HP: Slytherin disguise

He turned his head blankly.

Decorah looked at Snape with a shocked expression.

What is it, put him in to refine it?

"Teacher, his ingredients have been used up during refining."

To prevent myself from hearing wrongly.

He said it again.

Snape, who was examining the potion made by another student, turned his head and said again: "Then put yourself in the crucible and use the water in your brain to make the potion."

Opening his eyes, Decorah noticed something was wrong.

Slowly withdrawing his gaze, he moved to other places.

Just when Snape thought Decorah had quieted down.

Decorah spoke again, and this time he was silenced.

"teacher!"

I saw Decorah suddenly shouting.

After he looked over, he pointed at a new student who was covering his mouth.

"He has a toothache."

Finally, Decorah said three words.

Turning to look outside the door, Snape said slowly: "Go to the infirmary."

Nodding, the freshman covered his mouth and ran out of the underground classroom.

Decorah rubbed her cheeks, not noticing that Snape's expression became darker.

Finally, in Decorah Sound Teacher.

The get out of class bell rang.

After remembering their homework, the freshmen left the underground classroom one after another.

Decorah felt good about herself and moved closer to Snape.

Want to be praised.

He opened his big gray-blue eyes and stared at Snape eagerly.

Maybe it's the fear of being ignored.

He didn't forget to pull Snape's black robe with his small hands and shook it.

Lowering his eyes, Snape's gloomy expression was particularly cold.

After meeting Decorah's eager gaze, he stared at it for a while and then looked away.

Decorah was a little dissatisfied with Snape's disregard for her.

He continued to tug at Snape's robes.

Draw attention to yourself.

next second.

Snape picked up the book on the desk and walked out of the underground classroom.

Climb the ladder and leave the classroom quickly.

"teacher?"

Decorah was stunned for a moment.

Didn't even praise him...

You know, he has helped so many freshmen solve their problems...

It also helped Snape share some problems.

Simply a competent student.

Don't praise him, just ignore him and leave.

Stomped his feet.

Decorah hurriedly chased after him, saying that he would also be praised today.

Snape returned to his office.

Decorah followed suit, trailing in, lingering beside Snape.

Even if Snape was checking homework and refining potions.

He was swaying from side to side, shouting from time to time.

Get Snape to notice him.

at last.

Snape simply couldn't ignore Decorah.

Because Decorah has gone from being entangled to squeezing into his arms.

Take a deep breath.

Snape said in a low tone: "Why have you been following me?"

"Didn't you say that Principal Dumbledore asked you to look at me..."

"I have to follow you all the time so that you can watch me..."

After blinking, Decorah hugged Snape's waist and buried her face in his arms.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Snape put down the medicine bottle he was holding with a sullen face.

Then, he held down Decorah's shoulders, intending to pull him away.

But Decorah is like an octopus.

Holding him tight, he would rather die than let go.

"It's great, I did very well in class."

“Excellent.”

Snape's voice was cold and he forced himself to say these two words against his will.

Decorah was even more happy when she got the compliment she wanted.

His fair face turned pink, and he hugged Snape even more reluctant to let go.

After a moment of silence.

Snape raised his hand and gently stroked the top of Decorah's head.

The gloominess on his face slowly faded away.

Finally, there is a touch of silence and softness...

Underground classroom.

"teacher!"

"speak."

"Longbottom's cauldron seems to be having trouble again!"

"explain."

"It's the bottom of the pot. It started to turn black before the water was poured in, and it smelled like rust!"

"Tell him to buy a new crucible."

"This is the new crucible. He said he bought it in Diagon Alley before school started!"

"Oh, that's just buying a fake one."

"Why?"

"To save costs, there will be vendors who mix the materials for making the crucible with porcelain and iron to make them."

"If this kind of crucible is used too much, it will be flammable and explosive."

Opening his eyes, Decorah quickly took a few steps back.

This means that Neville has been using this cauldron for more than a week.

maybe.

Then they all explode.

"You and your deskmate should use a crucible to refine it first..."

Decorah immediately stopped Neville from using the cauldron.

This is the last class of the afternoon.

In a Potions class in Gryffindor and Hufflepuff houses.

As Snape's 'favorite' disciple.

Decorah naturally had to worry about his teacher and continued to take classes with him.

By the way, always observe the movements of the students.

Perhaps noticing that Decorah was no longer as gloomy and irritable as he was in the morning, these students breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel filled with joy.

But if Vandekola is extremely irritable, then this class will definitely be a hellish danger and torture.

After all, it has been reported that Decora hit the prefect with a book.

This level of rage is no less than a bomb.

Turning around, Decorah continued to wander around.

Snape was sitting behind the desk, flipping through the Potions books.

The students stood quietly in their seats.

He lowered his head and refined the magic potion required for this lesson.

Restoration Potion is this class assignment.

Staring at the hand in front of him carefully, Decorah paid attention to its movements and every step.

Ron swallowed, his scalp numb.

Nervous hands kept shaking.

He looked at Hermione beside him for help, but unfortunately Hermione couldn't do anything.

She shook her head at Ron, indicating that there was nothing she could do.

Ron looked up and looked at Harry in the front row.

Harry turned his head, his eyes blank, and after noticing his request for help, he looked at Decorah.

At this moment, Decorah didn't pay attention to anything else, just staring at Ron's hand.

Finally after looking at it for a minute.

Decorah directly raised his hand, held Ron's wrist, raised it, turned around and shouted: "Teacher!"

Snape, who was sitting behind the lectern, said without raising his head: "Tell me."

"Weasley's hands are shaking!"

Ron was so frightened that he almost screamed, and his hands shook even more.

Hermione looked worried.

She was afraid of Ron, and she fainted from fright the next second.

"If you don't touch him, don't get close to him, don't look at him, he won't tremble."

Snape glanced up and continued reading the textbook.

"Oh…"

Nodding, Decorah thoughtfully let go of Ron's hand.

Then, take a few steps back.

It created an illusion for Ron that he had left.

Sure enough, Ron took a deep breath and his hands slowly stopped shaking.

And he still had the intention to turn around and complain about him to Hermione.

After noticing Hermione's tight lips and Harry's silent eyes.

Ron suddenly felt a sinister wind coming from behind him!