HP: Slytherin disguise

"Clean up!"

Just when Decorah gradually realized something was wrong.

Luna removed the wand from behind her ear.

Cast the spell directly on him.

"You didn't wipe it clean?"

Decorah understood completely.

He quickly touched his face with his hand.

Smiling and shaking her head, Luna tucked the wand behind her left ear again.

Then go around the long table.

Just take Decorah's hand, no matter what his reaction is.

He held his hand and ran out of the auditorium.

Decorah looked back at the food on the long table in the auditorium.

No matter how reluctant you are to give up.

I still gave up the idea of ​​continuing to eat.

Everything happened so suddenly.

The students watched blankly as the 'crazy girl' student from Ravenclaw House pulled Decorah out of the auditorium.

Especially Ravenclaw students.

His face was full of disbelief and acceptance.

Eventually, it turned into anger and rejection.

"All sit down."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Umbridge.

He raised his hand to signal the students to sit down and continue eating dinner.

After snickering twice, Professor Flitwick quickly jumped out of his chair and began to eat.

Pouting.

Umbridge snorted.

He turned around and said, "Professor Flitwick, please put down the tableware."

"Come with me to get your height measured."

.........

Down the gentle slope of the quiet meadow.

Two figures walked slowly towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

under the moonlight.

The long silver hair and the long golden hair are both extremely dazzling.

Like the only sign in the dark night.

"Have you seen Thestrals?"

Luna shook her head slowly, closing her eyes and enjoying the night wind and the silent wilderness.

He glanced at the dark Forbidden Forest.

Decorah walked around in front of Luna, walked back, and said seriously: "No."

"Because I've never been on a school carriage."

"The only time I didn't have to take a boat was when Dumbledore took me to school this semester."

"I have heard."

"The carriage at Hogwarts is pulled by Thestrals."

The boy's back was turned to the darkness, and the moonlight shone on his long silver hair.

As if coated with a layer of holy light.

It's something that can't be ignored.

His bright gray-blue eyes.

It's like he can talk.

As if he noticed the stunned look of the person in front of him, the smile on his face was slightly puzzled.

After reacting.

Luna raised her chin and her gaze drifted towards the Forbidden Forest.

"There are thestrals raised in the Forbidden Forest. We only need fresh blood to attract them out."

"Oh, do you want to go and see it together?"

Decorah stretched out her hand, inquiry written all over her delicate face.

"Of course." Luna nodded without thinking and put her hand on Decola's stretched out hand.

Follow him.

Toward the Forbidden Forest.

There is no light in the dark forbidden forest.

It is also difficult for the moonlight to shine through the heavy branches and leaves.

Keep walking in the dark.

The surroundings became increasingly quiet.

At last.

The only sounds left were the scraping of their clothes and the sound of their footsteps.

From time to time, I would step on branches.

Makes a crisp sound.

In the dark night.

The two of them stood close together and walked aimlessly deeper.

Holding hands.

Let both of you know that each other is by your side.

I don't know how long it took.

Luna stopped and was quiet for a while.

Then he said: "It should be nearby."

Decorah released his right hand from hers.

Head tilted.

After confirming that there is a tree next to it.

He directly clenched his fists and rubbed his knuckles against the tree.

Accompanied by a low rubbing sound.

The smell of blood filled the air.

"Your blood tastes so strange."

"It smells like cane wood."

In the dark night, Luna suddenly made a voice.

Although Decorah didn't feel anything strange.

after all.

He smelled the ordinary smell of blood.

"What does the scent of cane wood smell like?"

Decorah was a little curious about what the scent of cane wood in Luna's mouth would taste like.

A low laugh came.

Luna smiled but said nothing.

Decorah is left to guess.

The two waited for a while.

Didn't even wait for Yeqi to come.

Decorah suspected that there was too little blood and the smell didn't travel far.

'Puff'

The sound of sharp objects cutting through flesh was heard.

There was a ticking sound.

"Pull with this."

Luna pressed a wet stone into Decorah's hand.

Simultaneously.

There was hot liquid dripping from her left hand onto Decorah's hand.

It's blood.

Lowering his head, Decorah used the sharp end of the stone to cut his right hand.

Accompanied by a sharp sting.

Warm blood surged out instantly.

around the two of them.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air.

"Where did you get the stone?"

Leaning against the tree next to him, Decorah weighed the stone.

Why didn't he know when Luna picked up rocks?

Not picked up.

Who is a good person who would carry stones with him?

And it's such a sharp stone.

"This is a stone in the lake that was stranded."

"It has seen the world under the lake and the changes in time."

"It's a living stone."

"It's also time that sharpens its edges."

Luna said strange things in her erratic tone.

If it were someone else.

She probably already thought she was a weirdo.

But Decorah doesn't think so.

Humans are the most complex creatures.

Everyone's thinking structure is different.

It’s just a popular way of thinking.

This kind of thinking.

Will reject special and novel thinking.

The special is the strange.

Also eccentric.

Unsociable.

Decorah doesn't think his thinking is special, but he doesn't reject the special either.

"Can you see its story?"

Lift the stone above your head to a place with moonlight above.

Decorah studied the stone carefully.

This is an extremely ordinary stone.

The only thing that's not ordinary.

That is its sharp corner.

At this moment, the stone was covered with the blood of the two people.

The blood was somewhat dried.

But still sticky.

Just touching it makes people uncomfortable.

The blood gushing from the palm of his hand slid down his arm and into his sleeve, making Decorah feel a chill.

He quickly held the stone.

Lower your hands.

"Its story, only it and time know."

Luna happily spun around in a circle.

The wound on her left hand also spilled blood as she moved it.

"Your wound is hurting."

"how about yours?"

"I can't feel its scream."

"Oh? Then how do you know that my wound is hurting?"

"Because it was scratched."

"The blood was oozing out and it must have hurt."

The conversation between the two people was very clear in the silent night.

When the sound of the last words faded away.

Neither of them spoke.

It was like it came to a sudden halt.

There was the sound of branches snapping in the distance.

Something seemed to be slowly approaching them.

Decorah looked over.

It is a scrawny creature.

It has a pair of wings similar to those of a bat.

There is no flesh on the body, only skin sticking tightly to the frame.

The distance was too far, and Decorah couldn't see clearly.

Although he has good night vision.

Sudden.

There was a light around me.

Decorah quickly raised his hand to cover it.

After all, he got used to the darkness.

The sudden light was really dazzling.