Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The fifth day

Miss Albert is wearing her school uniform today.

Today is another class on the protection of magical animals. Hagrid led the students to avoid all kinds of dangerous magical animals. He often seems to forget that his students are not all half-giants with rough skin and thick flesh like him. Even blast-ended snails can cause particularly serious damage to the skin of young wizards - of course, provided that they are not properly prepared. Be on guard.

Miss Albert yawned, Fantastic Beasts OWL is not without theory. Although the theory comes from practice, it seems that this part requires her own efforts.

She was not prepared to introduce the dog to anyone until she had taken care of it.

The wind near the black lake always brings a fishy smell unique to fish. The smelly wind blows through her hair and rolls her green hood around.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Miss Albert used the language common to animals all over the world as usual to attract the smelly big dog hiding near the black lake.

But it behaves nothing like usual.

This cunning big black dog suddenly went crazy and jumped out of the grass ferociously while letting out threatening whines.

It's going to give her a bite.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Miss Albert jumped back quickly, withdrew her foot in front, and then frowned.

There was water behind her, and Miss Albert looked back.

While getting to know an unfamiliar animal is a good thing, it doesn't mean it can't be dangerous. The dog didn't seem afraid of the water, or the patches of light that filtered through the trees.

But she was still a little worried that the dog might not have rabies - it might endanger many people.

She still cautiously cast an iron armor spell on herself. And thanks to Mr. Black for taking Crookshanks on an adventure today.

"It doesn't mean it's rabies," she said. "That would be the end of it."

The black dog was stunned for a moment because of these words, and Miss Albert's swollen muscle arm flashed past his eyes.

The veins stuck on the surface of the muscles due to excessive exertion.

The black dog tried to break free from her hands. This feeling of being imprisoned made the alarm bell continue to ring in his head.

But those sharp-knuckled hands grasped the fur of the black dog's cheeks like a vise, pulling hard to both sides, trying hard to prevent it from biting him.

"Although it is said that dogs recognize people by their clothes, we have known each other for many days!!!!"

"Dog!" Miss Albert said, "Is it because I didn't give you a name that you don't recognize me?"

They struggled on the grass, Miss Albert's feet trying to ride on the dog at every free moment, and deftly kicking him in the stomach the moment he lowered his head.

The dog was quickly defeated.

Fortunately, he wasn't going crazy because he was sick. The body that was suppressed on the grass did not tremble because of Rehe's neurological symptoms. The dog wagged his tail in an ingratiating manner, then closed his grinning mouth.

White foam appeared around his mouth due to the violent movement, but his nose began to make a cute hum.

The terrifying Ape erectus pushed the big dog to the ground with her muscles that had been trained for many years. She cursed fiercely: "I am the boss, understand? I am! The boss!"

The dog howled pitifully for mercy, as if to apologize to her.

"This is too dangerous, buddy." She sat on the dog and thought for a while, "Just in case, should I take you for a test?"

The dog had not been aggressive in the past few days. Miss Albert patted her hand that was covered with dog hair. He did not seem to be attacked by a neurological virus.

If she was going crazy just because she was wearing a Hogwarts uniform - then the dog must have been chased or beaten by students wearing uniforms.

but...

Miss Albert climbed down from the dog and pounded the tree stump with her hand while panting: "Objection! Object to yesterday's remarks! This dog is not smart! It can't even recognize me!"

Hogwarts never said you could have dogs. Although this dog looks dirty, smelly, and has a bad personality...

Mr. Black emerged from the bushes, seemingly unaware that his poor master had just had an unpleasant fight with his new friend.

Miss Albert glanced at the delighted Blake and Crookshanks

Mr. Black pressed his paws on the head of the upturned black dog, eyes closed as if teaching mysterious skills. He seemed to really like this disgusting giant beast of unknown origin.

"Okay, Mr. Black." Albert put his hands on his hips, "I'm the boss now."

"To prevent this from happening again," she said, "give it a name!"

Unfortunately, Miss Abbott's talent for naming was just as bad as Mr. Abbott's. She said: "Since you are black, brother, and Mr. Black is also black, then we will call you - no pictures! How about it!"

She decided to strike while the iron was hot and took advantage of the incident of the newly promoted dog boss to shave off the tangled hair on this dirty, smelly dog.

Bu Laitu's ears were pushed back to the back of his head, and he looked very docile. He didn't even look like he was grinning at Clooney just a few minutes ago.

There was no use trying to please her, he now stunk as if he had rolled in cow dung and then eaten a drunk man's vomit, sour and smelly.

"You don't think it's because you smell good, do you?" Miss Albert turned her dog's mouth aside in disgust.

After she defeated the dog, she was convinced that the dog would not dare attack her again.

As if he understood what she was saying, the dog turned its head to the side.

"This is what makes a good dog!" Although she wanted to touch his face affectionately, she gave up when she saw the hair on it that was made of unknown things.

"When the cutting is finished, will it be done?"

The dog wagged its tail slightly.

The disaster begins after the haircut.

After cutting off the stray hairs that cannot be washed, the next step is to take a bath. In order to prevent the dog from catching cold in early summer, Miss Albert even specially heated the bath water for him.

But when it came to taking a bath, the dog howled like crazy. Because she was pulling his neck, he could only scream like a pig.

"There's something wrong with you!!" Miss Albert was splashed with water by him, but she didn't abuse him! "Mr. Black doesn't hate bathing as much as you do!!"

This dog wouldn't have been thrown into the river, would it?

Stray dogs are always in trouble.

She told him everything from being dirty and making Mr. Black dirty to no one liking him, and it was all useless.

After Miss Albert had rinsed it with all her strength, the dog lay on the ground as if it had been deprived of its soul, trembling and whining.

She had to get in front of Bu Laitu again to comfort him: "Okay, good dog, no one will hit you, it's just a bath, you have to get used to it."