Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Before school started, on the train to Hogwarts, Harry was said to have fainted once.

Her condition wasn't much better that time, so she just let it pass.

Clooney didn't expect that something like this would happen again - and she, as Harry's friend for so many years, didn't realize this.

She waited until the first wave of visits ended before finding an opportunity to go to the school hospital. There was no one around at this time.

The heavy rain was pattering outside the window, which sounded very healing.

Harry was not wearing glasses and was half leaning on the bedside. He had just received the friends who came to visit and he felt a little tired for a while.

Not long after he arrived, he also learned that his old buddy Nimbus 2000 died under the willow branch of the Whomping Willow because of this accident.

Yes - death, in his opinion, this is not just a broom.

Clooney pulled the stool to the edge of the bed, and she placed herself so low that her whole body was almost pressed against the quilt.

"Harry," she said softly, "I won't ask you if you're okay."

Harry forced a smile and said, "If I were okay I wouldn't be here."

She didn't know how to comfort him. So she just sat quietly with him.

After a while, Harry broke the silence:

"I don't know what to say, Clowney," he said. "I feel bad."

He is actually far less strong than he appears. Harry Potter was just a child. No one had ever been on his side until he met Miss Albert.

He always thought he was a freak, an outcast from the world, a strange person. Of course, he was also worried that his so-called "little magic problems" would be discovered by Miss Albert - after all, the random magic was indeed out of his control for a certain period of time.

If there was one person he could tell her what he was thinking without any scruples, that person must be Claudine Albert.

Their relationship is far beyond that of other people - she is closer to him than his existing relatives, and she is a closer relative than his relatives - if relatives are like aunts and uncles.

There is no need to pretend in front of relatives. Although he doesn't know what Clooney thinks of him, it does not prevent him from thinking so.

Harry Potter moved his body to the side, letting Miss Albert sit next to him, and then spoke.

"I feel like I'm extremely unlucky this semester." He said, "The most important thing is that Professor Trelawney's prediction is gradually coming true..."

"prophecy?"

"An unknown..." Harry said, "It's the black dog she saw in the tea leaves - she said the black dog would bring disaster to me."

"And just today, Clowney, I saw a black dog in the stands."

"Could it be Bu Laitu?" Claudine asked, but she remembered that Bu Laitu never came here - he should be happily nesting in the cave with his adopted "children" It's better to listen to the sound of rain hitting leaves together.

"He should be sleeping now." She answered herself.

"In fact, I also saw a black dog in the Muggle world." Harry said, "Every time he appears without warning, I have bad luck!"

"The first time! I almost got run over by a knight bus! And then this time..."

It takes a while to wander from the Muggle world to Hogwarts...

But where did the second black dog come from on campus?

"As long as I'm not with you," said Harry, "and I see a dog, woe betide me!"

"How should I put it..." Claudius said, "I'm not sure, Harry, but Professor Trelawney's prediction is actually very inaccurate."

"She once predicted that I was facing the disaster of death... and she also asked the classmates who were in class with me to predict how unlucky I would be." Clooney thought of the course in which prophecies were exchanged. "Just last week, When we were learning about burning wood for divination, she was still saying that I was being targeted by something unknown, and that a highly venomous snake would wrap around me."

"But I always see Shasha," she said. "Although I was worried at first - but I'm fine now, right?"

"I really saw a black dog." Harry said, "Although I can't see clearly whether it's a black dog or not, I'm sure it's a black dog."

"From a certain moment, I felt that he looked very familiar."

"Deja vu?"

"His eyes!" said Harry. "Their eyes are very similar."

A dog can change its size, but not the shape of its eyes. Just like people's hairstyles are always changing, but no one can recognize a person just because he has shaved his head.

"I'm so worried." Harry whispered, "Am I going to have to hide from the black dog my whole life?"

"Nothing happened when you met Bu Laitu." Clooney patted the back of his hand, "right?"

"That's because you were there!"

"There are other people present this time." Clooney felt a little funny, "You don't think of me as some kind of exorcism wand, do you?"

"No..." Harry sighed again, "It's just a feeling."

"It does feel bad to be entangled by prophecies, Harry." Clooney comforted him in a low voice, "That's why I don't like divination. Sometimes things may not happen that way, but because of the prophecy hints of divination, people can easily The things I encountered are connected with the plausible divination results.”

"Then pull as hard as you can, and it will become very effective."

"For example, some fortune tellers just use popular sayings at first, 'your family is your family', 'your father is a man and your mother is a woman', or use some stereotypes. To paraphrase: 'Your dad works hard and your mom does housework too'."

Speaking of his parents, Harry couldn't help but tremble, and then he held Miss Albert's hand, thinking that this would give him some courage.

Clooney also realized something, but she would not apologize so bluntly. A straightforward apology would make people feel more offended.

"People with different pasts." She swallowed and thought about how to continue. Harry's green eyes stared motionless at her face.

"They are also affected by dementors differently -" she said, "just like me, even though I can use the Caller Guard, I am also severely affected."

"This is really strange..." Clooney felt something was wrong with his body after reviewing the review, "It's like I'm missing something than normal..."

"I-I saw my parents." Harry made up his mind. "I heard my mother screaming, you know? Clooney? She was protecting me! At that!"

"In front of that bastard?" Miss Albert took over her words, her tone much more intense than a few years ago, "You saw the scene at that time."

Harry pursed his lips.

This is really a bad memory. Clowney agrees. Here they are again sharing the same enemy.

If there was anyone on campus who could relate to Harry Potter, it was Miss Abbott. They all hated the bastard who took the lives of those they loved...

Hatred is not a bad thing. On the contrary, it brings strength - an unprecedented obsession. This kind of hatred can make ignorant people gain knowledge and cowardly people become brave.