Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Clooney got a high score in her exam. Although this was expected for her, she couldn't help but be happy about it. The teacher at the nominal school believes that she can directly try to join this year's higher-level class. She said: Although she does not know what illness Clowney needs to study at home, the school is willing to provide her with such an environment, so that she can study at home. Next year, she can directly prepare for the entrance exam for the main high school. But both the Alberts and Clooney felt that this was too fast and the amount of learning would be too much - after all, the lessons at the magic school were not easy. If the original plan is followed step by step, after the OWL exam, Clooney can spend exactly one year fully preparing for the Muggle World University.

After finishing the exam, Clooney's heart had already flown to Surry County - because of Trace and the "International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy", Clooney could no longer go anywhere without wizards from the beginning of his enrollment. In case of using magic. This made her feel extremely boring: Who can accept that their game console is filled with games that have been explored and they cannot play happily! What's more, these games can really affect your life! So she was looking forward to exploring again in a place that had become unfamiliar to her.

The last time I went to grandma's house was during the summer vacation of Cloney Elementary School. As the Alberts became increasingly busy at work, they and grandma hadn't spent Christmas together for a long time.

"Oh my God! Why is this cat so big?!" Grandma Miranda Albert looked at Mr. Black and asked in shock, "Are you sure this is a cat? Claude?!"

Mr. Black's head is much larger than that of an ordinary cat, and his hands are also much larger. It can really scare people from a distance - Claudine is often frightened by Mr. Black who has gained weight - this It made her look more startled than a cat.

"Okay, mom, let's go in first." Mr. Albert urged the tall and thin old lady to go back to the house while carrying the family's luggage. "Of course this is a cat, and there is nothing allowed in the UK." A bill to domesticate those wild animals you imagine.”

"Oh! Oh! I haven't had time to say hello to my Lenny yet!" The old lady turned her head and let out a trembling exclamation. She was pushed towards the house by Mr. Albert and shouted, " Vincent! Look who’s coming!”

Vincent Albert is Clowney's grandfather. He looks a little fat in his old age and can hardly walk.

"Who is it?" He narrowed his eyes and slowly walked out of his house step by step.

"Who is it?" he repeated.

"It's us! Grandpa!" Clooney dragged Mr. Black to Grandpa Vincent's side, "And Mr. Black!"

"WHAT BACK? BACK BACK! NO!! GET AWAY YOU BEASTAR!" Grandpa Vincent repeated, "Why are wild animals running into the house!! Call 999!!"

Grandma Miranda slapped Grandpa Vincent hard on the back shoulder and said loudly along with his "Hey!" "That's just a big-headed cat, you old fool!"

"WHAT BIG HAED CAT? WHY THE CAT HAS HANDS?"

Clooney was almost laughed out of his mind by the deaf Mr. Vincent.

After Grandpa Vincent put on the hearing aid, he seemed much more normal, and his words were not as funny as before.

"This is really a scary big-headed cat!" Grandpa Vincent said while looking at Mr. Black's big head from side to side, "Where did you get it?"

"Picked it up." Mr. Claude replied briefly, "Claudine picked it up."

"He must have eaten a lot." Grandma Miranda had already started feeding Mr. Black goat's milk bars. "What a poor little guy, isn't he?"

Mr. Black never dislikes eating too much, so he started to nibble on the goat's milk bar.

When he went out to walk the cat the next morning, Crowney found a strange, short and thin little boy standing on a familiar lawn.

"What are you doing there?" Clooney asked doubtfully, "How come I've never seen you before?"

"I was pulling weeds." The boy looked up at her, then lowered his head and continued working, "I've never seen you either."

"But this is the Dursley's lawn," said Clowney. "Did you go the wrong way?"

"I made the right move," the boy said. "I'm their cousin and I'm living in their house. I'm not done yet."

Clooney understood what he meant, scratched his head and continued walking along the perimeter of Privet Drive.

When she came back from a walk, the boy just straightened up.

"I am Clooney Albert, the kid from the Albert family who is about fifty meters away from your house." Clooney said, "You are so sensible!"

Clooney has never liked doing such tiring work. Even when she came to Surry County during the previous summer vacation, she only occasionally helped Grandma Miranda weed the grass when she was in a good mood. Most of the work was still hired for help.

"This is not my home!" the boy said in frustration, "I am Harry Potter, this is not my home, and I don't like weeding at all!"

"I don't like it either." Crowney laughed, "Mr. Black and I are going home. We are planning to spend this Christmas in Surry County. Nice to meet you!"

Clooney felt that this name was somewhat familiar. He might have heard this name before when he played at grandma's house, but unfortunately he had never met him before. This boy was thin and small and looked nothing like Dali.

"Hello, Potter, you can call me Clowney. Do you want to come to my house to play? We can go back together." Mr. Black squatted quietly and waited for the end of their conversation.

The boy nodded shyly: "I think so! But I don't know if they will agree. I mean my aunts and uncles, they usually don't like me going out."

"I think they'll agree," Crowney said. "Do you mind if I go with you to ask them?"

This was the first time in Harry Potter's life that he met a child who was willing to ask his parents for him. Before that, maybe it was under the influence of Dali, or maybe he looked really bad. In any case, he had never met a friend who was willing to invite him to play at home, and no one was even willing to talk to him. . He looked down at himself: he looked thin and poor - because the clothes he wore were always white and washed out and ill-fitting - he could not escape the fate of being laughed at even in school.

"Is this really okay?" Potter asked himself in his mind, even though the brightly dressed girl in front of him was the first time he met in his life and didn't care about his appearance and reputation - if he had such a thing - —And he still couldn't believe the person who was willing to invite him to play with her.

But how much he longs for an equal friendship that is not full of scolding and bullying! Even though the girl might know what kind of image he had in the eyes of the residents of Privet Drive in a few days, even if the only peaceful time they had together might be such a short day, he still wanted to give it a try.

"If you don't mind, Miss Albert," he said, "If you don't mind."