Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

After the battle-like morning, Clooney finally had time to rest for a while. She now plans to walk around campus and get acquainted with the place. But the Weasleys dragged her around happily and didn't give her any time to think about the problem alone.

In the morning, they found all the classrooms they needed to go to for this year's courses and recorded the maps. They also found the library and the school's owl room where they could study together - but they didn't go in because they were too busy. Most importantly, they found the kitchen. When they entered the kitchen, a group of strange-looking humanoid creatures were busy doing their own thing. George told Claudine that they were collectively called domestic elves. These house elves looked completely different from the goblins of Gringotts. They spoke in a humble tone and turned their gazes towards them tremblingly from time to time.

So she pulled the Weasleys and hurriedly exited the kitchen. She was thinking that if Hogwarts didn't need to pay for food, she couldn't bring some fresh ingredients to Black - after all, cat food was not the best choice for cats. But that was obviously not the right time to disturb them.

After they had visited most of the places in the castle, it was almost noon. They separated at the door of the auditorium and walked to the long tables of their respective colleges. The Weasleys started laughing and joking again almost as soon as they sat down, and it took a while before they started eating.

Clooney was in a good mood today because today she had her favorite veal steak, which was neither too rare nor too cooked. The sauce drizzled on it was very delicious. Paired with a sip of orange juice, it felt like she had reached heaven.

"Albert." A girl called, "So you are here."

It was Wilson, this time sitting next to her with Frey.

"You can call me Crowney." Crowney said, "Hello, the veal steak today is very good. Do you want to try it?"

Wilson and Frey also picked up a piece of veal steak and began to taste it.

"You performed very well today," Frey said. "You were the first person to turn a match into a needle. How did you do it?"

"I previewed all the courses during the vacation." Clooney said sheepishly, "After all, magic is so amazing."

This time neither Wilson nor Frey answered. They looked at each other and continued to eat lunch in silence.

Crowney seemed to realize something, but she couldn't verify the idea yet. She thought for a while while eating, and answered by herself: "The most important thing about transfiguration is to outline in your mind the appearance of the thing you want to transform. The richer the details, the better - the more specific details will be The easier you make it to transform, the less magic it will consume.”

"So the easiest thing is to transform the object into the most common or familiar thing in your life. You can also try it next time."

"Thank you, Albert," Wilson said. "We'll give it a try next time."

Frey nodded reservedly and received: "Thank you."

Their appetites seemed very small. They were full after eating only a small piece of steak, and then walked out of the auditorium in pairs. Albert ate nearly two steaks, some potatoes and a large plate of vegetable salad.

"Am I eating too much?" She thought a little shyly. Although she usually eats so much at home, none of the children around her are like her. "But they're really delicious."

The Weasley brothers were still enjoying their meal in the Great Hall. After saying goodbye to them, she walked out of the Great Hall. There are more and more people in the auditorium, and groups of students are filing in. The boy in the same direction as her grabbed her sleeve.

"Claudie!" he said, "On the day of the sorting, I saw that you were not very happy, but I never had the chance to see you."

"Are you ok?"

It was Cedric, his honey-colored eyes staring at him intently. He was also alone, holding two books in his right hand.

"If you have time, maybe you would like to talk to me?" Cedric asked.

"Okay!" Clooney said, "Then let's find a place to talk!"

They walked side by side to the courtyard and found a stone bench where there were people in the courtyard and sat down side by side.

"What happened? Clowney?" he asked.

"I wanted to be in the same college as you." Clooney said sheepishly, "So I was a little disappointed that day."

"I never thought I'd be sorted in Slytherin."

Cedric laughed: "Actually, I'm thinking about this too."

"I was still worried about why you didn't come to Hufflepuff! You really don't look like a Slytherin." Cedric said, "I haven't had time to talk to you more before. I also want to If you and I are assigned to the same college, we will have time to chat more."

"But we are still in the same school, and we are still classmates in the same school!" he comforted.

"Thank you, Cedric." Claudio said, "You are the first friend I made in the wizarding world! You are so kind!"

"I'm not so depressed now." She laughed, "But I haven't made any other friends."

"Sometimes, I feel a little strange - I don't know if it's offensive to say this, but I can't figure out why." She asked sheepishly, "Whenever I talk about topics related to the Muggle world My classmates would act weird, like they didn't want to talk about it."

Cedric frowned: "There are some wizards who don't like Muggles very much, and most of the descendants of these wizards are indeed in Slytherin. In most cases, Slytherin only accepts pure-blood wizards, uh, you Do you know what a pure-blood wizard is?"

Clooney nodded: "I can roughly understand that pure blood should refer to the wizards in the family who have always lived in the magical world?"

"Yes, Clowney." Cedric said, "Pure-blood wizards hate Muggles. Some of them think that Muggles are the source of all riots."

Clooney has seen important magical events in the twentieth century. In the history of wizards, there was a man called Lord Voldemort. He was an extreme purist, but he was dramatically killed by a little boy. defeated. With his defeat, his followers fell apart. But she didn't expect that such extreme racist ideas not only survived, but were also widely recognized in campus life.

Inherent ideas are difficult to change unless they are impacted by a more powerful force. But she thought the war was powerful enough.

"You may need to pay more attention." Cedric warned, "Although I don't know why you were sorted into Slytherin, it may be best for you not to mention the Muggle world in front of your Slytherin classmates."

"Thank you Cedric!" Clowney said, "You helped me a lot!"

"Don't say that, it's a very small thing!" Cedric said, "I'm relieved to see you doing well! Since you're okay, we can talk about it another day! We have classes in the afternoon! "

"Me too." Clooney nodded, "Then we'll see you next time! Let's go back for lunch first!"

They walked to the corridor together, said goodbye to each other, and walked towards their respective lounges.

When she returned to the dormitory, her roommates were already lying on the bed and resting quietly.

In the afternoon there are Defense Against the Dark Arts and flying lessons. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was a brown-haired man with an exaggerated tone. He spent the entire class stumbling about what the Defense Against the Dark Arts class would bring to everyone, his proud deeds in using Defense Against the Dark Arts, and An eight-inch paper assignment titled "On the Importance of Defense Against the Dark Arts" was assigned.

But the second flying lesson in the afternoon made Clooney look forward to it - if she were a Muggle, she might never be able to imagine the joy of flying freely in the sky.

The Slytherin students stood neatly on the grass and waited, while the Gryffindors came to the grass one by one, pushing and jostling.

Of course, the two red-haired young men at the head were particularly conspicuous.

The flying teacher has short, sleek hair and two eyes that are as beautiful as an eagle's yellow, like flawless amber. She glanced at all the students with her sharp eyes, and then shouted: "Don't wait any longer! Everyone, get moving!"

"Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up!" she snapped.

Everyone chose their brooms in a hurry. Clooney looked at the broomstick she was assigned. It was a little worn, but the branches were still intact, but the messy branches of different lengths at the end indicated that it could not be used to sweep the floor.

"Stretch out your right hand and place it on top of the broom handle." The teacher shouted from the front, "Then say: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Clooney's broom nervously raised its tail end, then tilted one end of the handle, and then suddenly jumped into her hand.

"This broom is quite naughty." Claudio thought, "It seems like it has its own temper and personality."

Next, Ms. Hodge showed them how to ride on a broom without sliding off, and then asked them to sit on the broom and spread their legs vigorously before falling back to the ground.

Clooney's broom obediently took her slightly off the ground. It felt like riding a bicycle, but the broom was much smarter than the bicycle, which made her more comfortable.

The Weasley brothers were not so obedient. They happily flew around on the ground on their broomsticks and ran rampant. The Gryffindors were all upset, and an angry Ms. Hooch told them to stop.

But soon after Ms. Hodge saw that most people successfully made their brooms fly, she stopped stopping them.

"Students who have already succeeded can fly slowly at low altitude, but they must not fly too high!" She said while staring at Fred and George. "Students who have not yet learned how to fly come with me."

Ms. Hodge led the trembling or dissatisfied students to the grass on the other side.