HP: Slytherin disguise

The back hit the wall, interrupting Decorah's heated heart and somewhat unclear mind.

He shook his head and stared at Harry.

"I'm awake all the time!"

"It's just that you didn't see clearly. You don't know when I'm serious!"

"Before you wake me up, you must wake up yourself!"

"You know nothing!"

"You don't understand these things and you don't think about these things."

"Because you are not even qualified to think!"

Things refer to things about joining the Death Eaters and completing their goals.

This goal is pure blood glory.

By then, both half-blood and Muggle-born wizards will be inferior!

They don't deserve equal treatment!

And Harry, how could a half-blood understand?

So what if he is the savior?

What qualifications does a mixed race have to know these things!

"What on earth are you thinking!"

"Don't be stupid, Decorah!"

"Voldemort will kill Professor Dumbledore, he will kill those Muggle-born wizards, he will only kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

"More than ten years ago, countless innocent wizards died at his hands!"

"Including the Death Eaters under his command, follow him and kill indiscriminately!"

"They don't care about humanity at all!"

"You can't be with him!"

Harry opened his eyes wide, filled with boundless anger and rage.

As if he had thought of something, he said angrily: "This is not our fault at all!"

"It's Voldemort! He destroyed so many families!"

"You were forced to join because your father was a Death Eater, right?!"

"Because of your last name, you are forced to obey Voldemort!"

"Isn't that right, Decorah!"

"You can tell Professor Dumbledore and he will help you!"

Harry, who felt more and more certain about this in his heart, stepped forward and pressed Decorah's shoulders, as if he had already made up his mind, and began to persuade with an anxious tone.

His eyes turned from cold to angry.

Decorah hated it when Harry said this, and even said it self-righteously!

In the previous life, because of the surname!

He was forced to become the youngest Death Eater!

Branded with the Dark Mark!

He was even forced to follow Voldemort's orders to kill Dumbledore. He lived in fear every day and suffered extremely!

He hates mentioning and thinking about his past life!

He didn't want to recall his most helpless memory!

In this life, he did it voluntarily!

He is willing to follow Voldemort and watch him rule everything just like in his previous life!

And then when the time comes, overthrow these...

but!

Saying that he was forced, saying that he did it because of his surname, saying that he did it because of his father, this is absolutely intolerable!

"It's not because of my father!"

Decorah swung his fist fiercely and hit Harry directly on the door.

He was beaten back two steps, covering his nose with pain and shock on his face.

Blood flowed from the fingers.

Harry only felt that his nose was burning and painful, and hot liquid was flowing out of it.

is blood!

His nose was broken!

Looking at the angry Decorah, Harry became more and more unfamiliar.

"Then why are you related to Voldemort?!"

"There is no chance for you to get to know each other!"

"It's your father! He is a Death Eater! He has returned to Voldemort! He pushed you out selfishly! He wants to be appreciated by Voldemort!"

Harry's heart also ignited with unknown anger, he covered his nose and shouted in a muffled voice.

The voice was full of anger and determination.

With his eyes slightly red, Decorah lowered his brows and reached into his pocket, trying to find his wand.

He's going to kill Harry!

Kill this person who dares to insult his father!

"I was right, right?!"

Harry, who didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, was still immersed in his own anger.

The wand was not found, but Decorah was going crazy.

His voice was full of sarcasm: "No wonder you said that, it's because you don't have a father!"

"You have no father! No mother!"

"You don't have any relatives, so you can't experience true warmth at all!"

"Feel free to think about other people's fathers here!"

"Why!"

"When the master killed your damn parents, why didn't he kill you too!"

"You should die with them!"

Vicious words are harsh, like a biting cold wind.

Every word stung Harry's heart, causing him to freeze in place.

He seemed to know that this would touch Harry's nerves.

Decorah directly raised her hand, pointed at him, and continued: "Master, kill your worthless parents!"

"That's why you are so angry. You hate him for killing your relatives and letting you grow up under the oppression of your Muggle relatives!"

"You're afraid that you won't be able to defeat Voldemort with me here!"

"In the final analysis, all your anger is for yourself!"

"Don't pretend to be so great!"

"Consider yourself a saint!"

The corridor is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

These words reached Harry's ears clearly, hitting his brain and soul directly.

until…

It touched his reverse scale and bottom line!

"Shut up!"

Harry roared angrily, released his hand covering his bleeding nose, and rushed forward.

He punched Decorah.

"Is this urgent?!"

"I'm right! You're just doing it for yourself!"

After being punched in the forehead, Decorah didn't tolerate him and started to fight back.

The two of them fought in the corridor.

Peeves heard the noise and floated back again. After seeing the two people fighting, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed excitedly.

Then there’s the shouting!

"The fight is about to begin! Come and watch, everyone!"

"Hahaha!"

"Potter got into a fight with someone! He got into a fight with the practical class professor!"

"It's bleeding!"

"Oh my God! The professor hit the student!"

The shrill shout spread throughout the castle, wishing it could be heard directly in the sky.

Almost instantly, Filch arrived in this corridor with the nearest group of students, and looked on in confusion.

A fight did begin.

It's not Peeves who is up to something, that's nonsense.

But really!

Watching you punch and I kick, the two of them hit them extremely hard, since no one dared to step forward to stop them.

soon.

This corridor was crowded with students, and it was already somewhat packed.

Peeves jumped excitedly over the heads of the crowd.

Keep clapping your hands and applauding.

Even the prefects of the college were gathered in front, wondering whether they should help.

On one side was Harry and on the other was Decorah.

Helping Decorah would be a bit bullying the students. After all, judging from the situation of the battle, it was Decorah who was unilaterally suppressing Harry.

But if he helped Harry, he would be assisting students in beating and bullying professors.

Besides, if Decorah gets anxious.

By the time they graduate, they probably won't be able to take more than a few practical classes.

These choices are made after careful consideration.

All will be void.

In order not to take sides, they decided to wait for the professors to come and stop the fight.

The full picture is unknown and no evaluation will be made!