HP: Slytherin disguise

"Riddle's diary is missing..."

Harry whispered.

Ron's eyes widened instantly.

Frowning, Decorah pulled the two of them out of the dormitory and stood outside the Gryffindor dormitory.

"I think it was stolen by students from your own college."

Decorah felt that they had to ask for passwords when entering the dormitory building, and these passwords were confidential and could not be known by students from other houses.

For the diary being stolen.

Both Hermione and Ron expressed shock, because who would steal a diary? If they think about it, it means that the person who stole it knows the extraordinary and usefulness of the diary.

As the bedtime bell rings.

Decorah turned and left, not forgetting to reassure the three of them that there was no need to worry.

The three returned to the Gryffindor common room.

They all sat on the sofa in the corner without saying a word.

"Actually, we don't need to be so nervous..."

Hermione said suddenly, she looked up and a smile appeared on her face.

"The diary must still be at Hogwarts. The person who got it wanted to know about the Chamber of Secrets."

"We don't have to worry too much at all."

"Maybe the person who stole the diary is the heir of Slytherin. This is a good opportunity."

"What a great opportunity to catch the true heir!"

"Yes! Why didn't I think of that!" When Ron heard this, he felt it made sense.

Harry nodded and felt that Hermione was right.

The person who stole the diary might be the heir of Slytherin who actually opened the Chamber of Secrets.

The next morning.

The bright sunshine shines on the earth, making the students feel happy.

Plus there's a Quidditch match today.

The weather is simply perfect for everyone.

Gryffindor table.

Wood happily added scrambled eggs to each team member's plate.

Boost morale.

But Harry was the only one who was a little unhappy, wondering who might have taken Riddle's diary.

"Harry!"

"Don't be so sad~"

Just when Harry was at his wits end.

Decorah didn't know when he came behind him, raised his hand and pulled the flesh on his cheek.

Decorah's voice was heard.

Harry relaxed instantly and his mood improved.

"Hey! Eat some candy."

Decorah put a candy into Harry's mouth, a bright smile on her face.

Hermione and Ron saw Decorah smiling so happily.

My mood also became cheerful.

With Decorah around, they felt more or less at ease.

After breakfast was over, they planned to go together to help Harry pack the competition supplies, but as soon as they stepped onto the marble stairs, Harry stopped.

"I heard that voice again!"

He yelled, startling Hermione and Ron.

But they heard nothing.

"I suddenly realized something! I have to go to the library!"

Just then, Hermione ran upstairs and rushed to the library.

"What did she understand?"

Decorah looked confused, and Ron shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I don't know why she went to the library."

"Don't think about it Harry, the game is about to start." Counting the time, the game at eleven o'clock is approaching.

Harry could only give up looking for the voice.

He quickly returned to Gryffindor's dormitory building to get his broomstick.

Come to the arena with Ron.

Decorah squeezed into the spectator seats with him, preparing to watch the Quidditch match.

Just one minute before the game was about to start.

Professor McGonagall suddenly rushed over.

Holding a giant purple microphone in her hand, she shouted to everyone, "The game is cancelled!"

Everyone looked confused.

Wood was the most shocked and ran to Professor McGonagall to ask.

Professor McGonagall seemed very anxious and ignored him, but continued to shout.

"Now, all students must return to the common room of their own college! There, the person in charge of the college will tell you more things and situations."

"Please everyone leave quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Professor McGonagall led Harry towards the castle.

Decorah was still confused, so Ron dragged him out of the crowd and caught up with Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, I..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall interrupted him and said, "I think you should follow."

After saying that, her eyes fell on Decorah for a few seconds.

After following Professor McGonagall back to school, they were taken to the hospital.

"There was another attack, a double attack."

Professor McGonagall walked away, telling them what had happened.

Opening the door and entering the infirmary.

They then saw Madam Pomfrey checking on a sixth year student.

On a bed next to the student.

Now that Hermione is lying down!

"Hermione!"

Ron exclaimed and rushed over, his face full of panic.

At this moment, Hermione was lying on the hospital bed, motionless, her eyes wide and dull.

Professor McGonagall was holding a small round mirror that was found next to Hermione and another petrified student.

Her eyes fell on Hermione's other clenched hand.

Decorah quietly raised his arm.

[Maybe you don’t have to wait for them to find out on their own, you can tell them directly]

[In this way, I can quickly absorb soul fragments]

Putting down his arms, Decorah quietly observed a few people.

Madam Pomfrey just left here.

Professor McGonagall was holding the small mirror with her head down and talking to Harry.

Walked straight to Hermione's bedside.

Ron was holding Hermione's raised hand, crying.

Seeing Decorah coming over, he was just about to say something when he saw Decorah turning sideways, letting her robe cover Hermione's hand on the bed. He opened his mouth slightly, a little confused.

Decorah ignored Ron's doubts.

Then he reached out and pulled out the ball of paper in Hermione's hand.

Then retreat without leaving a trace.

It was at this time that Professor McGonagall was taking them away from here.

When people see it, it’s time to leave.

"See you tonight…"

Decorah glanced at Ron, then turned around and left the infirmary, leaving alone.

"Okay, now I have to escort you back to the Gryffindor common room, and I also need to say something to those students."

Professor McGonagall said, but she didn't seem to have any concerns about Decorah leaving alone.

This also made Ron and Harry look at each other.

Ron couldn't wait to tell Harry that he just saw Decorah take a paper ball from Hermione's hand...

night.

The whole of Hogwarts was cast into a shadow.

Ron and Harry appeared in the corridor wearing invisibility cloaks.

Under the moonlight, Decorah was standing by the window.

"Hey, Decorah..."

The two walked over and lowered their voices.

Passing the unfolded paper ball to the two of them, Decorah frowned and said, "That thing is swimming in the water pipe. As long as it meets its eyes, it will be petrified."

"If you look at each other indirectly, you will be petrified."

"Hermione must have found the answer, so she used the mirror to confirm it, but unfortunately, she did confirm it."

"Oh my god..."

Ron looked in disbelief and a little scared at the same time.

"Then what should we do? Decorah." Harry looked at Decorah, he didn't know what to do now.

Decorah did not directly tell them how to enter the secret room, because Ginny was missing in this link, and he had to wait until Ginny was captured before telling them.

And, there has to be Lockhart in it.