Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Harry, her sensitive and eager little boy, might make wrong judgments due to personal preferences when faced with some things, but this time, Claudia had to admit that he was right.

"Lockhart really doesn't understand anything, but I can only talk about it here."

When she said this, there were only two Gryffindor boys sitting next to Clooney who looked stunned by what she said.

The conversation with Lockhart that day was not just an academic discussion (perhaps Lockhart didn't think so), it was also a mutual trial.

Lockhart was a little too conceited, or the person he was facing was too young. Even if she was famous and he had not actually worked or interacted with her, it would be difficult for him to show the kind of attitude he needed to face all kinds of people. Treat her as if she is the counterparty to an exchange agreement, asking for benefits in any way.

Clooney took out the thick brown paper from his pocket again. Because the paper had been rudely ravaged, even if the current owner didn't know how to fold it flat, Harry could still see the above. There are rows of ravines that rise up from time to time.

"This -" Ron reached out and took the piece of paper, "This is just a piece of paper. It still looks like it was fished out of some corner or paper basket."

"Is that so?" Harry also turned his head to look, but he found something different.

"This has a spell written on it."

"That's right." Clooney nodded, "What else?"

"It's hard for me to think that this has anything to do with your realization that Lockhart is a idiot, Lenny." Harry pursed his lips and showed an awkward smile, "These contents seem to be just someone's self-report. Just a fragment——"

"Yes!" Ron shouted, "Then who is he talking to?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"That's the problem!" Clooney also came closer, "You touch and see the place where you swim."

Harry touched the name that was covered by ink. Even though it was smudged by the ink dots, the hard tip of the quill still left a deep mark on the paper.

"GIDERO--" Ron rubbed the letters one by one, "What's the last one? G?"

"It's Gilderoy!" said Harry. "The last letter is Y!"

"It's Gilderoy!"

His eyes widened: "Who is this talking to Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"I just said what I said was right!" Ron tugged on Harry's sleeve excitedly, "I just said it! I said it! It was just what he said he had experienced!"

"He quoted other people's experiences! He's a piece of shit! A vase with nothing but appearances!"

"If it were just like this, I might not be able to draw such an insulting conclusion." Clooney still looked extremely calm, and her tone was not infected by the joy of the two boys because of the successful decryption, "But in When he and I were discussing the spell you saw, he actually asked me to experiment on my own."

"What's the problem?" Another voice that didn't belong to anyone here came from the other side of the corridor, "Whoa!"

As soon as the sound arrived, Harry felt like he was squeezed by something. Immediately afterwards, Ron's two brothers, who always had many fantastic ideas, put their arms around their shoulders very freely.

"What's the problem?" Claudio's originally calm expression showed a very rare trace of disgust. Harry didn't guess that this disgust was directed at that matter, but he believed that it must not be directed at the two naughty people. senior.

"Can magic experiments be done casually?" Harry saw Clooney's fingers wrapped around her chest suddenly rub the brass eagle pendant hanging on her shirt, "Even the fluorescent flashing changes are not allowed." It may cause irreversible magical accidents, not to mention such an unknown magic spell whose danger of success has been affirmed and confirmed by the person involved."

"What if I was really stupid and just explored the real gesture on my own, or mispronounced it," she frowned, "what would be the consequences?"

The boys fell silent. Even Fred and George know that they need to take protective measures when doing magic experiments, and even apply for a good research laboratory. Even so, whether it is the school teachers or the parents at home, they need to take protective measures when facing these possible risks. When danger arises, they are repeatedly asked to be fully prepared.

Even if they want to know a very simple, harmless, fat tongue candy with simple magical properties.

George briefly read this piece of paper, "Werewolf Repel Spell", a compound spell that involves changes to powerful spells. If you really want to experiment, you must have capable people supervising you.

"I also asked him." Clooney put the paper back into his pocket, "asked him if there was anything he wanted to tell him--"

"The result is obvious~" Fred put his arm around Claudine's shoulders nonchalantly, "He didn't say anything, right?"

"He doesn't understand anything?" George rubbed the fingertips of his right hand vigorously, and there were some black ink ash scattered on them, "-but he may have great powers in some aspects--Miss"

"what?"

"Ilvermorny." George spelled out a word. He had just touched the suspicious ink spots that could not be seen clearly. "This is the name of one of the places."

"Is there any place that likes to use thunderbird feathers as wand cores?"

"I should have thought of it earlier, George!" Crowney raised her eyebrows vigorously, "Thunderbird native to North America!" A History of Magic in North America! An added species to the "List of Protected Magical Creatures in the Country" revised by the Magical Congress of the United States in 1927! "

"This self-portrait should be from someone from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"bingo~" George snapped his fingers, "Although I don't know if it's right, it seems you are very confident about it."

"Then he is indeed very powerful in this area." Claudine was not happy because of George's praise. "Although I don't know how he bought these experiences, but only from his level of magic research and practice. Look, he’s really a piece of shit.”

Calm Miss Albert occasionally has people she hates, and Lockhart just hit her mark: "I don't dislike people who brag, as long as they have something inside them." She pursed her lips, "But He was clearly on an empty stomach and others may have even been injured due to his negligence!”

"Even if you were looking forward to it?" Fred rubbed his cheeks maliciously.

"Even though I was looking forward to it so much before!" Harry guessed that she was a little bit annoyed, because a bright red palm print soon appeared on the back of Fred's hand that she knocked off, "It is precisely because of this that I will Even more angry! I have invested so much expectations in him!"

"How can you so viciously condemn an ​​innocent teacher because of the expectations you impose on others without permission!" Fred deliberately sang the opposite tune, "This is really terrible! You little dictator!"

"This is not my guess!" It seemed that she was a little sad because of this fact. Clooney pushed Fred away fiercely, stomped his feet and walked angrily to the other side of the corridor, even forgetting to say goodbye to them. .

But she only took a few steps and turned her head again. Harry thought her wide eyes looked like an angry bull - a description that he found somewhat funny.

"It's him! Deliberately! Deliberately! Guidance!" She added angrily, and then ran away.

"Hey! She looks a little sad!" Ron whispered into Harry's ear, "Do you think we should tell Hermione about this? After all, Clooney is also her idol!"

"I think..." Harry looked at the Weasley twins who were laughing loudly with some embarrassment, "Maybe at least this period of time is not a good time."