HP: Slytherin disguise

A few people built a relatively abstract snowman.

Decorah looked left and right and fell silent, with a look of disgust on his face.

"It's so ugly..."

Hermione couldn't help but complain.

This made Ron a little embarrassed, because he was the one who built the snowman, and the other three just helped him shovel the snow and roll the snowball.

"Although it's ugly, I think it would look better if I put a scarf on it."

Taking off the scarf, Decorah stepped forward and bent down to wrap it around the snowman.

The black diary slipped from his pocket.

Falling into the pure white snow, it is extremely conspicuous.

But Decorah didn't seem to notice.

Hermione stepped forward to pick it up, and was about to say something before she stopped. She looked at the lower corner of the slightly opened diary, and there were a few words written on it: T Riddle.

Opening her mouth slightly, Hermione froze.

Seeing Hermione frozen there, Harry and Ron walked over and their eyes fell on the small string of words.

"Soup...Riddle's diary?"

Ron exclaimed and trembled in fright.

Such pig teammates made Harry and Hermione look disgusted.

Hearing the exclamation, Decorah turned around and looked over.

Then his eyes fell on the open diary in Hermione's hand.

"It fell on the floor...I picked it up and wanted to return it to you..." Hermione was a little embarrassed.

It felt like being caught stealing.

"It's okay, I was just about to tell you about this, but I forgot about it while I was busy making snowmen."

Decorah smiled, not angry.

Instead, he told them about the owner and origin of this diary.

"This diary is related to the Chamber of Secrets, because its owner is Riddle, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, who won the Special Contribution Award. You should know this Ron, after all, you have cleaned the trophy room so many times."

"The secret room was opened fifty years ago, and this diary was also from fifty years ago."

"It will tell us the entrance to the secret room..."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Decorah's eyes became darker and duller, like the dark night.

"Will it tell us the entrance to the secret room?"

Hermione exclaimed in disbelief. She felt that this was a bit ridiculous, and why would Decorah know?

"I think Harry needs it."

Passing the diary in her hand to Harry, Decorah's smile grew brighter and continued: "If Harry wants to clarify that he is not the heir of Slytherin, he must find the real heir, otherwise this rumor will only get worse."

Decorah's words were so confusing that Ron and Hermione couldn't understand them at all.

But Harry held the diary and breathed a sigh of relief.

He believed what Decorah said, and the mystery of Decorah was more complicated than the secret room.

Given the right opportunity, Harry would definitely ask Decorah something...

Early February.

The faint sun appeared, not only lighting up Hogwarts, but also everyone's gloomy mood, and everyone began to become optimistic.

Because there are no more terrorist attacks.

However, some people still believe that the culprit of the attack is Harry.

But he didn't dare to publicize it because there was a prefect, Decorah, beside Harry.

After being deducted several points.

No one dared to say anything.

Decorah has been fulfilling her promise at the Quidditch game and teaching Harry senior lessons and spells in private when she has time.

Usually taught in his office.

Every time Hermione would drag Ron over to secretly listen to the class. She was afraid of being embarrassed by going alone, so she dragged Ron along.

Ron didn't know it, but he often giggled when he was pulled there.

Finally, Decorah hinted that Hermione didn't have to listen in secret.

If you want to study together, it doesn't matter at all.

Just sit back and listen. If you don't know, just ask him.

Although Hermione blushed with embarrassment, she was still very happy because she didn't have to review it slowly by herself.

This evolved into the situation where Decorah taught carefully, Hermione and Harry studied carefully, and Ron worked hard to make up homework. He always didn't want to do it, and then he didn't make up until the end.

February fourteenth.

After getting up early, they went to Decorah's prefect's office as usual.

The three of them sat on the sofa as usual and began to teach and study.

Ron was so bored that he forced himself to follow suit.

"Last I heard, Lockhart was talking about boosting morale."

"He's not going to play any tricks, is he? Some students who passed by just now said that the walls of the auditorium are already covered with flowers."

"And streamers."

"Should we go there early?"

Upon hearing this, several people became interested and did not care about studying anymore.

He walked straight out of the office and came to the auditorium.

After entering the auditorium, although Decorah had seen it in his previous life, he still couldn't help but want to complain when he saw the scene again.

Even though the surrounding walls were covered with big flowers, the heart-shaped confetti floating in the air never stopped.

Decorah just raised his head and opened his mouth slightly in shock.

Then a few pieces of heart-shaped red confetti floated into his slightly open mouth.

"Pooh!"

"Bah bah bah..."

Decorah quickly lowered his head and spit out the scraps of paper in his mouth.

It made Hermione and Harry next to them laugh.

"I really want to blow him up!"

Looking at Lockhart in bright pink robes behind the teacher's table, Decorah wanted to throw an Avada Kedavra at him.

"Ugh~"

Looking at Lockhart in this outfit, Ron retched directly.

It doesn't look like he's just pretending.

Instead, they actually vomited, which surprised the three of them.

"Ugh! Paint the old cucumber green and pretend to be young!"

Ron retched as he spoke.

Hermione raised her hand and patted his back, a little disgusted.

Several people separated and returned to their positions.

It was obvious that except for Lockhart, all the other teachers had serious faces, especially Snape, whose face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

If only it weren't for Hogwarts.

He had probably sent Lockhart to see Lord Merlin long ago.

Lockhart waved for everyone to be quiet, and then wished everyone a happy Valentine's Day just like in his previous life, and then took the opportunity to show off that he had received forty-six greeting cards.

Then twelve elves with golden wings on their backs walked in.

Lockhart beamed and said that these elves would wander around Hogwarts for the rest of the day, sending Valentine's Day cards to everyone.

He even boldly said that if everyone is interested, they don’t need to ask Snape to teach them how to refine love potions, but just ask Professor Flitwick. He also said that Professor Flitwick is the wizard who knows the best about love potions he has ever seen. .

This frightened Professor Flitwick and he covered his face with his hands.

Judging from Snape's face, it seemed that anyone who dared to ask him for advice would be poisoned and poisoned to death.

He raised his hand and patted the confetti that fell on his hair.

Decorah felt that it was okay not to eat this breakfast.

Because the confetti that keeps falling has covered the food.

He turned around helplessly and saw Theodore protecting a plate of desserts from falling into pieces of paper.

then…

Then he pushed it in front of Pansy.

While Pansy was eating, he kept using his hands to block the falling confetti.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.

Decorah was afraid that her sight would be too obvious, so she ate the food on the plate and then secretly stared at the two of them.

Life suddenly becomes more colorful.

This feeling is really new and exciting.