Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Miss Albert doesn't like dementors.

In other words, she hated them.

This semester, due to their visits, she frequently thought of the benevolent teacher in her dream - and the very downtrodden, bad, and pitiful side.

This is very annoying.

Green has many different faces. At most, he is high-spirited. From a certain period of time, he becomes aggressive. After a certain period of time, he likes to listen to her complain quietly.

All in all, not as the Dementors wanted her to remember it.

After finishing his conversation with Interno, Clooney's face turned serious.

A series of accidents made her feel very unhappy, and the irritability that arose almost ignited all her rationality.

Who said Professor Snape has become a lot more hot-tempered this semester? Isn't she like this herself?

When a person is guided by his emotions, it is difficult for him to use his rationality. Even under normal circumstances he should be sounding some kind of siren that would prompt her to wake up.

The black dragon leather gloves grabbed the robe of the dementor beside him. Because of the characteristics of this creature, their skin was very, very practical. Especially when it comes to magical animals.

The pair of dragon leather gloves that Miss Albert liked best were carefully selected by Charlie from the dragon farm through smuggling channels.

As a pair of qualified gloves, the spikes of the Hungarian tree-fronted dragon should be removed. However, since the dragon's spines are also very practical potion materials, they spent a lot of effort before flattening the dragon's spines on the leather goods. The spikes wrapped in the outermost layer remained untouched.

Now, the tiny dragon thorns remaining on the back of the left hand were densely pierced into the Dementor's body, causing the unlucky Dementor to scream like a duck stuck in its neck.

"Did I ever say, stay away from me?" Miss Albert's face was as gloomy as the clouds in the sky, although the dementors did not have this ability to associate. But they can still understand the wizard.

This dementor was very aggressive, fearing that if he moved a step too slowly, the silver tiger watching him with eager eyes would rush up and bite his head off.

This girl is not a nice guy... she won't discuss things with them in a nice manner like any official.

Relying on her young age and not having to take any responsibilities, she could take their lives without any care and take them at will without being punished for even the smallest mistakes when working with them.

She really does this!

The Dementor felt like he was about to explode. As a dark creature, this was not a good sign.

Miss Albert took a deep breath, and the Dementor closed his mouth under the hood.

She felt better.

Clooney took a step back, and even helped the dementors smooth their appearance, whether it was fur or clothing.

She nodded gently, and several nearby Dementors fled.

She found it extremely boring and was about to send Tiger to other places to help other colleges drive away these bad things, but the game in the stadium was already over.

While she was beating up the Dementors, Gryffindor's Mr. Seeker fell from the sky and Cedric caught the Snitch.

The students all raised their heads to the stands and stretched their heads to see what was going on inside.

No one - could be as deeply affected by the Dementors as Harry was.

Clooney put his hand on the back of his neck and rubbed it twice before turning his head to check on Interno.

The girl's originally tied up hair spread out because she was about to lie down. Karen Oliveira was helping her hold the pearl hair pendant on hand.

"Are you okay?" Oliveira asked, "Is Potter okay?"

"I don't know." The professors helped take Harry back to the castle. She could only see Harry's tight eyes and Dumbledore's very unhappy expression.

No one had ever seen him so angry, and his whole face was wrinkled.

"Where's Decia?" Crowney asked, "Is she okay?"

"I'm fine, prefect." Daicia Interno took her hands away from her forehead and looked full of energy again. "Why don't you just ask me?"

"That's a little offensive," Clowney said, "but I'm a little curious - and it's okay if you don't tell me."

"When I first started school, I didn't know why, but I became dizzy under the influence of the dementors." She beautified the reason for her discomfort, hoping to gain empathy from the people in front of her, "This is quite uncomfortable. ..But now it’s so much better – it’s so weird.”

The girls looked at each other. On the carriage back to school, due to a certain afterglow that had not dissipated, they had not yet felt the taste of being kissed by a dementor. This was the first time.

"I saw the big explosion caused by the potion I brewed when I was a child because I messed with the crucible at home." Daicia scratched her face in embarrassment, feeling like she was immersed in the scene again, "This almost made me My son died there."

"Yes." Karen nodded, "And I - I can only occasionally remember things that were scolded by elders in the family for certain things - I didn't want to mention."

"Thank you very much." Clooney helped help Daicia up from the stool, "Does this mean that everyone's experience will affect him differently?"

"Maybe so." Daicia nodded lively, "At least compared to prisoners, dementors don't have the guts to suck our souls in the school in a big way."

"Then that's true." Karen responded to her.

"Then let's go back." The girls walked hand in hand towards the castle, and Daicia greeted her lively, "It seems that the result of the game has been determined."

"Potter looks so unlucky." Daicia laughed again, like a yellow flower trembling in the wind, "But at least my hero has won."

"I hope he's okay." She said, "I remember you have a very good relationship with him, prefect. Are you going to see him soon?"

"Yes." Crowney nodded and followed the girls, still maintaining her rain-proof spell.

"Please bring my blessing! Prefect!" Daicia rubbed against her intimately, "Although I have moved on to another relationship, neither he nor I can stand the dementors. superior…"

"I will, Daicia." Clooney was infected by her playfulness and couldn't help but smile.