HP: Slytherin disguise

It’s no big deal if you don’t shoot.

But now is the time to boost morale and everyone wants their school to win.

So doing this is really a bit abrupt.

"If Viktor Klum allowed me to take pictures, I would ignore everyone else and just take pictures of him."

Hermione saw it very clearly.

It is reasonable to do this when facing people you like and admire.

A full two minutes passed.

Dumbledore asked them to sit down, and the applause slowly subsided, and finally the auditorium returned to silence.

"Okay, everyone, please enjoy your dinner!"

As the food appears on the plate.

The students ate their dinner and discussed tomorrow's Quidditch match.

Harry was a little nervous.

Because he's not the Seeker, the Seeker is Cedric.

Therefore, he was really afraid that he would not play well.

It affects other team members.

But tomorrow, Harry will know that his worries are unnecessary...

In fact, this game is fair.

The seven Quidditch players at Hogwarts are all the best Quidditch players.

Although Wilmstrong has an extremely powerful person like Krum as its seeker, the other six team members are ordinary students.

So such a comparison.

There are advantages to both sides.

Karkaroff was extremely concerned about this game, after dinner.

Then he greeted Krum and asked about his welfare.

He was even served a large glass of mulled wine to warm him up.

In this regard.

Wilmstrong's other students all watched with open eyes.

no way.

Krum is Karkaroff's protégé.

This night, many people are destined to be unable to sleep.

There are many people who suffer from insomnia.

Decorah was one of them. The bedroom was pitch dark, but he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

At last.

He simply got up and chatted with Shu Ling.

Fortunately, the book spirit has its own light function, so Decorah did not light the candle.

"You said last time that the power of change has been fully gathered, right?"

[It’s already doubled, and you just remembered? 】

"I just ignored the height issue."

[Okay, what emotion do you want to extract? 】

"Apart from emotions, can't we extract other things?"

【you guess】

"That's okay~"

[Smart, I thought you would never figure it out in this life]

[As long as I can tell you directly, you probably have complete control over the books now]

[But unfortunately, I can’t directly tell you some hidden uses]

[Think about it carefully, what can you extract?]

[Such as some side effects]

"You seem to be giving me a hint?"

【Have it? No】

[I just said that some side effects can be extracted]

[What will cause side effects? 】

【Think about it from now on...】

His eyes rolled, and Decorah's brain started working rapidly.

For a long time, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Can the side effects of Avada Kedavra's defensive power be extracted?"

【pretty! 】

【Perfect! 】

【Can! 】

【sure! clever! 】

"..."

"You have already made it clear..."

【Don't talk nonsense】

【I didn’t tell you anything! 】

"... "

"Well, this is simply a big problem for me when casting spells. Let's extract it quickly and get rid of it."

[This side effect is difficult to get rid of]

[Requires all the power of change]

"Just use it, there's no use keeping it anyway."

[Okay, you go to sleep first]

[Starting from tomorrow, you can use magic at will]

"Oh, what an unexpected surprise..."

"It's so kind of you…"

[I refuse to accept your compliment! 】

"Is it difficult to speak well?"

[The other party withdrew your question and dropped a bomb on you]

"... "

Decorah was amused by the book spirit's humor.

Then he lay on the bed contentedly, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep peacefully...

The next day, Saturday morning.

At half past five, the Hogwarts bell rang on time.

Awakened everyone in their sleep.

Even if it's Sunday.

The students also got up, washed up, and then rushed to the auditorium.

The breakfast was very rich because of today's competition.

Dumbledore chatted some more before the meal and asked everyone to go to the Quidditch field in advance.

The competition will be officially held at 12 noon.

At that time, all the teachers and students of the school, including students and principals of the other two schools, will go to watch the game.

Full of attention!

The students of Hogwarts gathered around the Quidditch players from their own house who were about to participate in the competition, and conducted a greeting-style care.

Wilmstrong's students were slowly eating breakfast under Karkaroff's care.

Krum kept eating his breakfast with an expressionless expression.

He seemed very calm.

"Victor, would you like some butterbeer?"

"I asked Poliarco to buy it in Hogsmeade. It's still warm."

Karkaroff walked over with a glass of butterbeer.

He went straight to Krum.

Nodding, Krum took it silently, then raised his head and drank it in one breath.

Karkaroff smiled broadly.

Poliarco sat down on a chair and began stuffing bread into his mouth.

God knows how confused he was, so he was asked to go to an unfamiliar place to buy butterbeer so early in the morning.

If not for a Hogwarts student leading the way.

He has long been lost.

But it seemed that Karkaroff didn't care what happened to him.

Decorah hummed and just arrived in the auditorium. He walked briskly towards the Slytherin table.

There is a reason for being in a good mood.

After discovering that the side effect of having to cast the Death Curse before using magic was really removed.

Decorah took the wand with her.

In the past, because of this side effect, he rarely used the wand, and gradually he stopped carrying it with him.

Now, he can achieve magical freedom.

In the polite greetings of the students.

Decorah came to his seat and sat down, saying hello to Klum opposite him.

"Are you in a good mood?" Krum looked up and asked seemingly casually.

Nodding, Decorah said happily: "Yes."

"I'm in a particularly good mood today."

"I'm still looking forward to it, what do you want to tell me!"

Decorah smiled brightly and felt in a better mood.

He didn't know what Krum wanted to say to him.

He felt that there was nothing to say at all, and there were not many topics worthy of such solemn discussion.

This also succeeded in making Decorah look forward to it.

Krum smiled silently, lowered his head and ate his breakfast in a muffled voice.

His hands were trembling slightly.

But Decorah didn't notice, because the owl brought him a letter.

The above is from the Ministry of Magic.

No need to think, it must be Fudge.

Decorah fed the owl some bread and sent it away.

Open the envelope.

Decorah rubbed his hands in a ritualistic manner, and then tucked the two strands of hair next to his cheeks behind his ears.

By the way, he also straightened his collar.