Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

That's what it says. Miss Albert's scenes always speak beautifully, but unfortunately, she does not belong to Harry Potter alone. She finally ushered in the opening ceremony without any resources.

"This is great!" she cheered, almost waking up Annie who had just fallen asleep playing with herself on the sofa. Clooney stepped forward with his own hands and feet, kissed the baby's tender little face, and then reluctantly embarked on the journey.

"To be honest, this is really exciting and unsettling." As soon as she left the house, she couldn't help turning her head and complaining to the huge black cat, "You know, Mr. Black, I finally escaped from the Muggle world. There are sanctions for entering a higher education, but you have to bear the sadness of parting with the little angels..."

She even pretended to cover her face and make a purring sound. After waiting for a while, the black cat with its big round eyes completely drooped its upper eyelids and turned into a rather fierce expression. Only then returned to normal.

They always arrived very early. After meeting Helles, they found an unoccupied carriage and sat down, waiting for the arrival of others.

"You know, Clowney?" Helles said, "Sirius Black, he's escaped from prison!"

"Who?" Clooney searched around in his head, but couldn't remember who this person was.

"Don't you read the Daily Prophet?" After the holidays, Helles' hair changed again. Instead of the original semi-long wavy hair, it has been changed to straight straight hair, and it has already reached the waist.

Hands - itchy -

"No." She shook her head honestly, and then laughed, "But I noticed your new hair style. It's really nice, Helles."

A blush rose on the girl's cheeks, but it was barely noticeable. She patted Clooney's shoulder narrowly, and then frowned with a half-smile: "I'm talking to you about business! Clooney!"

"Please tell me," Claudine said. "You know, I'm going crazy this holiday season."

Either she was dealing with vampires from other countries flying around in the castle, or she was looking through the endless notebooks. When she really finished her studies at a certain stage and came out of her unscrupulous academic career, she would be there again. She had to consider the words and sentences to add something to her resume that would allow her to complete her life and expand her career...

"I don't have any time..."

"I've already guessed it." Helles took out a dozen newspapers from somewhere, "You are always so ill-informed at times like this."

The headline of the Daily Prophet showed a very familiar man, but this time, the man knew how to move. Under the influence of magic, his portrait comes to life—almost alive. Even his pitch-black teeth were fully exposed.

The information in the Daily Prophet was much more complete than the wanted posters in the Muggle world. It stated the evil deeds Sirius Black had done: the massacre of Muggles, the intended heir of You-Know-Who.

"You just let him escape like this?" Clooney read the entire report and reached the last line, "Currently, the Ministry of Magic is urgently sending additional manpower to capture the fugitive. Please don't panic and report the situation as soon as possible." Here, only He curled his lips speechlessly.

"Who can escape from Azkaban?" she asked. "There hasn't been one in so many years, right?"

"It should be said that it is unprecedented..." Helles said, "I have never heard of it..."

They looked at each other: "I remember you and Harry Potter had a good relationship..."

"You mean, he is most likely to target Harry?" She thought of the Ministry of Magic's approach of asking Harry not to leave Diagon Alley during the holidays, and the whole thing came together. "There are anti-Apparition agents in the school." Formation, and there are patrolling soldiers, not to mention, Dumbledore is here - no fugitive would be stupid enough to throw himself into a trap, right?"

"Very much in favor!" A powerful voice came from behind the door, and Cedric made a shining appearance, "Don't worry about this, little snake!"

His kind white teeth were in sharp contrast to Blake, who had been specially blackened by the newspaper.

The two girls compared his face with the one in the newspaper before finally stuffing the Daily Prophet back into their bag with satisfaction.

"Girls - what are you doing?" Cedric asked with a smile.

"It's nothing -" Crowney said in a long tone, "We are marveling at your beauty, which is as blessed as the sun god -"

Helles narrowed his eyes, pretending to be flashed by his light. Spots of light like stardust were flying around him.

"I'm very happy that you praised me like this." Cedric shook his robe like a puppy and patted the stardust away. "I know it was you who did it! Clooney!! Okay! !!Stop it!"

By the time the two Weasley twins finally found the box, the train had already left. They chatted noisily about their summer vacation experiences and exchanged souvenirs they had brought.

Helles even went to Madagascar to see the sea this holiday. Her family also took her to swim on the bottom of the sea to look for the rare ocean sunflower. Although she did not find it in the end, she still brought a green sunflower that is said to be a local specialty. Crystal: She really likes the color green.

Although it is most likely a gimmick...but this is Helles' intention...

After all, the gifts she brought to the boys were never so careless, they were just small trinkets like bamboo baskets and ribbons.

The sound of raindrops hitting the car window was very soothing, but the kitten seemed anxious. Mr. Black kept circling irritably and seemed to be struggling to contain his desire to howl.

"What's...what's going on?" Cedric wanted to touch Mr. Black's big, oily head, but he docilely avoided it.

It's a shame that Rove was in the other car... maybe he'd know why.

"Maybe it's because they think Fred and George are too noisy." Crowney smiled, and just stood up to hold the kitten in his arms, and when he escaped from the Weasley twins' fireworks trick, he saw the aisles and luggage racks The lights suddenly came on.

"Almost there?" Helles turned and looked out the window - it was dark outside and he saw nothing.

Mr. Black rarely refused her request for a hug and was still spinning on the floor in front of the car window, twirling the tip of his tail and looking very unhappy.

Clooney glanced down at his watch. It was not the usual time for them to arrive at Hogwarts - it would still be a while. That's weird...is it because the train is going very fast this time?

"I don't know..." Clooney also looked outside along the path of Helles. She didn't see anything like a platform, not even a reception light, let alone Hagrid's. figure.

It wasn't until the train became slower and slower, the sound of the wheels gradually disappeared, and the wind and rain pounded on the windows more violently, that they realized something was wrong.

"What's going on?" The Weasleys also stopped drawing the magic circle with their hands.

In the Muggle world, parking usually means something is going on. For example, the train ahead slides, the mountain top slides, or the train has some kind of malfunction.

But the first few will be solved by magic in the magical world.