HP: Slytherin disguise

After a few random pulls.

Decorah turned away and walked over the steps to the front door.

He had no patience to continue talking nonsense.

It's really boring.

But there is something attractive about Harry.

Decorah would not be bored or want to pay attention to it.

Obviously.

His words and departure.

Harry stayed where he was without making any movement.

"changed…"

Harry whispered inexplicably.

He just stared blankly at Decorah's leaving figure.

The moonlight is extremely bright.

Extremely bright.

Her steps paused just as she was about to walk out the front door.

Decorah stood still.

His brows moved slightly.

Seems to be struggling with something.

Decorah closed her eyes as her fingers grasped her left wrist forcefully.

Sharp nails pierced his wrists.

A trace of blood seeped out.

A clear tingling sensation entered Decorah's mind.

Explain the current situation.

A choice to be made.

Slowly open your eyes.

Decora stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips.

He turned around.

He looked at Harry who was stunned and lost in thought.

"Harry."

The crisp voice was filled with laughter.

It's so familiar.

Harry woke up instantly and looked at Decorah with a bright smile in disbelief.

The smile on his lips became softer.

Decorah walked back slowly.

Arrive at the foot of the foyer steps.

He stretched out his arms and said with a smile: "There have been a lot of things lately, so I am in a bad mood."

"I just thought about it."

"There is something wrong with my tone and attitude."

"You wouldn't mind, would you?"

Can't help but walk down the steps.

Harry raised his hand blankly.

I want to touch Decorah’s delicate face.

he wanted to know.

Is this true…

Decorah had just called him: Harry.

Explained to him the reason for his impatience...

but…

That's not the case with Decorah...

Harry froze.

He forgot what Decorah was supposed to be like!

what does it look like…

Decorah hugged Harry's neck and turned her head to avoid his outstretched hand.

Then he stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear:

"do you remember?"

"When we first met."

"I want to be friends with you."

"You agreed and said we would be best friends..."

"But…"

"Why are you so distant from me now?"

There was a smile in his gray-blue eyes.

Decorah's hand pressed the back of Harry's neck.

The faint force of his hand made Harry feel pain.

I also woke up a lot.

"I'm not alienating you!"

"I don't!"

After Harry reacted, he explained in a panic.

Even he himself didn't notice a trace of hesitation and panic flashing in his eyes.

His tone was even more stuttering.

He laughed silently and disdainfully.

Decorah tilted her head and looked directly at Harry.

What did he see?

Through the glasses, is there a guilty conscience behind those green eyes?

Pretty smart.

At least I know not to be silent, and I also know who to stay away from.

It's quite interesting.

It seems that his hesitation and struggle just now were wrong.

To be soft-hearted to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.

There really is no choice at all...

Decorah felt disdainful of his judgment just now.

It's just a matter of thought.

He was about to give up and turn around and leave directly.

And leave.

It means he is into the drama.

"There was something you said last grade that was right."

"I'm so good, why should I follow Voldemort?"

"Obviously, he has some value..."

"Tsk~"

"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

Decorah had wanted to say more, to let Harry know something.

But then I thought about it.

This idiot doesn't have much brains either.

It's nonsense to say it.

"You just need to know that Voldemort is not qualified to make me surrender."

"Of course the one I admire most is Principal Dumbledore~"

"As a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Everything I do is related to Principal Dumbledore and is also for your benefit."

"Who made you the savior?"

Her fair cheeks were tinged with pink.

Decorah hugged Harry who was stiff in a very casual manner.

Rest your chin on his shoulder.

"Hmm~"

"You also know that Voldemort wants to kill you."

"I sent the Soul Eater not to monitor Hogwarts, but to protect you."

"Make sure you're not in any danger."

"You can't trust anyone during this period."

"We can't even believe some baseless information and inexplicable letters."

"Do you get me?"

The calm tone contained a hint of threat.

Harry's heart palpitated a little, and his whole body felt extremely uncomfortable.

He only felt that Decorah was very strange, very strange, very strange...

Inexplicably strange!

Even though Decorah had spoken coldly to him before, he knew that it was the familiar Decorah.

but now.

It's obviously still the same smile and tone.

The feeling of strangeness is extremely strong.

Reached the highest ever!

Got no reply.

Decorah's eyes darkened a little.

The hand on Harry's back was raised, trying to choke his neck.

But not touched yet.

He gave up.

Instead, he stepped back and took Harry's hand.

With a puzzled look on his face, he said, "What's wrong with you Harry?"

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Smiling unnaturally, Harry was confused again.

He no longer remembers what Decorah was like before.

Even if it’s a stranger.

He didn't know why it was strange.

Can't even find the problem.

Could it be that I am overthinking it?

Harry began to doubt himself because Decorah was so natural now.

It was as if there was no barrier between them before.

Yes.

They are friends…

Harry subconsciously didn't want to admit that he had forgotten what kind of person Decorah used to be.

He deluded himself.

Nothing has changed.

He was thinking too much.

Sometimes it's not stupid or stupid.

But it has been forgotten.

Bystanders clear, the authorities are fascinated.

He couldn't see through it anymore.

I am also completely trapped, and what others say is whatever it is.

Lost one's judgment.

"Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Decorah smiled brightly.

"No...no more..."

Harry had a splitting headache and felt like the whole world had been torn apart.

True and false.

He didn't know what he was doing.

What are you thinking about?

I don’t even know how to face Decorah.

At last.

He pulled away from Decorah's hand.

Run away in embarrassment.

Choose to escape…

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands.

Decorah frowned and clicked his tongue in disgust.

He took out his wand.

Give yourself a clean slate.

Turning around, Decorah looked up at the bright moon.

"What an idiot. Do you doubt yourself?"

"It's boring..."

"I just don't know how much I believe it."

With a cold smile on her face, Decorah laughed.

He walked out the front door and headed outside Hogwarts...

A gentle breeze blew across the grass.

The sound of rustling friction kept coming and going.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the whole land fell into darkness and silence.