Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Ouch, Professor Snape's face was darker than the cauldron that hadn't been washed in ten days.

Miss Albert sat bored on her pony and began to regret why she had not brought a book to read.

"Who would have thought that this would happen?" Mr. Bagnot also felt bored, and they even started playing fencing with the armor. The clanging sound forced them to add a soundproofing charm to the corridor.

When they heard footsteps in the distance, they stopped what they were doing. Armor pretended that he was doing his duty and stood solemnly.

Miss Albert looked down guiltily, only Mr. Bagno, the old man, still looked like a good gentleman with a smile.

"Good evening, Professor," said Miss Albert.

"Good evening, Professor? Professor is not good at all!" Snape stamped his feet harder and harder. He seemed to have a much hotter temper recently.

"What's wrong with him?" Crowney leaned over and whispered to Mr. Bagnot about Snape's little things.

"Maybe it's the Blake thing that bothers him?"

"After all, we usually have to do night patrols, right?"

"I do not know then."

"He now seems to want to poison everyone who stands in front of him." Clowney said, "OWL is approaching. Although we have learned very well this time, he still said that if we don't learn the antidote well, If they do, they will poison us wherever possible, and then let us drink what we brew ourselves.”

"He says it every year," said Mr. Bagnot, who had taken the potions class. "And he says he's going to throw all the fools into the crucible."

"Of course, it's their own crucible." He raised his head seriously.

"You can figure it out with your butt." Miss Albert nodded in agreement, "In Professor Snape's opinion, idiots may not be worthy of being used as potion ingredients!"

"He always likes to scare people, but he doesn't really do anything about it."

"Because you are a Slytherin! Miss!" Bagnor looked exaggerated, thinking that this little snake from Slytherin had no idea about the sufferings of other houses. "If you were a Gryffindor, you would be Fifty points were deducted!”

"Don't speak ill of the professor! Bagno!" Miss Albert couldn't listen to anyone saying that this biased professor was unfair in adding and subtracting points! "No, no!"

After all, she had never been punished by Snape - right?

"Cunning little snake!" Bagno laughed angrily at her nonsense, "Weren't you just kidding about Professor Snape?"

"What I stated is objective fact!"

"Isn't that what I said?"

"You have subjective intentions! Sir!"

After a while, Bo Xi also came over. After they nodded, they found a moderate quarrel coming from the auditorium.

They were so selfless that they could only hear the sounds inside clearly after removing the soundproofing spell.

Snape's deep voice sounded very angry. He said something to Dumbledore, and vaguely heard words such as Dementor and Black.

"It sounds like you're going to let the Dementors help?" Cristiano turned to her and asked, "Did you hear that clearly?"

"All I heard was 'Never let them cross the threshold of school,' sir."

"By the way, when did Professor Dumbledore go in?" Mr. Bagnot turned around and leaned against the wall. "It's impossible that we didn't see him, right?"

"You know -" Miss Albert pursed her lips, "The principal always has some privileges."

"Sirius Black wouldn't have one, would he?"

"He has never been a principal, has he...?"

"Don't you understand this?" Mr. Bagnot looked over in surprise, and was very surprised that she had a blind spot in knowledge. "This is not at all the same as the rumors."

"Jesus, I don't know everything."

"Aren't you?" Bagno asked with a smile, and received another eye roll from Miss Albert.

"Okay." Mr. Bagno, who received a precious eye roll, finally revealed the answer: "Didn't there ever be a principal in the history of the Black family?"

"Isn't that it? Privilege is not hereditary." Crowney knew that Bagno was teasing her again. He was not at all as lovable as Noni.

"I'm just making a hypothesis, miss."

After a while, Professor Flitwick also came. He was still using his wand to maintain the levitating spell and was preparing to move the Fat Lady's portrait elsewhere.

Now there is no one in the painting. Just a spilled tea cup and a messy background. It seems that the fat lady originally wanted to drink a cup of black tea to refresh herself.

At this time, Clooney had an idea.

"Professor, is Black also a graduate of our school?" If Miss Albert, who was sitting on the pony, straightened up, she would still be a little taller than the professor, so she lowered her head a little as if inadvertently .

"Ah, of course." Professor Flitwick's face didn't look good either, but he still answered her question in a very gentle tone, "Hogwarts is the best magic school."

"It's just that no one thought it would turn out like this in the end." He said.

"No one thought of that?" Miss Albert asked.

Flitwick didn't say any more, just shook his head, and then opened the door inside. Professor McGonagall and him seemed to have a telepathic connection and appeared behind the door at the same time.

"So where should we put it?" Professor Flitwick asked immediately. "Sooner or later this painting will have to be repaired?"

Professor McGonagall said "Oh" and turned to one side to clear the road behind her.

Immediately afterwards, several other professors squeezed out.

Dumbledore said, "Let me see."

Snape slapped Miss Albert on the back of the head until he heard: "Hey! Who is so insulting!"

Then he smiled cruelly.

The teachers and the young prefects nodded, as if they still had something to do.

Several professors were still arguing about something. The strange thing was that Professor McGonagall, who should have had a very fierce attitude on this matter, seemed much more taciturn in the crowd at this moment.

She looked distraught, as if something really bad had happened before her eyes.

Snape didn't know when he appeared, floating silently behind them like a ghost.

Then, he said softly: "Don't talk about your professor behind your back." "

But no one will feel relaxed because of his gentle tone. Anyone who knows him knows that he is going to have a bad idea again.

His ideas were bad because, usually, it was other people who were unlucky.

"Remember the weekend confinement, Albert." He fell behind a lot, and after saying this, he quickly caught up with the teachers.

"Oh my god." Clooney's face turned dark. Now she wanted to put the blame on Bagno in a crude way.

At least it takes away the guilty feeling after being caught - you know, once people encounter a mistake that they didn't handle well, they will cover it up with anger.

"It's all your fault!" Claudine said, "You lied! He didn't deduct your points at all!"

"Yeah, that's really rare." Mr. Bagnot waited until the professors were gone and then suddenly let out an explosive laugh. "It seems like he just wants you to be unlucky."

"How can this Ravenclaw thing be called cheating?"

Clooney snorted and didn't want to talk to him anymore. Let Bagno laugh until his stomach hurts!

It was quite late and they would be able to change shifts soon.

After the professors had gone away, they started talking again.

Bagno coughed twice and got up from the armor - he was laughing so much that he was about to lie down in Mr. Armor's arms.

"Why do you ask this?" Mr. Bagnot asked curiously about Miss Albert's sudden inquiry, "Will all the wizards in Britain come to Hogwarts to attend school?"

"That's not necessarily true." Malfoy also always said that he wanted to go to school in Germany, and the translation magic was very convenient.

"I'm just making sure." Clooney put away her pony, and the shift changer was coming soon, "make sure of one thing."