Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Unlike what everyone thought, she did not go to see Percy.

Percy is a decent man. Even though Clooney's friendship with him is growing day by day, they are very similar in some aspects. Associating with Clooney will definitely bring him what he wants, but this does not mean that he is willing to put it aside. The "defects" that one considers to be one's own are exposed in front of others. What's more, Clooney Albert's relationship with the twins is on a higher level than him.

Such hasty interruption is not only disrespectful to Percy, but also disrespectful to himself.

She just felt a little embarrassed in such an environment - she did not approve of condemning her own people in such public places, but this was other people's family matters and she shouldn't have mentioned it. But the objective atmosphere was still there. At this moment, she could only think of escaping early and making some preparations before class.

Clooney pulled the hair on her head with some annoyance and leaned against the cold white stone pillar irritably, trying to pull herself out of that mentality as quickly as possible in this way, but she was slapped on the shoulder. The hand was broken.

"Hello, Miss." The voice of the owner of this palm sounded very young, even very cheerful. When he said the word "Miss", his final tone even rose unconsciously.

But such an intimate gesture seemed inappropriate.

"Hello." Clooney straightened up and took a step forward, and the hand on her shoulder slipped involuntarily.

"I mean - have you encountered any trouble?" The hand followed her relentlessly, even holding her shoulder. "If you don't mind, can you talk to me?"

"Nothing." Clooney became a little impatient, she frowned and turned her head.

She saw the gleaming green robe and the large and complex patterns. Behind the complicated collar, a pretty face that looked somewhat honest was revealed.

After seeing her clearly, this face smiled even more cheerfully.

"What's going on?" he repeated. "Do you need my help?"

Seeing this face, Clooney couldn't get angry anymore: "It's nothing, Professor. I was just a little depressed for a while."

"Because of what?"

"Friends, and friends' families." She wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose, "Maybe there are some facts that cannot be changed, but I realize that I can't do anything about them."

"This is indeed bad." The handsome man nodded grandly, seeming to be trying his best to express his feelings. His mouth was raised like a hook, and his eyebrows moved together dramatically, which looked a little funny.

Although Clooney has a different kind of tolerance for beautiful people, this does not mean that she can accept such behavior that exceeds her own social safety distance. She wanted to politely reject this excellent new teacher who had written many excellent works, telling him that she did not need help - they were not that familiar, and although it was normal for teachers to help students, it did not mean that she Will be open to everyone.

But Gerald Lockhart obviously didn't think so. His hands tightened around Crowney's shoulders, as if he wanted her to finish talking.

"I don't know why, but I feel more irritated." Clooney thought, "If this continues, the scene may not be so decent."

She waved the wand hidden in her sleeve furtively, and Lockhart found that his hand was losing strength. But when the girl slipped away like a loach, this sudden feeling of powerlessness disappeared again.

"Girl -" he grinned, showing two neat rows of silver teeth, "Maybe you don't know me, so you're on guard against me."

"I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher - specially hired by Dumbledore - Gerold Lockhart."

He maintained his charming smile, waiting for the expected eager pursuit.

"I have long admired you, Professor." The black-haired girl smiled politely at him, "It's an honor to meet you. I hope you can have a pleasant teaching day at Hogwarts."

"I like your book "Wandering with Werewolves" very much. Under normal circumstances, people don't have the courage to put aside their prejudices and fears to accept a hidden bomb that may explode anytime and anywhere for people who don't understand it - —I admire you very much."

"That's true for the less capable - but I'm very different from them." Lockhart even took out his quill. "Want to sign, my little girl?"

The girl stepped back a little further: "I didn't bring anything, Professor. I think I won't need to sign for now - we will have a Defense Against the Dark Arts course in a while, will we meet again then?"

"A while?" Lockhart raised his eyebrows, "Let me think about it, in the first period, maybe you are a fourth-year student?"

"Yes, Professor." She said, "I need to make some preparations before class now - you want us to bring a lot of books, I don't know if we need to bring them all during class -"

"Of course not." Lockhart smiled and shook his head, "Although you still need to bring them to the classroom for the first lesson, but please believe me, I just hope that you can improve some knowledge through reading - everything is still Follow the textbook."

He winked playfully again: "But I believe you will like my class - he is definitely not boring and scripted."

"I look forward to the opportunity to discuss with you the ins and outs of living with magical creatures. Your books have inspired me a lot, and many of the entries are indeed very practical. For example, you wrote about vampires in "Traveling with Vampires" The living habits and the hierarchical system within the clan have provided a lot of help for my personal career."

"For example, I originally wanted to ask, during the transformation process of a vampire——"

"Ha!" Lockhart suddenly shouted loudly, "I just remembered that I also have to prepare for class in a while! Girl!"

"Your name--"

"Claudine Albert, Professor."

"Claudine—see you in class later!"

"Okay, professor." Clooney said goodbye to the hurried professor with a smile, "See you later."

Professor Gerald Lockhart is indeed impeccably handsome, and his smile is truly heartwarming. Crowney thought. But I don’t know why, the feeling of admiration that arose when I first came into contact with his books and understood his ideas has faded a bit: Gerald Lockhart, in his autobiography, is a great and ongoing A wizard who is constantly growing and willing to learn and improve his skills. He has traveled to various mountains and rivers, sightseeing lakes and snowy areas, and is willing to make friends with all differences. He has the patience to understand the habits of different races and is willing to respect them - even because of this, he is sometimes able to make these races fight against their own instincts (although I don't know if this is true). But he is one of the few people in the wizarding world who, despite being highly sought after and making countless money, still dares to openly express his opinions or ideals in public publications.

"My ideal birthday gift would be for all magic people and all non-magic people to live in harmony."

“Of course,” he wrote in the book, “I wouldn’t turn down a large bottle of Ogden Aged Firewhiskey.”

In Clowney's imagination, he should not have the same exaggerated personality in private as he did at the autograph session: after all, such an eager and high-spirited person would not be able to deal with these sensitive creatures. Only people with a delicate mind and strong empathy can realistically propose the idea of ​​"magical equality".

But judging from his performance, everything was wrong.