HP: Slytherin disguise

The scene was extremely bloody.

Decorah took a few steps back, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he was able to hold onto the huge rubble on the side in time.

The dozens of wizards slowly entered the paddock.

He stared blankly at the broken flesh and blood on the ground.

For a moment, they were speechless.

"Professor Decorah!"

In this quiet atmosphere, no one spoke.

A sudden shout came.

This voice is full of excitement, admiration, enthusiasm...

Followed by.

As if a switch was pressed, deafening shouts instantly erupted from the scene.

They shouted Decorah's name, their voices fervent.

Hermione and Ron held Harry, who was trembling slightly, with tears streaming down his face.

They almost thought Harry was going to die.

Fortunately, Decorah is here...

Decorah climbed over the fence of the paddock and returned to the audience seat.

Professor McGonagall rushed up and hugged him directly.

"Silly boy, how can you be so brave..."

Her voice was filled with sadness and deep concern.

Just now, if Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, she would have taken action.

"Well done! Decorah!"

Several other professors gathered around, their faces full of shock and disbelief, but more importantly, excitement and relief.

Because they discovered that Decorah's strength was actually on par with them...

This is unbelievable!

But...it seems that when it happened to Decorah, it became believable.

After all, Decorah has been outstanding since childhood!

From being outstanding in first grade to now!

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and finally loosened his grip on his hands.

Snape, like him, did not move around.

His face was still cold and he said: "Do you believe him so much?"

"I thought you were going to have a pot roast tonight."

After being stunned for a moment, Dumbledore laughed helplessly. He found that at some point, Snape's words became particularly damaging.

"You have to know, Decorah has always been great."

"Of course, as his teacher, you must know."

He sighed and looked at Snape.

Rolling his eyes, Snape didn't bother to pay attention to Dumbledore's dark yin and yang and left the audience directly.

Karkaroff clutched his chest, almost out of breath.

"I know that it is definitely not easy for a student to become a prefect and a professor!"

"With this strength, I'm afraid I may have to catch up with you!"

"It's absolutely terrifying!"

"I would like to call him the best student in the history of Hogwarts!"

"Even in the entire magical world, he is still the best wizard!"

He gave it an extremely high evaluation directly.

Ms. Maxim's face was full of recognition and solemnity. Before, she thought that Decorah was just a little outstanding and the others were just mediocre.

Now it seems that her eyesight is not working properly.

Decorah still held the wand in her hand, and after being hugged by Professor McGonagall, she instantly relaxed a lot.

He was in Professor McGonagall's arms and closed his eyes.

Very tired!

The magic power was almost exhausted by him.

From now on, he has to control his power!

Thinking about it.

Decorah's head fell into a deep sleep...

When he woke up, he was in Professor McGonagall's office.

Dumbledore and Mr. Bagman were chatting.

And he was leaning on Professor McGonagall's arms.

"To be honest, I finally know why Decorah was praised by outside newspapers."

"If I had seen this kind of strength before, I would have boasted about it like crazy."

"From today onwards, Decorah's strength will be truly displayed in the eyes of the public. By then, anyone who questions Professor Decorah's strength will probably have nothing to say."

"Tomorrow's headlines will definitely have nothing to do with the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament."

"But Rita Skeeter wants to interview Professor Decorah."

"I think it is necessary to refuse. She especially likes to make up nonsense and fabricate right and wrong."

Mr. Bagman drank a glass of hot milk and spoke in a kind voice.

"Yeah..." Dumbledore sighed with a smile, and continued: "No matter how random she is, she can't do it to Decorahu."

After being stunned for a moment, Mr. Bagman laughed.

"Hahaha, too. If she dares to write nonsense like this, no one can guarantee her safety!"

Both of them were laughing and drinking hot milk.

Decorah yawned, her eyes moist.

"Drink a cup of hot milk first, Decorah."

Professor McGonagall also poured him a glass of hot milk.

Sitting up straight, Decorah took it and drank it in a daze.

He stared blankly at the carpet.

It seems that he hasn't woken up yet.

Dumbledore laughed, and the laughter made Decorah gradually wake up, and turned to look over, with a look of resentment on his face.

The deep resentment almost turned into reality.

Dumbledore stopped laughing for a moment.

"Don't look at me like that, kid!"

"Harry firmly believes that you will take action, so I can't take this opportunity to increase our feelings."

"I'm doing this all for your own good."

He immediately started to argue with a smile.

"I've even seen you secretly pull Harry into a corner and shirk your responsibility to protect him!"

Decorah sounded excited and stood up directly.

Dumbledore was not used to the playful smile at all.

"Hahaha…"

Dumbledore laughed, pretending not to hear.

As long as he is not embarrassed, then others will be embarrassed.

Mr. Bagman smiled, his eyes soft.

"Oh, it's dinner time, we should go to the dinner party!"

Dumbledore changed the subject and stood up directly.

Professor McGonagall and Mr. Bagman stood up and led Deco out of the office.

Go straight downstairs.

Finally came to the auditorium.

At this moment, it was full of people, including students from Wilmstrong and Beauxbatons.

The professors have already taken their seats at the guest of honor seats.

Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim were still sitting on either side of the middle seat.

Decorah was under the eager adoring eyes of the students.

He came to the Slytherin table and sat down at his seat.

"How does it feel, warrior?"

He immediately looked at Krum.

The latter shook his head and said with a pale face: "How do you feel? Are you feeling comfortable anywhere?"

"I'm great!"

"I took a lot of photos for you. I'll bring the backpack over later. Remember to sign it~"

Decorah smiled brightly, her delicate little face flushed.

Krum also had a smile on his face.

He raised his hand and took Decorah's left hand, which he reached out tacitly.

All words are in the eyes.

Dumbledore waited for everyone to sit down, and after quieting down, he stood up and loudly said: "This is the end of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament!"

"Our highest rated warrior is Mr. Krum from Wilmstrang!"

"He got the first ever score of 10 points!"

“It’s also the highest rating ever!”

"Let us give a respectful applause to this warrior from Wilmstrang!"