HP: Slytherin disguise

After all, they just seem to be more entangled.

When they were about twenty steps away from Hagrid's wooden house, the door suddenly opened.

It wasn't Hagrid who came out.

It was Gilderoy Lockhart who was wearing an extremely light lavender robe.

"Hide." Harry reminded in a low voice, and the four of them hurriedly hid behind the nearest bush. Although Hermione followed, she looked a little reluctant.

Maybe she didn't understand why she was hiding.

"It must be easy to do if you know how to do it."

Lockhart shouted loudly to Hagrid in the cabin.

"If you need any help, just come to me for help, you should know where I am!"

"I will give you a book written by me. I am surprised that you don't have a book written by me, but it doesn't matter. I will sign my name and send it over tonight. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Lockhart strode towards the castle.

After Lockhart left, several people came out and dragged Ron, who was still spitting out slugs, to the wooden door.

Decorah stepped forward and knocked hard on the door.

"Hagrid!"

He shouted, and the door that he had not planned to open was opened instantly.

A smile appeared on Hagrid's face.

"I thought Professor Lockhart was back. Are you here to see me?"

Decorah pointed to Ron who was being supported behind him and said, "Yes, we brought this poor guy to see you."

"Oh, come in! Come in!"

Seeing Ron spitting out slugs, Hagrid quickly let a few people into the room.

Cross the threshold.

Several people walked into the wooden house. Just like last time, there was a big bed in the corner, and the fire in the other corner was crackling, burning a medium-sized fire.

Harry helped Ron onto a chair and began to talk about Ron's case of vomiting slugs.

However, it can be seen that Hagrid is not worried.

"It's much better to spit it out than swallow it!" Hagrid found a large copper basin, handed it to Ron and continued: "Spit them all out, Ron."

"I guess there's nothing we can do except for them to stop on their own."

Hermione looked worried at Ron who continued to spit out slugs.

"Even under the best of circumstances, that's a difficult spell to cast with a broken wand..."

Decorah didn't listen to their conversation.

Instead, he followed Hagrid and watched him busy making tea for them.

Hagrid seemed happy for Decorah to follow him around.

The smile on his face is particularly obvious.

"What are Lockhart doing here? Hagrid." Harry asked as he scratched Fang's ears. He didn't notice Fang grinning and drooling on his robes.

"He's here to teach me how to prevent the water monster from getting into the well!"

Hagrid was a little aggrieved. He took the half-plucked rooster away from the table and put a teapot on it. "He said it as if I didn't know. He also bragged to me about how he could drive away female ghosts. If any of this is true, Yes, I just ate the teapot!"

"You should never be able to eat this teapot."

Decorah reached for the treacle toffee that Hagrid was holding.

Hagrid grabbed a large handful and stuffed it into him.

But Harry was a little shocked, because Hagrid would never criticize the teachers at Hogwarts.

"I think you are being unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he is the most suitable candidate..."

Hermione suddenly spoke.

Ron, who was still vomiting next to her, patted her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that..." Hermione reacted and apologized.

She almost forgot what happened a few days ago.

"It's okay, I just want to say that it's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now. Everyone thinks it's unlucky, and no one lasts long!"

Hagrid paid no attention to Hermione's retort.

Instead, he turned to look at Ron and asked, "Who cast the spell on him?"

"Flint laughed at George and Fred's broomstick, and Ron went up to argue with them, but the other party took action directly. I think it was Flint who cast the curse."

Harry was a little angry and chewed the syrup toffee hard, seeming to vent his anger.

"Oh, that's terrible!" Hagrid frowned, hating such words that made fun of others.

"This candy is so sticky!"

Decorah opened his teeth and found that his upper and lower teeth were almost glued together.

"You should drink some tea." Hagrid quickly handed over a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

Decorah took it and drank it slowly.

Smiling, Hagrid seemed to suddenly think of something. He looked at Harry and said, "By the way, Harry, I heard that you are sending out signed photos. Why didn't I get them?"

Harry opened his gummed teeth and said excitedly: "I didn't want to send out signed photos!"

"It's Lockhart who's spreading this rumor!"

Seeing how excited Harry was, Hagrid laughed.

"I'm joking!"

"I know you haven't. I told Lockhart you don't need to do that. You can be more famous than him without having to bother."

"By the way, I saw today's headlines too!"

"You really don't have to worry about it at all."

Harry laughed and said, "I'm sure he won't be happy to hear that!"

"I guess he wasn't too happy about it, so I told him I hadn't read his book and he decided to leave."

"Would you like some treacle toffee? Ron."

"No, thank you." Ron said weakly, and then continued to retching.

Decorah walked around the wooden house, looking left and right curiously, as if everything was new.

"Your bed looks so interesting!" he said, his eyes sparkling.

Hagrid's bed is huge.

It's almost possible to build a smaller room on it.

"Really?" Hagrid didn't expect that Decorah would find his bed interesting, so he also looked over it, but looking left and right he didn't find anything interesting.

"Can I lie down for a while?"

Decorah turned back, her delicate little face full of curiosity.

"Of course!"

Hagrid agreed hastily.

After getting permission, Decorah climbed directly onto the bed and rolled around on it, amusing himself.

Hagrid giggled as he watched.

Harry's Hermione also turned her head and looked at Decorah who was having a great time.

Watch and drink tea.

After Ron was tired of vomiting, he rinsed his mouth, holding his belly and looking pale.

Wait until everyone has finished drinking.

Hagrid stood up and said, "I'll take you to see what I've grown."

"What?" Decorah was the first to ask, full of curiosity.

Although I don’t know why Decorah is curious about everything.

But Harry and the others didn't care either.

"The Great Pumpkin!"

Hagrid straightened up proudly.

This made Decorah instantly interested and climbed out of the big bed.

Pulling Hagrid's clothes to see.

"Follow up, kids."

He led a few people to the vegetable field behind the hut.

What came into view were twelve large pumpkins. They were very big, as tall as half a person, and they seemed to have mutated.

"Are they the big pumpkins used at the Halloween party?"

Decorah ran over, stretched out her white hand and touched it.

"Of course! They will be big enough by then!" Hagrid laughed happily.

"What did you fertilize them with?"

Harry couldn't believe it and didn't doubt whether it was magic.

"Hehe, I gave them a little help...a ​​little help! How should I put it? Just a little help." Hagrid looked around to see if there was anyone else before speaking.