HP: Slytherin disguise

It’s half past five on Saturday morning.

Decorah was pulled up from the bed while he was still sleeping, his face full of confusion.

Marcus Flint stood beside the bed.

Looking at him.

"How did you get in?" Decorah was still a little confused.

"Your door wasn't closed at all. I thought you were awake and came in. Also, your bedroom door wasn't closed either."

"is it?"

Decorah sat on the bed and ran his hands through his disheveled hair.

"That's not right. Why are you looking for me when you're up so late at night?"

"It's already half past five in the morning!"

"That's still early!"

"..."

"We agreed to have Quidditch training on weekends."

"But it's only five o'clock."

"..."

Marcus Flint was speechless.

"Decora, everyone is waiting for you. They are all changed and ready."

"You... better wash up quickly..."

"Oh..." Decorah reluctantly opened the quilt, put on her shoes, and walked to the bathroom.

It's good to wash up in a daze.

Decorah was dragged to Slytherin's locker room to change into training clothes.

He followed a group of people carrying broomsticks to the playground.

Although it's still early, there are already Quidditch members from other houses training in the stadium.

"Flint!!"

A loud roar spread, frightening Decorah.

Only then did he wake up, and he was already standing on the Quidditch training ground.

"This is our training time! We woke up early in the morning just for this, please come out!"

The captain of the Gryffindor team, Oliver Wood, came over.

There was an angry look on his face.

Behind him, the team members quickly approached.

The six team members are Harry, George, and Fred, and there are three female team members, Aaliyah, Angelina, and Katie.

Facing the angry Wood, Flint said with a sly smile: "This place is huge! Wood!"

The members of the Slytherin team all glanced sideways at Wood and others.

"But I booked the stadium! I booked it!" Wood's voice was fierce.

"Oh, sorry."

"I have a special note from Professor Snape. I, Professor Snape, allow the Slytherin team to train on the Quidditch pitch to train their new Seeker."

Flint held up the note proudly.

Looking at Wood provocatively.

"You have found a new Seeker? So what?" Wood's attention was diverted. He felt that Slytherin didn't have many talented people, so who could he find?

"Here it is."

Decorah, who was behind the six tall members of Slytherin, was exposed.

He is only in second grade.

So he seemed out of place among a group of tall people.

"Harry..."

Yawned.

Decorah raised her hand to say hello to Harry, then walked straight over and hugged Harry.

The members of both teams showed silent expressions.

Good guy, both teams are getting arrogant, but you two are still holding on to each other.

"Your hair is messed up."

Harry raised his hand to tidy up Decorah's hair.

"It's like that, it can't be pressed down without applying hair oil..." Decorah hugged Harry, wishing she could hang on him.

Opening his mouth, Wood didn't know what to say.

But Flint didn't think so. He looked at the Sweeping Five Stars in George and Fred's hands and laughed without hesitation: "Use them to sweep the floor!"

Suddenly, all the Slytherin members laughed.

"You can come and stay at my house next vacation."

The two teams were noisy.

He didn't disturb the two people behind the Gryffindor team.

"You won't disturb Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, will you?" Harry hesitated.

He was afraid of moving in rashly.

It would disturb others, so I didn’t dare to agree directly.

"No, I can tell them in advance."

"Besides, my father is not at home often. He is very busy, so I can't disturb him."

"My mother is more easy-going and I won't disturb her."

"Don't worry!"

Decorah's fair chin rested on Harry's chest, and she looked at him with her big gray-blue eyes.

"That's really great." Harry was a little excited.

In this way, I can be with Decorah again.

"Hmm~."

The two hugged each other and had no intention of separating.

Until a sharp quarrel came.

I don't know when, Ron and Hermione also came, probably because Flint mocked George and the two of them.

Ron rushed forward angrily.

But it was knocked away by a green light.

It rolled on the ground a few times and then started spitting out shiny slugs.

Flint and the Slytherins laughed so hard that they almost couldn't stand up straight.

The Gryffindors gathered around Ron.

But no one seemed willing to touch him.

"Harry!! We have to send him to Hagrid!"

"This is the closest to Hagrid!"

Hermione became anxious and looked at the two people behind her.

Decorah followed Harry to Ron's side.

Hermione mustered up the courage, and together with Harry, she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him up.

"What's wrong, Harry! What's wrong with him? Is he sick? But you can cure him, right?"

at this time.

Colin ran over, his face full of excitement and excitement, and he raised his camera and was ready to take pictures.

But the next second.

His hair was grabbed and pulled back forcefully.

Almost instantly, Colin was dragged to the ground.

Decorah raised her foot and kicked him in the stomach several times, then snatched his camera and threw it into the distance.

"give me back!"

Colin still yelled, he was holding his stomach and was about to get up.

But soon, he was kicked to the ground again.

His eyes became colder and colder as Decorah stepped on his hand with his shoes and rubbed hard.

Until Colin screamed and blood flowed down the soles of his shoes.

roll! "

Moving his feet away, Decorah didn't forget to kick him.

Colin got up and ran away, covering his bloody hands. As he ran, he picked up the camera that had been thrown out and continued running.

This sudden change.

It frightened everyone directly.

Hermione and Harry dragged Ron, who continued to spit out slugs, unable to move even half a step.

Wood and the team members next to him looked at each other and withdrew their gazes in tacit agreement.

"Aren't you going to find Hagrid?"

"Hurry up!"

It wasn't until Decorah reminded her that the two of them realized what they were doing and quickly pulled Ron out.

Decorah dropped her broomstick and followed.

Team members are missing.

This Quidditch training couldn't be carried out at all. People from both teams gave each other a hard look and then left.

The three of them took Ron and ran toward the Forbidden Forest.

During this period, Decorah gave Ron a rare word of comfort.

Although Ron was spitting out slugs and felt terribly uncomfortable, after hearing Decorah's comfort, he also started running without the help of Harry and Hermione.

"Decora, that man's hand..."

Hermione was actually a little scared when she thought of that man's miserable condition.

"It's just a skin injury, no broken bones. It's a lesson to him. It's not polite to secretly photograph people."

An understatement, without any shame.

But neither Hermione nor Harry thought it was a big deal.

Mainly because this week, Colin has been following them and being afraid.

Hermione and Ron both mentioned him a few times.

But Colin wouldn't listen.

Now it seems that there is a reason why Colin did not dare to block Decorah from filming.