HP: Slytherin disguise

As soon as Christmas is over.

As the time approaches February 24th, everyone starts discussing the next project.

There are people too.

I haven't recovered from that memorable dance yet.

But obviously, everyone is in a lot of spirits.

I am no longer as lazy as before in class, but I am studying seriously.

Another news has spread.

That is, Hagrid, the teacher of the Magical Creatures class, was dismissed, and his replacement was the new Professor Graplan.

There is also the slander against Hagrid in the Daily Prophet.

He even revealed that Hagrid is a hybrid giant.

Giants are a very cruel group. Rita, the newspaper writer, spread the word that Dumbledore condoned Hagrid, a dangerous person, to teach students and so on...

This made many parents of students very angry.

caused public outrage.

This also led to Hagrid seeming to have disappeared recently.

In the practical class classroom.

Decorah sat lazily on a chair with a small blanket covering her body.

He seemed to regard this as a sleeping place.

He kept yawning and looked drowsy.

The sixth grade students who were studying on their own had resentment and anger on their faces.

They were angry, angry that Decorah was making excuses not to go to class.

This time the excuse was perfunctory, it was just too cold.

I was afraid that they would freeze, so I stopped going to class. The two have absolutely nothing to do with each other.

The point is, no matter how they resist.

Decorah responded to their questions and dissatisfaction with 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah'.

Totally 'invulnerable'.

"Ha~"

Yawning, Decorah's gray-blue eyes filled with tears.

He raised his hand and rubbed it, then leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

The blanket on his body covered him tightly.

It looks very warm.

Fred and George gritted their teeth but did not dare to cause trouble.

I stayed up until the get out of class bell rang.

The students stood up, walked out of the classroom, and then walked downstairs while complaining.

When Decorah woke up, she wrapped herself in a blanket and walked out of the classroom.

He was lost for a while before he remembered to lock the door.

After locking the door, Decorah entered the office opposite and asked for a glass of hot milk.

He doesn't care about anything right now.

He just teaches the students 'seriously' and then spends the rest of the time with Krum.

Harry has recently been thinking about clues to the golden egg.

So I am in a hurry every day.

Ron and Hermione were running around with him.

The three of them once visited Hagrid on their day off and persuaded Hagrid not to give up on himself.

They met Dumbledore in Hagrid's cabin, who was also there.

Several people came together to persuade and comfort Hagrid.

Dumbledore even directly rejected Hagrid's resignation application form.

Eventually, Hagrid's mood turned from gloomy to bright.

These were all things Harry told him.

It sounded particularly funny and interesting. The most interesting thing was that when they were comforting Hagrid, Ron only wanted to eat the small cake on Hagrid's table.

Both Harry and Hermione were speechless.

Decorah was speechless.

It's been so long, but Ron is still thinking about eating a small cake.

Smash it, smash it, Decorah himself suddenly became greedy.

After he finished the hot milk, he asked for a small piece of chocolate cake.

The house elves in the kitchen are really responsive to requests and are extremely fast. It takes less than half a minute to complete the meal.

Decorah ate slowly, looking at the photos all over the wall.

His fingertips moved unconsciously.

The ring was still on the middle finger of his left hand, untouched.

After eating, he happily went to find Krum.

The days passed peacefully.

until.

One morning in mid-January.

A letter without any signature broke Decorah's peaceful daily routine.

The letter contained only a few simple sentences:

The Alliance infiltration plan is proceeding slowly, and the Muggle infiltration plan headed by White has been completed for the most part.

The progress of the Ministry of Magic infiltration is unknown.

The pureblood family has recruited many people.

On January 15th, there will be a caucus meeting.

Decorah took a guess and felt that the letter should be written to him by Cook.

After burning the letter, Decorah thought about how to leave Hogwarts.

He is not a student now, but a professor.

Should have the right to leave school.

But you have to ask Dumbledore.

He didn't hesitate and hurried to find Dumbledore.

Because tomorrow is January 15th.

He didn't know whether the meeting would be in the morning or in the afternoon. If he didn't go early, he would be afraid of being late.

At that time, after the meeting was over, he would go over.

You will definitely miss something important.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was in the Headmaster's office.

This kind old man was sitting in a chair, reading a newspaper, and he was not idle.

Eating lemon ice cream.

When I sensed someone saying the correct door command and walking in.

Dumbledore thought it was other professors looking for him.

He continued to look without raising his head.

He did not forget to say hello: "Sit down."

"Is there anything interesting you want to share with me?"

Without saying anything, Decorah walked over and sat down on the chair in front of the desk.

When no one spoke, Dumbledore raised his head in confusion.

When he saw it was Decorah, he froze.

Maybe he didn't expect that the person who came to him would be Decorah.

"What's wrong? Child."

"Is there something unpleasant?"

"Or are you saying that if you don't teach those children, they will collectively protest?"

Dumbledore put down the newspaper with a smile.

Staring at Decorah with sharp eyes.

"Does a professor have the right to take leave?"

Decorah asked directly. He had no time to deal with this and had to find a way quickly.

If he couldn't take time off, he would have to find another way.

Dumbledore laughed, threw a piece of lemon ice cream into his mouth and said, "Of course!"

"But you have to give a specific time for taking leave and the reason. Of course, you don't have to say the reason."

"So, are you asking for leave?"

He stood up with a smile, put his hands on the desk, and then leaned forward, looking at Decorah.

"of course."

"I have some things to deal with, but I can't tell you why."

Decorah nodded, his leave was confirmed.

"Oh~ Then how long do you want to take leave, kid?"

"Is it three days or four days?"

Dumbledore thought Decorah wouldn't take long, so he spoke in a relaxed tone.

“I won’t be able to come back until probably February.”

"It's just a maybe..."

"Well, it might take more than a month..."

Decorah planned to take a long vacation so that he could stay out for a few more days and save time in class every day.

"what?!"

"About a month or so?!"

The kind smile on Dumbledore's face froze and disappeared instantly.