suggested, looking at Decorah who was lying motionless on the table.

"But I have no appetite." Decorah turned his buried face away.

Decorah's gray-blue eyes were hazy and looked a little moist. He looked at each other and then withdrew his gaze.

"You can eat a strawberry to whet your appetite."

Theodore handed a strawberry to his mouth. Decorah hesitated for a moment, but finally ate it.

The strawberries were a little sour, which made him frown.

"You're right, my appetite is much better." Decorah sat up straight and rubbed his face.

On the other side of him, Goyle and Crabbe were eating hazelnuts and pudding and jelly in front of them.

"Apple pie, you're going to love it."

Theodore pushed a plate of apple pie in front of him.

"How do you know? I love food with apples."

Decorah took a bite and thought it tasted great.

"I see you like apples very much."

"Of course, especially the green apples."

When the two of them talked, they seemed to be particularly in tune with each other.

After wiping his hands clean, Decorah frowned slightly and turned to look at the teacher's desk.

there.

A man with a scarf on his head and a scarf on his shoulders was staring at him.

The two looked at each other. Next to this person was a teacher with greasy hair, a hooked nose, and a sallow complexion.

As if feeling the two people's gazes on each other, the teacher with greasy hair also looked over.

The three of them looked at each other.

Suddenly, strong and intense curiosity surged into Decorah's heart.

That scarf around the head.

and long black greasy hair that made Decorah want to ask them why.

Especially the teacher with a hooked nose and dressed in black.

He wanted to go up to him and ask him if he never washed his hair.

"The one with the scarf on his head is Professor Quirrell, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the one with black hair is Snape, the Head of Slytherin."

Theodore, who was next to him, also cast his eyes on that man and gave him some information.

"Oh, my God."

"Does he never wash his hair?"

Decorah looked back at Theodore with confusion on his face.

Theodore was silent for a long time, looked at the curious Decorah, opened his mouth and said, "I think so..."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Decorah's hair, which was covered with hair oil.

The platinum-blonde hair, all combed back, was extremely neat and smeared with thick hair oil. It looked extremely smooth. Under the candlelight, it was golden and shining.

"I washed my hair! I just put some hair oil on it!!"

Decorah screamed softly and raised her hands to cover her hair.

Theodore glanced at Snape's greasy black hair behind the teacher's desk, and then at the thick hair oil on Decorah's head.

In contrast, there is no difference between Zhong Bo.

"Yes, it is indeed 'a' point..."

He nodded, a smile on his face.

"You lied! You didn't believe it at all!" Decorah was a little angry, wiped his hair with his hand, and stretched it out, "It's not much at all!"

next second.

Decorah was silent.

On his hands, hair oil had a greasy sheen.

He hurriedly hid his hands under the table, his pale face turning pale red.

He felt Theodore suppressing a smile beside him.

Decorah's eyes were red, and he lay on the table again, burying his face in his arms.

"I need to tell my dad!"

he shouted angrily.

Theodore panicked when he realized he was in trouble.

He felt a dozen probing and doubtful looks coming from beside him, and he hurriedly lowered his head to comfort Decorah.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you!"

"I'm sorry, I just feel... I just want to tell you that maybe Dean's hair is greasy now because he applied hair oil every day when he was young!"

"I think that's it!"

"So I want to tell you out of kindness, you don't want your hair to be greasy in the future, right?"

Seeing that Decorah ignored him, Theodore used local materials and began to make up random things.

"Really?"

Decorah looked up, a little nervous.

He didn't want his hair to be as greasy as that man's in the future.

"It's true! It's absolutely true, I swear to Merlin it's true!"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Theodore continued his deception.

"I believe you for now!" Decorah was a little depressed. He planned to wash his hair after the dinner and no longer apply hair oil.

He was also worried about whether he would become bald.

After all the students had eaten and drank, Dumbledore stood up and talked about the precautions.

It was probably the Forbidden Forest on the school grounds that all students were not allowed to enter, and the administrator, Mr. Filch, also reminded him to tell the students not to perform magic in the corridors during recess.

Quidditch player review will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who want to join the school team should contact Ms. Huo Qi.

Also, if you don't want to encounter unpleasantness and die a painful death, don't enter the corridor on the right.

Immediately afterwards, all the students sang together.

After singing, it's bedtime.

The Slytherin prefect took them out of the auditorium, passed a staircase, and arrived at the Slytherin lounge.

After the prefect guided the girls into another door, he led them into another door with a spiral staircase like a tower.