HP: Slytherin disguise

Chapter 331 Rose

"Decora..."

"professor?"

Just when Decorah couldn't push Barty away no matter what.

Several voices came.

He turned around and saw the three of them.

I was probably going to the library to look up information and happened to pass by here.

Little Barty didn't look over, but smiled and raised his hand, touching Decorah's fair little face.

"So cute…"

With a low voice, he took a few steps back, no longer confining Decorah to the fence.

Then he left here without looking back.

Staring at Little Barty's back, Decorah snorted coldly, then straightened up, patted his clothes, and straightened his collar.

He was afraid of people here, but they were gone.

He is not a coward.

"Decora, why is Professor Moody here? Why is he looking for you?"

Ron came closer and stared at the corner curiously.

He felt that Decorah and Moody had nothing to do with each other and were completely incompatible with each other.

So for Moody to be here, it's weird.

"I asked him about some Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons."

"By the way, are you going to the library?"

Decorah smiled, made up an excuse at random, asked the three of them by the way, and changed the subject.

Sure enough, Ron quickly forgot what Moody was doing here.

He scratched his head, leaned over and said, "Harry said that the Warriors have already learned about the contents of the third project in advance."

"It's very dangerous, so you have to learn the disarming spell, crushing spell and other spells as soon as possible."

"We plan to accompany him to practice."

"But there is no place to practice, and we have to guard against Filch without being discovered by him."

"That's why I wanted to find you."

"Let's see if we can practice in the practical classroom."

With a raised brow, Decorah rummaged through his pockets and found the key to the practical classroom.

"Now, go ahead."

Ron was very happy after taking the key.

Maybe when they were looking for Decorah, they were already trying to shirk each other and let each other ask for the key. The person they finally chose was Ron.

Because Harry and Hermione agreed.

Ron is thick-skinned.

Ron was angry and annoyed about this, but he had no choice but to speak in the end.

But what I didn't expect was that it would arrive directly.

And they didn't say much.

Ron felt that this was a symbol of friendship!

"Then let's go first!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Hermione raised her hand and said goodbye to Decorah.

Decorah also smiled and said goodbye to them, watching them leave the corridor and walk to the fifth floor of the castle.

Harry looked worried.

Not talking to him, not even looking up at him.

I don't know what I'm worried about.

Leaning against the fence, Decorah's eyes turned gloomy.

He didn't intend to sit in the audience and watch the four warriors go through the maze to get the Goblet of Fire.

Of course, he couldn't even sit and watch.

During Voldemort's resurrection ceremony, he gained some strength and saw if he could kill Wormtail Peter.

This dirty rat…

Licking her lips, Decorah wanted to transform into a cat and eat Wormtail Peter directly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the flower bed below, and the gloom on Decorah's face disappeared instantly.

He was busy lying next to the fence, raising his hand and saying hello with a smile.

downstairs.

A burly figure was standing next to the flower bed.

Wearing a brand new brown robe and long boots, his hair was particularly eye-catching, especially since he was holding a handful of bright red roses in his hand.

Looking up, Krum's gloomy face finally showed a faint smile.

He raised his hand to indicate the rose in his hand.

Decorah happily walked through the corridor and ran downstairs.

Finally, he arrived downstairs as quickly as possible and walked out of the front door.

Dashing over at a trot, Decorah jumped directly into Krum's arms.

Looking up at his smiling face.

"It's for you."

Krum's tone was serious, and he seemed a little nervous. He just said these dry words and handed the bouquet of roses in his hand to Decorah.

With her fair face always glowing pink, Decorah took it unceremoniously.

"Where did you pick it?"

His gray-blue eyes were shining brightly as he looked down at the brightly colored roses.

"It wasn't picked..."

"Yes…"

Krum suddenly raised his hand nervously, pointed at the rose, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he still didn't say what he wanted to say.

"Ok?"

Decorah raised her head and looked at him with some confusion.

"It's...it was changed by magic..."

"I asked Professor Karkaroff, but he didn't know what color roses should be. I asked Ms. Maxim again, and she said roses are ugly."

"But I think it should be given away..."

"Well...I copied the fake flowers Ms. Maxim wore on her head and became..."

"Although she said roses were not pretty... but she didn't know... the flower she was wearing on her head was a rose..."

"I mean...I..."

After hemming and hawing for a long time, Krum just didn't say any important information.

He seemed to realize that he was off topic.

There was a dull look on his face, and the hand pointing at the rose trembled even more.

Decorah forced herself to show a calm expression and not to raise the corners of her mouth.

Finally, he simply lowered his head and looked at the flowers in his hand.

Hmm...can't laugh...

It would be too embarrassing to laugh...can't laugh...

This is a good intention…

"It was made with magic. If it doesn't look good, I'll give you other flowers."

Krum finally came up with such a simple and clear statement.

Shaking his head, Decorah said it looked good.

It looks really good.

However, this rose looks strange. It is said to be a rose, but it is similar to a chrysanthemum.

It's really hard for Krum not to recognize him and force himself to change.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Krum retracted his hand pointing at the rose.

He looked at the flower bed beside him and said, "How about we sit for a while first?"

"sure!"

Nodding vigorously, Decorah walked over and brushed off the fallen leaves on the edge, and then sat on it, regardless of whether it would stain his clothes.

Krum followed and sat beside him.

Turning his head, he glanced quietly at Decorah's hand between them.

Look ahead as if nothing has happened.

His hand moved over carefully, and finally placed on Decorah's hand.

Then touch gently.

Decorah opened her gray-blue eyes, holding the bouquet of roses in her hand, and her legs swayed slightly.

Warm light fell on the two of them.

Accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, this moment is particularly pleasant.

"The third project... is almost here..."

Krum tightened his grip and held Decorah's hand extra hard.

He seems to be worried about something.

"yes…"