HP: Slytherin disguise

"Give it! Let it go!"

Ron and Hermione, who came after hearing the news, squeezed in hard when they heard Harry groaning in pain.

The two of them burst out with tremendous strength in an instant.

He sprinted directly and squeezed his way to the front of the crowd.

into the eye.

It was Harry and Decorah whose faces were covered in blood.

Both of them had colors on their faces.

In addition to scratches, there were bloody cuts that were forcefully dug out with hands.

"Stop it quickly!"

Ron yelled angrily and rushed forward.

next second.

He was kicked to the ground and a slap mark appeared on his face.

Several senior students, whose faces were also more or less injured, dragged Ron away from the danger range.

Hermione raised her hand to cover her mouth, looking shocked and confused.

Ron stood up, covering his face and finally understood why no one stopped him.

"Why did they fight?"

Hermione was extremely anxious and wanted to stop the two people who were still fighting, but she knew how much she weighed.

"I don't know, someone has already gone to notify the professor!"

"Should be here soon!"

The prefect of Gryffindor House replied.

at this time.

There was a stir from behind the crowd, and then they gave way to a path.

The Gryffindor prefect pulled Ron and Hermione aside.

Follow and make a way.

At this moment, Dumbledore was still in a state of confusion, and Fudge, who was with him, had a gloomy face.

In addition to the two of them, there was also a panicked Professor McGonagall.

"Stop! Kids!"

"Don't fight again!"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he used magic to separate the two, and then he dared to stride forward and stand between them.

Lest they fight together.

"Merlin! What are you doing!"

Professor McGonagall covered her chest with her hands and looked at the two people with blood on their faces. For a moment, she didn't know who to look at first.

Fortunately, Ron and Hermione showed up in time.

Went to hold Harry up.

She also quickly came to Decorah, bent down and wiped the blood from his face with her sleeves.

Mr. Fudge stared around.

Then he shouted angrily: "This is simply lawless!"

"You are too indulgent of this little lunatic! He definitely has a mental problem!"

"There's a big problem!"

"A blatant attack on the professor! This is absolutely crazy!"

After shouting irritably, he strode to Decorah's side, put his hand on his shoulder, signaled his position to Dumbledore, and comforted Decorah along the way.

This was the first time Dumbledore was in such a dilemma.

I don’t know who to talk to first, or who to comfort first.

In the end, he could only sternly condemn the students who were watching and leave.

The students quickly gathered around.

Then walked away cleanly.

No one dares to stay here to watch the excitement.

Filch immediately went to catch Peeves who had caused the incident.

Raising her hand to wipe away the blood from the corners of her eyes, Decorah stared coldly at Harry, who also looked over with fiery eyes.

"Okay... kids..."

"What happened to make you fight?"

"Being a model good friend."

"Is there something wrong between you two?"

In order to be fair and impartial, Dumbledore would turn his head left and right and look at each of them every time he said a word.

This is really incredible.

It would be normal for others to fight, but the fight between these two people was definitely the most shocking thing of the year.

A strong friendship from first grade to now.

It’s impossible to just say it’s gone.

The friendship between the two of them is so pure!

In addition, the two of them have very good personalities, so it is impossible for them to fight and fight to the death.

Normally, it would be impossible to even quarrel.

Let's fight now.

It's really unbelievable and strange.

Hermione and Ron were the most shocked. They knew their friendship better than anyone else.

Is it because...

Thinking that Decorah 'should' be a Death Eater, Hermione and Ron understood something instantly.

Maybe Harry got into a fight with Decorah because of this incident.

But obviously we can have a good discussion.

Why start a fight?

The two did not know that Decorah was responsible for Cedric's death and Voldemort's resurrection.

Because Harry didn't tell them, or anyone else.

All they knew was that the tattoo confirmed everything.

But they had never witnessed Decorah's cruelty with their own eyes, so they could not empathize with Harry's anger and panic.

"Peeves threw water balloons at us, Professor Dumbledore..."

After a long while, Harry said something that had nothing to do with fighting.

Dumbledore nodded, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Well, I will criticize and educate it."

"Now that I can talk about it, you..."

Dumbledore didn't wait for further questions.

Decorah fainted.

Professor McGonagall quickly hugged the unconscious Decorah, with a look of panic and eagerness on his face.

"We need to get him to the infirmary!"

"too frightening!"

"How come there's a fight..."

Before she could ask for help, Fudge took Decorah from her arms and picked him up.

Then he strode towards the infirmary with Professor McGonagall.

"What happened, Harry?"

Watching the three of them go away, Ron turned his head and looked at Harry, who had a panicked expression on his face.

Shaking his head, Harry was speechless.

Even though Hermione and Ron were worried, he didn't want to say why they were fighting.

"Let's go to the infirmary, kids."

Dumbledore sighed and patted Harry on the shoulder.

He motioned for them to follow him and go to the infirmary together.

Soon, they arrived at the infirmary.

At this time, Madam Pomfrey was wiping Decorah's pale face with a wet towel.

After wiping off the blood stains on it.

It was revealed that there were scratches and wounds, his forehead was red and purple, and the corners of his mouth were bruised.

It looks pitiful.

Especially paired with the messy long hair and the slightly frowning brow despite being unconscious, the whole figure looks like a stained porcelain doll.

Only to be viewed, not to be touched.

Professor McGonagall sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, covering her chest with one hand and holding Decorah's hand with the other.

A look of worry and distress.

Fudge sat beside the hospital bed, his gloomy face full of irritation and anger.

Especially after the four Dumbledores came in.

The obvious boredom was barely concealed.

"Really, I thought it was fake..."

Madam Pomfrey, who already knew that the two were injured in a fight, was full of anger. She came over and took Harry to the hospital bed next to him.

Wait until Harry sits down.

She brought a basin of water and motioned for Harry to wash the blood off his face.

Then, Madam Pomfrey took the medicine and wiped it on the cut on Decorah's face.

Move gently, be extra patient and careful.

Ron and Hermione were helping Harry carry the basin, while the other was holding a dry towel, waiting for him to finish washing.

In the quiet infirmary, there was only the sound of washing faces.

and Professor McGonagall's uneasy murmurs, as well as Fudge's annoyances and warnings.

Dumbledore, who was caught in the middle, looked helpless.