Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The flying lesson was extremely joyful. This was the first time that Claudie felt the joy of completely controlling something. The broomstick was like an obedient magical creature that could hit wherever it pointed. Although it would sometimes naughtily speed up while swooping left and right, because the first point of view was his own, Clooney didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

After the Weasley brothers discovered that she had mastered the basic flying method of a broom, they also included her in the harassment process. They bumped her from behind or from the front from time to time, making her broom very angry and trying to move on her own. Before the Weasley brothers bumped into her, she took her to bump into them.

The smile never faded from Clooney's face until the end of get out of class.

However, this happiness did not last long after class. Shortly after Clooney and the Weasley brothers parted ways, a black-haired boy blocked her way. The boy stared at her fiercely, and then smiled maliciously. got up.

"Misfit Mudblood? No?" the boy with the Slytherin badge on his chest shouted sternly, "You like Gryffindor so much, why don't you go to Gryffindor?"

Mud blood? Crowney felt that this should be a very serious and insulting word.

"Watch your mouth, sir." She warned coldly, "If you don't want your mouth to be torn apart, take your words back."

"How dare you talk to a member of the Baker family like this?" The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she said something unexpected. "Maybe your dirty Muggle parents didn't teach you what it means to be ——”

Before he could react, Clooney punched the boy hard on the right cheek. The boy couldn't avoid it and was knocked to the ground by the punch.

He stared at Clooney angrily, struggled on the ground for a while, and then rushed forward, trying to catch her. His voice was changing and he screamed hoarsely like a caught duck: "How dare you! How dare you! My face!!!"

"I'm going to beat your pretty face to pieces!"

"I've warned you, Baker." Crowney stood there, his dark eyes burning with quiet anger. He watched the boy rush towards her like an angry little mouse, "If this is what you want, I will fight with you. Maybe in this way you will know what respect is. You are a real , a person without any education.”

"I'm going to kill you!" the boy was furious, crying and waving his fists in the air.

Clooney punched again, this one hitting the boy's nose hard. She even felt some sticky liquid splashing on her hand. She didn't know if it was snot or something else. It was a bit disgusting. But the boy endured the severe pain and grabbed her long black hair, and then twisted his painful face into a smile.

"There's nothing you can do about it, right? Disgusting Mudblood?" He pulled her hair to one side, then slapped her with his other hand.

The corridor gradually surrounded the classmates. Some students stopped to look at them and then ran away quickly. Some students surrounded them.

Clooney saw the Slytherin students around him standing calmly watching them - neither running away nor stepping forward to help.

She didn't have time to think too much, she followed the boy's pulling force and grabbed his hand and bit it hard. The boy screamed in pain and then let go of his hand, but then he grabbed her hair hard and subconsciously He wanted to slap him again - but this time it was useless. Clooney endured the severe pain of his scalp being pulled and ducked his head to avoid it, and then quickly hit Baker's abdomen with his elbow. This elbow should be very painful, because Baker didn't even have time to pull her hair anymore. He closed his mouth tightly, and the hand holding her hair suddenly released. However, after a while, cold sweat covered his cheeks, and he covered his face. He knelt down on the ground with his belly full. At this time, his eyes were no longer staring at her.

He froze there, and after a while he began to make heartbreaking vomiting sounds.

"You just can't learn, can you?" Clooney looked at his every move coldly, "You should stop when your bad words are rewarded. You asked for this, Baker."

A black-haired man in black clothes walked over like Professor McGonagall in a green cloak. Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, he frowned and asked sternly and slowly: "What's going on?"

Professor McGonagall stared at Clooney in disbelief and said, "How could this happen?"

"It's me, professor." Clooney took a step toward the two professors with a slap in the face, "Beck called me a mudblood, so we had a fight."

Professor McGonagall frowned fiercely: "I didn't know Slytherin still has racial discrimination! What do you think, Severus? After all, he is a student of your college."

"Five points from Slytherin," the gentleman said with a dissatisfied look on his face, "for insulting a classmate for Mr. Baker."

"As for you, Miss, I thought -" he glanced up and down at her, "a month of confinement for you to beat your classmates. We will start after you recover from your injuries."

"You all need to go to the school hospital." Professor McGonagall said, but no one around the students was willing to step forward to help. The Gryffindors pushed themselves behind the crowd, and some even turned and ran away.

"Excuse me, is there anyone willing to help poor Mr. Baker take him to the school hospital?" The black-haired man looked around at the Slytherins, and immediately two boys stood up to help Baker.

Senior Sister Waller walked out of the crowd, nodded slightly to the two professors, and walked in her direction.

"Go ahead," said Professor McGonagall.

Only then did Clooney feel that his face began to hurt.

"Come on, Albert." Senior Sister Waller said, "No matter what, fighting is wrong."

Clooney nodded and followed Waller towards the school hospital. Senior Sister Waller took her to the school hospital and left.

She didn't care what happened to Baker anymore. Her cheeks were swollen and her head started to feel dizzy. She guessed she might have had a concussion.

Madam Poppy Pomfrey from the school hospital checked her injuries, opened her mouth and took a look, then sighed and said to her: "You kids are more ruthless than the others, and this is the first day of school." God. What problems are you going to solve with your fists?"

Then she added: "I can't guarantee that there is nothing wrong with your head. You may need to stay here for observation for one night today. I will prescribe some medicine for you to reduce the swelling first, but it won't heal so quickly."

Clooney's face was already swollen. After Mrs. Poppy applied medicine to reduce the swelling, she thoughtfully wrapped up half of her cheek with gauze: "How could a girl like you think of fighting? Look at your face, what a shame."

At this time, Clooney returned with a smile: "He called me a mudblood, and he also called my parents."

Mrs. Poppy was extremely surprised: "What he did must be wrong, but it's better not to fight."

She touched her head comfortingly and put a bottle of purple potion on the bedside: "After dinner tonight, remember to drink it before going to bed."

Then he left another bottle of green potion: "If possible, I hope you will drink it right away. This may relieve your symptoms."