HP: Slytherin disguise

When Decorah was called to the principal's office, he was chatting with Harry and the others in the corridor.

Although I don't know what happened.

But Decorah went with Professor McGonagall anyway.

The three Harrys looked at each other, all showing nervous expressions.

They did tell Dumbledore.

They didn't know what Dumbledore would say about Decorah, but if they could make Decorah correct, they felt it was worth it.

Although it is not a good behavior to complain.

Inside the office.

Facing the smiling Dumbledore, a look of caution appeared on Decorah's face.

"Sit down, don't be nervous."

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Decorah to sit down.

Slowly sitting down, Decorah turned around and looked away, leaving the door that Professor McGonagall had not forgotten to close.

"Don't be so nervous, I just want to talk to you."

"What to talk about?"

"Let's talk about your bullying of other students."

"Really? How did you know?"

"Someone came to me and said it."

"Who?"

"can not say."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"you guess!"

"... "

Curling her lips, Decorah put her hands on her legs, sitting obediently and looking at Dumbledore.

"..." Dumbledore was unable to say anything critical for a moment.

"It's wrong to bully your classmates. I hope you can change your ways and be a new person!"

"Clam?"

Decorah's face showed a look of silence, and then became a little angry.

"I didn't mean that...kid!"

"I'm talking about rethinking..."

Dumbledore tried hard to explain what he said wrongly. He could only blame himself for being distracted for a moment and letting the word blurt out.

"Haha..." Decorah smiled reluctantly.

"I will reflect on myself, but I just had a snowball fight with him and didn't do anything extraordinary."

"This isn't bullying."

Decorah did not think that his behavior was bullying his classmates.

If he was really being bullied, he would definitely bully his classmates by throwing Avada Kedavra away.

"..."

Dumbledore was silent.

The two of them were silent for a while, until Dumbledore raised his hand and rubbed his temples and said: "Oh, you are not a child, why are you so disobedient..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Am I just a child? I'm only twelve years old!"

Decorah started to play dumb.

Before Dumbledore could say anything, the door was opened again, and Professor McGonagall led Harry in with a serious face.

"Another petrified one."

"It's going to be chaos!"

At this moment, the number of silent people changed from two to three. Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, as if to comfort the frightened students.

Just now.

Harry was unlucky to run into the petrified Justin and the almost headless Nick.

But he was discovered again.

These students all thought that Harry petrified Justin.

"You're so unlucky!" Decorah stood up and patted the nervous Harry, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

No one is lucky.

Before Dumbledore could say anything, the door was opened again, but this time it was knocked open.

Hagrid rushed in without even shaking off the snowflakes on his body. He just squeezed in with a layer of snowflakes on his messy hair.

In his hand, he also carried a dead rooster.

"Not Harry!"

"Professor Dumbledore! I talked to him a few seconds ago, but he didn't have time at all..."

"I know…"

"It can't be him...I can swear this in front of the Ministry of Magic!"

"Hagrid, I know..."

"You have arrested the wrong person, Professor Dumbledore. I believe Harry is absolutely——"

"Hagrid!"

"I don't think it was Harry who attacked those people!"

Dumbledore raised his voice, interrupting Hagrid who was eager to excuse and explain Harry.

"Okay...sorry...I was too anxious..."

"Then I'll wait outside first..." Hagrid stomped the floor in embarrassment and then exited the office.

"You guys chat, I'm leaving first."

Decorah felt that Dumbledore would be talking to Harry about something, and he didn't want to stay and listen.

He just said that and left the office.

Hagrid was extremely anxious outside the office. When he saw Decora coming out, he asked about the situation.

Decorah could only tell him that Dumbledore did not suspect that Harry had done it.

This made Hagrid feel relieved.

Students are scrambling to book seats on the Hogwarts Express due to another horrific attack.

Christmas is coming.

The only remaining students at Hogwarts were Decorah and Harry.

The number of people can be described as pitifully small.

But this was a kind of liberation for Harry.

Because now all the students are pointing at him and avoiding him.

There is no one now.

But I can safely enter and leave the castle at will.

At the Christmas banquet at Hogwarts, there was no shortage of teachers at the guest table, exchanging glasses and drinking wine.

The auditorium was decorated with great solemnity and beauty.

The students were all sitting at the long table in their courtyard eating cakes, biscuits and barbecue.

Decorah received a Christmas gift from Harry and the others.

But he just put it in the dormitory and didn't open it.

He also sent some gifts back.

They were all books or something. In fact, he didn't really want to give back gifts because he didn't know what to give as gifts.

Decorah felt that such a banquet was boring, so he got up and left the auditorium.

He walked aimlessly.

Even he himself didn't know where he was until he heard the piercing cry. Looking for the cry, he walked into the bathroom with a malfunction notice board and saw Moaning Myrtle crying loudly on the toilet. .

Frowning, Decorah's arms began to heat up.

He lowered his head and opened his sleeves.

[Trigger mission: Obtain the top-secret diary containing Tom Riddle’s soul fragments (specified reward draw)]

The pupils shrank, and Decorah's heart seemed to be caught tightly.

He didn't care about the water on the ground that was up to his ankles.

Start walking inside to search.

Moaning Myrtle began to talk to him, but Decorah didn't pay attention to her at all, but quickly inspected something in the bathroom full of water.

"Woooo, what are you looking for..."

"A diary... or a book!" Deco eagerly bent down and lifted up the wooden board soaked in water with his hands.

"Are you talking about that black book? Woohoo...are you going to hit me with it too?"

"Oh oh oh, why are you doing this to me!"

After being stunned for a moment, Decorah turned around and said, "Where is it?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah...will you hit me with it too..."

"Tell him where it is!!"

Decorah looked grim and growled, frightening Moaning Myrtle.

"Where, where is it..."

Moaning Myrtle raised her hand in fear and pointed to the bottom of the pool.

There, a small, thin diary with a black cover was soaked in water.

It's already soaked.

Decorah walked over quickly, picked up the diary, held it in both hands and whispered: "I should have thought of it earlier, I thought..."

"Decora?"

Ron's voice came.

Decorah turned around suddenly, and her gloomy expression startled Harry and Hermione at the door, and Ron even took a step back.