HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 285 "Let's date, Decorah!"

Krum bent down and placed a gentle and solemn kiss on the back of Decorah's hand.

"Let's date, Decorah."

His serious and deep voice was particularly clear even in the heavy rain.

He looked at Krum blankly.

Decorah's thoughts were instantly confused.

until.

He met Krum's serious and solemn eyes.

"I'm not joking."

Krum put Decorah's hand on his chest and said seriously: "Maybe, I really can't miss you..."

"I'm afraid that if I miss it, I'll never have another chance."

Placing her cold hands on Krum's hot chest, Decorah felt his heartbeat speeding up.

Decorah's pale face turned pink because of the cold.

He groaned and didn't know how to reply.

It was at this time that he suddenly felt Krum's fiery heart.

Warm him up slowly.

The hazy love made Decorah unable to refuse.

Finally, he nodded slightly.

"it is good…"

Decorah's voice was very low, so low that it was directly drowned out by the sound of the rain.

But Krum heard it.

His bent waist and held breath allowed him to clearly hear the word 'good'!

Decorah looked up, his gray-blue eyes misted.

Very hazy and blurry.

Krum bent down deeply, and Decorah slowly stood on tiptoes.

The two got closer and closer.

Finally, they kissed together in the rainstorm.

The rain was bitingly cold, but the bodies between the two of them were extremely hot, hotter than anything else...

the following few days.

The students at Hogwarts were in a state of listlessness.

But there were still many female students who secretly ran to the infirmary to visit the injured Cedric.

According to what they said, Cedric was too brave.

Hurt to win.

Since they were being beaten from all sides, no one paid much attention to Harry's first mistakes.

After all, this Quidditch match was painful for everyone.

Especially Ms. Huo Qi, she is more unbelievable and sadder than anyone else.

But she didn't blame Harry and the others.

He is actually a student of Wilmstrong, and his knowledge of Quidditch is too strong.

An unquestionable victory!

When the commemorative trophy was awarded to Wilmstrong's Quidditch team.

Karkaroff's hands turned red.

He stuffed the five hundred galleons into his pocket with a smile, looking very proud of himself.

Dumbledore didn't think anything of it.

He could always maintain a kind smile no matter who he was dealing with.

Even on the day he tested the Warrior's wand, he still smiled when facing Rita Skeeter, a daily reporter.

Although Rita had exaggerated before and described him as a rigid old madman.

There is no way around it, Rita is just a daily reporter who likes to exaggerate for publicity and pretend to be mysterious just for the sake of popularity.

In her writing, the Ministry of Magic was once written as a useless department.

Things are not over yet for the Quidditch World Cup.

She caught new headlines.

Rushed to Hogwarts overnight to interview several warriors, including Harry.

Certainly not a normal interview.

Part of it was her exaggeration.

Decorah was arranging the photo frames in the office. He put the photos he had taken into them and hung them on the wall.

Looking at the photo albums on the wall, Decorah bit her lip.

It was full of Klum's photos and posters, except for a few sculptures.

Just when he was thinking about getting a few sculptures.

The office door was pushed open.

The four monitors of the second grade class all walked in.

Apparently they overcame the inexplicable toe-to-the-floor command.

"Professor, this is the 10,000-word speech given by the Hufflepuff students after the last class."

"Hand it all in."

Hufflepuff's second-year monitor put the stack of parchment in his hand respectfully on the desk.

Then came the other three monitors.

After handing it over, they didn't dare to leave when Decorah didn't say anything.

Decorah looked confused.

He picked up the four piles of parchment, looked at it and said, "When did I assign homework?"

"In the last class, I didn't give you a 10,000-word post-class speech."

He was confused. He didn't give any homework in the last class.

Why did you hand in a 10,000-word post-class speech?

After being stunned for a moment, several people looked at each other.

"That professor, didn't you always want to write?"

The second-year Gryffindor class president spoke cautiously.

Decorah laughed directly and threw the parchment full of words on the table.

Weihai is nothing.

But the other three people were trembling with fear, thinking that Decorah was going to get angry.

But then, they relaxed.

Because Decorah didn't want to get angry at all.

He just smiled and said, "I didn't arrange it."

"You don't have to write anymore. If I don't assign it, it means there is no homework. Go back."

After the four received the reply, they quickly left the office.

Decorah could only sigh that these students wasted ink and parchment.

and precious time.

But he didn't care about this episode at all.

Instead, he ran to the wall full of picture frames and used magic to control the camera to take a picture of himself.

Look at Bie's self in the photo.

Decorah nodded feeling good about himself and stuffed the photo into the drawer.

This is proof that he is a fan.

After leaving the office, Decorah went downstairs to find Professor McGonagall to continue learning advanced transfiguration.

But just as he was going downstairs, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Turning his head, there was no one behind him.

Decorah turned back in confusion and planned to continue walking.

Then he saw Fred and George, who made faces at him.

Rolling his eyes, Decorah didn't want to argue with them.

Then he moved to the side and planned to continue walking.

But the two men pursued him and continued to stick to him.

Finally, in the corridor, Decorah couldn't stand these two anymore.

"What are you doing!"

He was angry, helpless, and didn't want to pay attention.

"Can you write a letter to mom for us? She suspects that we caused trouble at school again!"

Fred came over with a smile.

He raised his hand to avoid being afraid of Decorah's shoulder, looking like he was an acquaintance who could easily get things done.

Same thing when looking at George.

Looking at the two people up and down with disdainful eyes, Decorah knocked off their hands and said: "You have already caused trouble, and you still don't want to be discovered?"

"Let me write a letter for you? I'm dreaming!"

He won't help these idiots.

"Take a look at this and then talk about it!"

Fred and George shouted in unison, and then took out two palm-sized sculptures from their pockets.

One sculpture is Krum holding a broomstick, and the other sculpture is Krum with his arms folded.

The sculpture is exquisite and the details are in place.

It looks very beautiful and is worth collecting as a souvenir.

"You two-"

"Come prepared!"

A smile instantly appeared on Decorah's face, and he reached out to touch it.

"Oh! You can't touch it!"

"You write it to us, and we'll give it to you!"