Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"This is not good news..."

Helles always wears lace-like white gloves on his hands, which turn into thick velvet in the sky. In summer, the material seems to be thin gauze.

Her soft and flexible knuckles danced on Crowney's face, making her feel a little tickled.

"The school board has decided to let Dumbledore take a 'little vacation' Lenny." Helles went on to tell her big news, "I'm sorry to say this, but under the general trend, Wilson cannot vote for irrelevant things because of me. A crucial vote.”

"If this is the decision from the beginning." Miss Albert grabbed her restless palm and held it firmly in her hand.

This news did not make her face change at all. She still maintained a peaceful smile: "Dumbledore has his own ideas. If the decision is made before, the result is already determined. If he is not prepared, he will Not Dumbledore."

"Or," she said mysteriously, "he has some other plan..."

"Let me guess, what's the reason for the school board to impeach him?"

"Is it because the 'crisis' has not been resolved?"

"Sometimes I really lose a lot of fun because of your cleverness, Miss Albert." Helles chuckled, "Even so, Principal Dumbledore's status cannot be shaken."

"Although he stands on the side of openness," Clooney said, "the school directors are also vacillating. Who dares to really offend him? No one can really offend him until Fu - that person really returns. Knowing the final result, no one can let themselves be truly in danger."

"Mr. Dumbledore is the last to reach the barrier, which is related to young wizards and adult wizards."

"The power of symbolism," Helles concluded.

"This is also the reason why our poor Minister of Magic is always eyeing Dumbledore. You must know that the power of symbols is very powerful. Even if many people do not admit it, the impression of Dumbledore's 'power' has long been deeply ingrained in their minds. Within. And this powerful symbol can become a more controlling person."

"In the political world of the wizarding world, the 'highest symbol' that people subconsciously think of is the Minister of Magic."

The blonde girl frowned nicely. She waited for Miss Albert's analysis to end, then paused for a while: "Then..."

"He really didn't intend to do it," Clowney said. "There were a lot of reasons, but the professor wasn't a keen person."

“If one day my answer becomes ‘yes,’ it will be because of the general trend.”

"Although I don't want to admit it, Helles." Crowney said, "Or maybe I don't know him well enough, but to a certain extent, he is not a 'ruler' and has never known him. Don’t want to be him.”

"He was a 'martyr.'"

But she soon became reluctant to go into further details.

Miss Albert's attention was quickly attracted by a red envelope: the envelope was very delicate, with golden lines inlaid on the back of the thin paper. Judging from the inspection of the material, it was indeed very pure. It's made of gold, which makes people even more curious about it.

The back of the envelope reads: From Paris, France, Eiffel Tower Underground City.

"Is there an underground city in Paris, France?" Clooney asked.

"I never heard."

"But speaking of Paris..." Clooney pursed his lips, "I thought of something very important."

"Why don't you open it first and take a look?"

"In my impression, there is only one 'person' who can use such exaggeration, um, or be so wealthy."

It's just a case of lust and falling into a disadvantage, nothing to be ashamed of. But Clooney subconsciously didn't want to hear about the dilemma at that time.

"It shouldn't be anything important, maybe it's an invitation or something."

"Paris, France." Helles said thoughtfully, "When did you meet such a person?"

"That's just an accident." Miss Albert smiled gently, "It's not something worth mentioning."

Fortunately, someone finally interrupted Helles' search. Miss Albert's inner cry for help may have been heard by the merciful Merlin.

An uninvited guest finally broke into the empty lounge (except for them).

He is a little Malfoy junior who is a bit silly. He looked angry, and he was not accompanied by the two fat little followers who had always chased him like a duck following its mother. His left and right arms were swinging very hard, making him look like he was swaying from side to side.

Seeing the two seniors sitting on the sofa, their eyes widened like dissected bullfrogs.

"Did we scare him?" Crowney happily patted the back of Miss Wilson's hand, "Although this gesture is indeed not very elegant."

But when both of them were not paying attention to each other, Malfoy finally realized something was wrong. He pretended not to see them and withdrew his wide eyes, as if something was chasing him. As if following him, he rushed towards the lounge.

"What do you think he's going to say later?" Helles said. "I guess it's, that's terrible."

"No." After poor Malfoy's back disappeared at the end of the lounge, Clowney said slowly, "I guess it's 'vomiting, nausea'."

Draco Malfoy rushed to his bedroom while vomiting: "Oh my God, this is too terrible! Disgusting! I'm going to throw up!! These two people! How slimy!"

"It's strange to say." Hellus was finally changed by the sudden appearance of Malfoy, "To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that he always said bad things to Harry, I would almost feel that he was a little bit jealous of Harry. That makes sense."

Miss Albert looked at Miss Wilson's calm eyes in horror. She couldn't figure out how the two boys were linked together in her head.

"Look," she said, "everywhere Harry goes, he's there. When I see him on the road, I always hear him yelling Harry's name—I've never seen him How could a Slytherin make such a fuss and make such a fuss!"

"Maybe it's because he has a bad temper..."

"But he's a Malfoy!" Helles patted her again, "I've never heard of Mr. Malfoy making any noise in public!"

Hellus has indeed never seen it, but...Claudine has. She still remembered the indignity of the older Mr. Malfoy in the crowded bookstore. His originally smooth and silky hair had been pulled from soft velvet into autumn haystacks by Uncle Weasley...

"maybe..."

Soon, an angry Malfoy rushed out of the boy's bedroom again, holding something in his hand, like a piece of paper.

"I guarantee he didn't hear anything." Clooney knocked on the air, and something seemed to have been hit above, creating watery ripples.

"I'm so curious now..."

The two of them secretly followed Malfoy and slipped out of the lounge. During this period, the little boy always looked back from time to time, as if he could really feel that someone was following them.

"I said it! Damn it!" Malfoy proudly threw the piece of paper in front of Harry, "Dumbledore has been suspended! You people are about to suffer."

He really looked like a white peacock proudly showing off his feathers. But it's a pity that the boy opposite is just like him, and he also doesn't understand amorous feelings.

The atmosphere between the two parties instantly became tense.

However, she did not notice how inseparable the children who were confronting each other started to fight.

"What you said is somewhat possible, Helles." She said slowly, "He really cares about Harry's opinion."