HP: Slytherin disguise

A new semester.

First day of school.

All the students were happily walking with their friends whom they had not seen during the holiday.

While chatting, we headed to the auditorium.

The freshmen, with faces filled with apprehension and nervousness, formed groups and walked to the auditorium.

Right in the middle of breakfast.

A student ran in. He pointed to the hall and shouted to the professors: "The fight is about to begin!"

"Blood! It's all blood!"

The noisy auditorium fell silent for a moment.

Then he burst into exclamation.

Dumbledore got up and walked out of the auditorium, while stopping the students from getting up to watch the excitement.

Umbridge, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, stood up.

He followed Dumbledore out with his head held high.

Professor McGonagall followed him out uneasily, fearing that something big had happened.

"I should really strangle you to death!"

Fred yelled.

He held his nose, which was bleeding and broken again, with pain on his face.

George fell to the ground, unable to move.

Already under the petrification curse.

With his eyes red, Fred rushed forward again unwillingly.

Decorah directly raised his blood-stained fist and smashed it mercilessly.

Extra hard.

Straight away, Fred's bleeding nose was crooked.

Now, Fred's eyes were so black that he couldn't even see clearly.

Overestimating one's abilities with these two.

He still wanted to take revenge on his own people, and Decorah didn't want to let them go.

He raised his leg and kicked Fred down.

Decorah picked up the long sword in the armor hand next to him and slashed at it.

"stop!"

A solemn shout came.

Decorah's hand was held down, and he turned his head to look over fiercely.

The person holding his hand was a shocked Professor McGonagall.

It was Dumbledore who stopped him.

Umbridge glanced at Fred and George lying on the ground, with a gloating expression on her face.

"I think the two students were pretending to be injured."

Her tone was full of sarcasm, not caring about their bloody noses.

However, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall ignored her at all.

"They are students!"

Dumbledore's tone was serious and he looked like he was about to get angry.

Dropping the long sword on the ground, Decorah said coldly: "Student?"

"These two damn fools are trying to get me into trouble."

"I think they should be fired!"

Frowning, Decorah's aura of superiority was very strong and could not be dissipated.

Stayed at the Ministry of Magic for a long time.

Naturally, there is official authority and that kind of psychology, as well as the leader's tone.

"But you can't do it, let alone cast spells on students!"

"I can't fire them either. It's not a big mistake!"

"And, you should pay attention..."

Dumbledore stared at Decorah, his tone serious.

But Decorah didn't wait for him to finish.

"Oh, what should I notice?"

"What happened if I did it?"

Decorah broke away from Professor McGonagall's hand, stepped forward and stared at Dumbledore and continued:

"If you don't like it, fire me. If you don't like it, fire me!"

"Do you understand?"

The irritated tone was extremely extreme, and Decorah seemed to be driven into panic.

His gray-blue eyes looked directly into Dumbledore's.

Very cold, very irritable, very disgusting.

It was a look that Dumbledore had never seen before, and he had never seen from Decorah's eyes.

No one has ever looked at him like this!

What stunned Dumbledore the most was the boredom in Decorah's eyes!

He couldn't believe that Decorah would look at him like this.

I will talk to him in this tone.

Professor McGonagall's face was filled with shock. She covered her chest with her hands, unable to believe that these words came from Decorah's mouth.

Umbridge watched intently, with a smile on her face.

The students in the auditorium heard the sound, but they did not dare to come out. After all, Dumbledore had said that they would not be allowed to come out and left the long table.

"Why...say that?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Still, I have a headache..."

Dumbledore shook his head unconsciously, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Decorah.

"Why do you always think that I am sick because I have my own temper?"

"Or, if I sound harsh, it means I'm sick?"

Decorah really couldn't stand it anymore, he was already very irritable.

What's more, since Fred and George dared to scare him.

It almost scared him out of his wits.

He even replaced the 'you' he always called Dumbledore with you.

Dumbledore wasn't talking to Decorah.

He looked at Professor McGonagall and said, "Take the two of them to the infirmary. Decorah and I will go to the office to talk."

"it is good…"

Professor McGonagall was hesitant to speak, but finally nodded in agreement.

She called to Umbridge, and together she helped Fred and George to the infirmary.

Although she didn't want to go, Umbridge also knew that it would be no big deal to stay.

So I reluctantly went.

"Let's go to the office and talk."

Dumbledore glanced at the students in the auditorium, stretching their heads.

Turning his head, he said softly.

Decorah sneered and followed him up the marble stairs.

After entering the principal's office.

Decorah sat on the chair in front of the desk and stared at Dumbledore as he walked around behind the desk and sat down.

He just kept looking.

"What happened, kid."

"Why is your mood...temper always in an extreme state?"

"I've discovered that this was not your intention."

"We can understand that your mood is being affected because of the headache?"

Dumbledore's voice was gentle and his whole person was extremely kind.

He was afraid of angering Decorah.

Because, Decorah's irritability just now was because of his tone and expression.

Sure enough, his tone made Decorra feel a lot calmer.

"I don't want to stay at Hogwarts forever."

"This is really annoying, a bunch of boring students, boring classes!"

"They just make a disgusting racket!"

"You should know what I mean."

"I hate Hogwarts."

"I hate the people inside even more."

Decorah was agitated and irritable.

His hands had already left traces on the desk.

"Kid, I probably understand your emotions."

"You hate noise and sudden noises, don't you?"

"It can make you moody."

Standing up, Dumbledore walked over, raised his hand and patted Decorah on the shoulder.

Soothing his tense emotions.

Decorah raised her head, stared at Dumbledore for a while, and then said, "Yes."

Dumbledore nodded and thought for a long time.

Then he sighed slowly.

He turned around, walked to a bookshelf, and looked at the books on it.

"You can leave Hogwarts at any time."

"But you can't leave for more than a week at a time."

"Practical class... you watch and choose a time for them to teach."

"Don't worry Harry, nothing will happen to him at Hogwarts."

After a long time, Dumbledore slowly spoke...