Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Stupid Potter!" On the first day of school, the dark Professor Snape roared and rushed into his private office. After the sorting ceremony, Clooney obediently returned to the Potions Professor's office to help prepare materials that may be needed for the new semester.

The poor wooden door barely let out an overwhelmed groan as Snape slammed it angrily: "You never know what he will do in the next second!"

"What's wrong with him?" Clooney asked in surprise while putting away the medicinal materials neatly arranged on the table, "I'm still wondering why you all disappeared before the sorting was over."

"Your dear savior."

"I never said that, Professor."

Snape glared at her fiercely, and then continued: "He drove the Weasley family's 'flying' junk car! He came to school with that brat from the Weasley family!"

"He has become so arrogant!"

"Stupid! Reckless! Like an idiot! Even the troll is much smarter than him!"

It seemed that Snape was very angry, Clowney thought. If Snape was not so angry in normal times, Clowney guessed that he would use some more vicious descriptions to help him vent his anger, such as the ignorant and incompetent underground rat woman or the person who has not grown a brain. Paramecium or something.

But now Snape just cursed very bluntly.

"He's usually pretty good." Clooney touched the tip of his pen, "And I don't think he would be so stupid - there may be some reasons for this."

She put her things away and poured herself and Snape a cup of tea with great ease. There were several small bright yellow chrysanthemums floating in the teacup. After they felt Snape's displeased gaze, a few of them sank to the bottom of the cup unbearably.

"The train is moving very fast. It will take a while." She took a big sip of tea. "Even if this car is enchanted, Professor. It won't be much faster than the train. Although they are small, they are You’re not stupid enough to make yourself so uncomfortable.”

"Maybe it's my fault." She sighed, "I've been too tired recently to pay attention to what happened to them recently, but I believe they wouldn't do such a thing out of nowhere."

"What does this have to do with you! Does Slattery's know-it-all have to take care of everything?" Snape replied coldly, but his tone was much better, "If I were Dumbledore, I would be ruthless Lock them up severely and let these parameciums quickly evolve to the next stage!"

finally come! This long-lost adjective!

"So I guess you didn't eat well at all." Cloney snickered, "You eat first, today Coco prepared veal steak - I think it tastes very good, you have to try it!

"I have to go back first?"

She paused: "I will talk to Harry tomorrow, professor, don't worry too much."

Snape only felt that she was being extremely noisy, and her words were getting more and more outrageous. He pursed his lips fiercely, and then kicked her out of the door angrily: "Go away! Albert!"

He had never felt that he would have such emotions as "care" for Harry Potter, a reckless boy.

Never.

"Okay, Professor." Clooney completely understood the thoughts of this tough-talking and soft-hearted professor, and she was also very willing to provide the soil for the people she respected and liked to express her personality.

She walked out of the dark office obediently and closed the door.

"Then I'll talk to you about this later."

The next day, before Clooney and Harry could talk, a wet red envelope flew out from the Gryffindor table. Crowney was very sharp and recognized the embarrassed little owl - it was Errol. After dropping the wet letter, the little bird circled around the Gryffindor table, then turned and flew towards the Slytherin table.

"Errol." Clowney smiled and let the little owl, whose mental state had improved a lot, stay on her shoulder. It stood on her shoulder, just about to shiver fiercely to shake off the moisture on its body. As it left, the black-haired witch touched its wings and said, "You look much better."

The moment the girl's hand touched its wings, the moisture turned into an obvious white smoke and began to float upwards, eventually leaving nothing behind.

It feels so refreshing at the moment!

The owl nuzzled her cheek and chirped for a while before reluctantly flying away. But no one at the Slytherin table paid much attention to this matter, because there was something more attractive to them: Ron received a howling letter - and the letter had already begun to smoke.

This incident is extremely strange for the children of Slytherin: everyone knows that shouting letters is too loud, and most Slytherins are not willing to face themselves in such an embarrassing situation. On display for all to see. What's more - in front of other people - and you don't know whether you know them or not, to be scolded in a harsh tone is not only embarrassing but also embarrassing.

Several Slytherin snakes had already stood up from the long table, anticipating what was about to happen.

Clooney stuffed the naughty boys around her back into their original positions, pulled their stretched necks back, and then began to enjoy the first roaring letter she had ever seen in her life.

"Ron Weasley!" A long slit was pulled out of the red envelope, and it was suspended in mid-air and began to roar angrily. Now the entire auditorium looked over, "You stole the car, if they I won’t be surprised at all if I fire you, you can see how I will deal with you then!”

Mrs. Weasley did not shy away from the affairs of their family at all, and the voice of shouting the letter was so loud that Clooney even heard the sparse laughter that started to sound from everywhere in the auditorium. At this moment, Slytherin looked like a cave where kookaburras gathered, with rattling sounds coming and going, making it extremely noisy.

But nothing could be heard from the roaring letter, and it paid no attention to the recipient's embarrassing emotions. It still stuck out its bright red tongue and shouted: "This is all your fault! Your father will be scrutinized at work: If you don’t follow the rules again, we will take you back immediately!”

Immediately afterwards, the letter made a fierce face with its tongue sticking out, and then tore itself into pieces.

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin burst into laughter at this time. Ron and Harry sat dumbly in their seats, as if they had been frightened. They didn't seem to hear the laughter of the people around them. The performance of the other Weasleys was even more different: the Weasley twins were standing on their seats and bowing around, as if it was a great feat they had performed - for them, such an adventure was is the best! Mr. Weasley only received a censorship letter: and the so-called laws were all drafted by Mr. Weasley. The legal processes and procedures of the Ministry of Magic are messy and in line with Muggles, so there will be no problem! They have such confidence!

But Percy, this proud but sensitive boy, looked as stiff as a figure carved from plaster at this moment: his face was pale, and even his lips had lost the color of their blood, although no one around him made a sound of ridicule. , but a few people did secretly glance at his reaction with the corner of their eyes - in fact, he did feel terrible.

Percy smiled stiffly, and then politely signaled to the people around him. Kleiny only saw him awkwardly nodding to the people around him, then hunched over and rushed out of the auditorium quickly.

Helles followed Clooney's gaze and said pitifully, "He must be extremely embarrassed."

"He really doesn't look like a Weasley." Hellas turned his attention back to the Weasley twins who were greeting the classmates around them. "At least he seems to be extraordinarily well-behaved."

"He looks more like a Ravenclaw," Emilia continued, "or a Slytherin."

"But he's in Gryffindor." Clooney's index finger traced the corner of her lips, and then began to rub it repeatedly, which made her look like she was thinking about something big.

"We cannot deny that everyone has more or less common traits, but what they present may not be the same as what they themselves have."

"Maybe Gryffindors don't need to be full of courage and happiness all the time."

She picked up a tissue and lightly wiped the corners of her mouth, then pushed away the stool behind her: "I'll excuse you for a moment."