HP: Slytherin disguise

Harry quickly raised his hand to catch the thrown pillow.

He said cautiously: "That..."

"Do not talk to me!"

Decorah was so angry that she didn't want to talk to this idiot at all.

He just lay down.

He turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt.

Scratching his head, Harry's face began to turn red, and now he realized how stupid and stupid he was.

Just to be able to come in and see Decorah.

He fell directly to the bottom of the stairs and successfully broke his left leg.

Now, he finally got his wish.

Not only can we see each other, but we can also sleep together in the infirmary at night.

Although she was angry, Decorah felt more distressed.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have saved Harry.

It would be great if only one person breaks his bones.

At last.

Decorah ignored Harry.

The two lay on the hospital bed talking about the Chamber of Secrets and the Slytherin heir.

Waited all night.

Madam Pomfrey came and urged them to go to bed, and then put out all the candles.

Moonlight shines through the window.

Sprinkled on Decorah's pale and delicate face, it cast a shadow under the curled eyelashes.

Looking at the sleeping Decorah.

Harry looked more and more fascinated.

He raised his hand and gently held the rabbit pendant that had been hanging around his neck.

Friends, best friends, friends forever.

Harry felt lucky to be friends with Decorah.

Harry smiled at the thought that they were best friends, that they would be best friends, friends that would never be divided.

Just when he was in a trance.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore, wearing a woolen dressing gown and a nightcap, retreated into the infirmary. He seemed to be carrying something like a sculpture.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall also walked in, lifting the foot of what looked like a sculpture.

The two carried the object to the bed on the other side of Decorah.

"Go get Madam Pomfrey."

Dumbledore whispered.

Professor McGonagall hurried past Harry's bed without any hesitation.

Then, there was the sound of conversation.

Immediately afterwards, Madam Pomfrey followed Professor McGonagall in quickly, and Harry was so frightened that he quickly pretended to sleep.

"Oh my God, what's going on?"

Madam Pomfrey exclaimed softly.

"Another attack. Professor McGonagall found him on the stairs. There were some grapes next to him. He probably came to see Harry secretly." Dumbledore looked solemn.

When Harry heard this, he seemed to be thinking of someone.

He raised his body slightly and turned to look over.

On that hospital bed, there lay a sculpture with a wide mouth and glaring eyes. He put his hands on his chest and held up his camera that never left his body. It was Colin!

"Petrified?"

"Yes, I shudder just thinking about it. Fortunately, Albus went downstairs to bring hot chocolate. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened..."

Professor McGonagall frowned and became more serious.

The three of them stared at Colin carefully.

As if he wanted to find some clues, until Dumbledore reached out and took out the camera from Colin's hand and pried open the back cover of the camera.

A burst of heat came out.

The smell of burning was pervasive.

"It's melting! It's melting... It's completely melted!"

Madam Pomfrey looked shocked.

"What does this mean? Albus!" Professor McGonagall was extremely anxious.

Harry pricked up his ears, ready to listen carefully.

"This means that the secret room has been opened... Maybe you should throw away the camera that smells like burning. It smells really pungent."

at this time.

A sudden sound sounded.

Harry was startled because it was Decorah who spoke!

And, said Decorah, the chamber of secrets was opened!

Why did Decorah know that the secret room had been opened? And...he knows that the Chamber of Secrets is real!

What made him most unbelievable was that Decorah's tone was very calm, showing no signs of timidity when facing the three Dumbledores.

Something is very wrong!

Something is very wrong.

Harry closed his eyes tightly and his heart beat faster, fearing that he would be caught pretending to sleep and eavesdropping.

Looking at Decorah sitting up, Madam Pomfrey was frightened and her eyes widened with disbelief on her face.

Even Professor McGonagall was shocked.

What was surprising was that Decorah suddenly woke up and heard their conversation.

What surprised them was the first half of what Decorah said.

'This means the secret room has been opened'!

Why did Decorah say that? Why do you know the secret room!

"Oh, I'm sorry, it does sound a little pungent."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's serious face, and his voice became lively and soft. He directly cast a spell on the camera, and the camera stopped emitting a pungent smell.

After rubbing his temples, Decorah lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on his slippers and came to the side of the three of them.

"I knew he would be next."

Decorah looked at the hard and petrified Colin, with a faint smile on his face.

"Naughty children always get into trouble, so wandering around during curfew time is very dangerous." Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. It was understandable that he would be petrified if he ran out in the middle of the night without sleeping.

Professor McGonagall looked at the two people talking calmly and did not interrupt, although she was now extremely shocked and confused.

"Ms. Pomfrey, please go back first."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Ms. Pomfrey nodded and hurriedly left here.

"What's going on? Albus!"

Seeing Madam Pomfrey leaving, Professor McGonagall asked.

What she asked was what happened to Decorah and him.

"How should I put it? Minerva..."

"I guess I have to tell you, don't think of Decorah as a child."

"He's just like us."

"I can't explain it clearly for a while. I will explain it to you slowly later."

Dumbledore felt that it was a waste of time to talk about this now.

The reasons are long.

He would have to tell Professor McGonagall sometime.

Professor McGonagall looked at Decorah with a complicated expression. She knew what Dumbledore's words 'he is just like us' meant.

"You'd better go back. I'll have Madam Pomfrey cover this stupid... poor man's bed later."

"As we continue chatting, Harry will probably wake up."

Raising her hand and patting Colin's petrified face, Decorah raised her head and said.

"Then we'll leave first."

Dumbledore nodded, and then he and Professor McGonagall turned and left the infirmary.

Wait until everyone is gone.

Decorah limped off to find Madam Pomfrey.

Taking this opportunity, Harry got up and ran barefoot to Colin's bedside. Seeing Colin who was petrified like Mrs. Norris, Harry felt more and more anxious.

"Why would Decorah know..."

"What is the relationship between Professor Dumbledore and Decorah? Why do they get along like this..."

"what happened…"

Harry was surrounded by a hundred thousand whys.

Hearing two footsteps, Harry ran back to the hospital bed in panic, then quickly lay down and pretended to sleep.

He didn't choose to ask Decorah directly.

Because he overheard all this, if he asked rashly, Decorah would never tell him.

Madam Pomfrey came over holding a long curtain.

I started changing it directly.

Cover Colin's bed tightly.

After Madam Pomfrey left, Harry heard Decorah whisper something beside Colin's bed.

Then he returned to the hospital bed and lay down.