HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 90 “He is still a child~”——Dumbledore

Wait until it's time for dinner.

The second year students started talking about the terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The newly purchased books were torn.

Even the schoolbags were thrown away, and it could be said that there was no grass. When they went back to clean up, there was nothing.

They are all too rotten to watch.

At the guest of honor table.

Lockhart could clearly feel the strange looks cast by the students, which also contained resentment and hatred.

Of course, Ron's eyes were the most obvious.

"I think it would be a disaster for a student who doesn't respect his teacher to be a prefect!"

"Today's students don't listen to their teachers at all."

"So, I suggest..."

"He respects any teacher. Why doesn't he respect you? You should look for problems within yourself."

Snape interrupted Lockhart, his eyes cold.

Lockhart was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I know he is your student, but you can't shield him just because of this, right?"

"I'm just admonishing and giving him guidance."

"It's not like I'm blaming him."

"So what are you admonishing and instructing him?!" Snape looked at him, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

"I……"

Lockhart was speechless.

Nothing he said had anything to do with studying, so he couldn't say it at all.

"Actually, Decorah knows more than you!"

Snape said coldly and stopped talking to Lockhart.

"Oh, stop making noise."

"I can't guarantee that I won't be heard by the students for a while." Dumbledore began to smooth things over.

He still had a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing that Snape ignored him, Dumbledore looked at Lockhart and said with a smile: "Decora is still a child, how can you argue with him as a teacher?"

"He is still a child~"

"Child, it's okay to be naughty. Just don't make trouble."

"It's just a little thing, don't bring it to light."

"Moreover, his appointment as prefect was approved by all the professors."

“So far, no professor has given me feedback on what Decorah did poorly.”

As he spoke, Dumbledore blinked.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

The meaning is obvious. He is a child, but you are a professor, and you are still arguing with a child. Besides, are you talking about this nonsense? All our professors agree that he should serve as prefect. Since he took office, no one has said that he can't do it. Why do you have so many things to do? Is it because we have poor vision?

"Child? He...!!"

Lockhart exclaimed anxiously.

But soon he realized that he had lost his composure and quickly shut his mouth, but his face was still blue and purple.

"Ahem, well, you don't have to be so loud."

Professor McGonagall coughed a few times and signaled Lockhart to be quiet.

Opening his mouth, Lockhart felt isolated for the first time.

You must know that in the past, no matter where he went, he was sought after by thousands of people.

A group of people asked him for his autograph.

Now, to be so wronged is simply...

However, there is no way.

He has to endure it!

After all, there is no one he can beat here.

Decorah looked up and caught Lockhart's eyes.

The latter was looking at him with resentment in his eyes.

Although he didn't know why this guy fell in love with him again, he rolled his eyes and looked back.

"He dared to cheat on me. All students nowadays are like this..."

Seeing that Decorah was treating him openly, Lockhart hurriedly raised his finger and pointed at Decorah.

But the words are not finished yet.

His hand was held down by Snape.

"Professor Lockhart, I think you should quiet down, he is still a child."

Professor McGonagall looked at Lockhart and began to persuade him earnestly.

Looking at it this way, Lockhart seemed like a petty teacher who was determined to catch the students he hated.

"I..." Lockhart gritted his teeth and held back the words.

If he continues talking, he will probably be considered crazy.

Snape withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes without leaving any trace.

Lockhart could only stare at Decorah resentfully.

I was thinking about how to teach this ignorant student a lesson.

And Decorah seemed to do it on purpose.

Chatting with Pansy and the others with a bright smile, and letting out crisp laughter from time to time.

For Lockhart, this was torture.

finally.

Holding back his anger, he stood up and left the auditorium.

Do you dare to fight with him in this position? Decorah glanced at Lockhart's leaving figure with disdain.

Wait until dinner is over.

Decorah left the auditorium directly, came to the fifth floor, and opened the office door.

He plans to practice swordsmanship and is resting.

As soon as he took off his robe and put it on the chair, there was a knock on the door.

Although he didn't know who would come looking for him.

But Decorah walked over and opened the door.

Marcus Flint was standing outside the door, his burly body extremely strong.

"Can I come in?"

"of course can."

After Decorah let Marcus Flint into the office, he closed the door.

"I think you are so good at Quidditch that you should join Slytherin's Quidditch team."

"I have obtained the dean's consent for this matter."

"If there is no problem, we can start training during the weekend."

"Of course, the premise is that you agree to join the team."

With that said, Marcus Flint sat on the sofa and smiled.

"Um…"

Decorah leaned against the table and thought for a moment.

He didn't rush to agree.

Logically speaking, since he didn't ask his father to give them the new broomstick Nimbus 2000, he shouldn't have asked him to join the Quidditch team.

But this seems to have changed?

The thought of meeting Harry on the field in the future gave him a headache.

It's not that he's being pretentious.

But he really didn't want to confront Harry in any way.

Even if it's just a Quidditch match.

But thinking about it carefully, Decorah felt relieved again. Dumbledore also said that just let him be a normal student.

How can any normal student not want to join the Quidditch team?

Just let nature take its course.

"This is great news, how could I refuse to join the team?"

Decorah agreed.

"I plan to let you be the seeker, and we can just play around you. The main reason is that you know a lot about broomsticks and are very skilled at it."

"Of course, this was done with the input of all team members."

"In this case, let's start training during the weekend."

"First fight and cooperate."

Marcus Flint stood up, chatted with Decorah for a few more words, and then left.

Seeing that the person was gone, Decorah pulled out the fixed knife. He hadn't touched it for a long time, but it was still very familiar and didn't feel unfamiliar at all.

Think of this.

Decorah suddenly thought of Shuling again.

Ok.

He had integrated into life and simply forgot all about it.

When he lifted up his sleeves, he found that the pattern was obviously much brighter.

【I found that you have a bad memory】

[Fortunately, I am attached to you, otherwise by the time you donate blood, I will be gone]

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"The main reason is that my life is calm without any major shocks. I really can't think of you."

"You don't mind, do you?"

【I am very concerned and a little angry】

[You must always remember me from now on]