Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This seems to be a fairly old castle and the people who run it clearly don't take very good care of it.

There are various sculptures in the castle, some are made of unknown stones and are covered with dust. As soon as Clooney walks in, he can smell the smell of dust like the fragrance of jasmine; The ones are made of steel.

Of course, it is not a good thing to have too many weird statues indoors, but fortunately, most of these statues are uniform and not scary. It is even impossible to see their faces clearly - most of them are statues of guards.

Whenever she passed the second intersection at the corner, the loyal guard who looked a little rusty would salute her in a funny way and say hello to her with a crunching voice.

Mr. Guard was in a good mood today. He raised his iron spear again and waved it at her.

"Hello, sir! Everything goes well!" Clooney's lips were raised because of the helmeted knight, and she hurriedly responded happily to the enthusiastic soldier.

But soon, the harmonious time together was interrupted by an unusually abrupt and discordant voice.

Originally, Clooney wanted to ask where she was, but finally someone in armor was willing to pay attention to her——

She was a little helpless.

"Excuse me - please give way." A black-haired boy in uniform raised his head high, drawled a long tone, and then glanced at her condescendingly, "You are blocking my way. .”

He looks tall and handsome, but he looks very difficult to deal with.

Although the castle is dilapidated, it does not look desolate and quiet inside at all. This place seemed to be a school, with people coming and going, all wearing the same uniforms and big cloaks, but it was all pitch black. Only the hoods and badges on their chests, and the ties at their collars, distinguished them from each other.

"This person is really strange." She looked around with some confusion. This seemed to be a corridor, but these hurried people were walking their own way. Even when they were about to meet her, they would naturally stop. She avoided any hospitals that seemed to talk to her.

Only this glib-looking boy came over and emphasized that she shouldn't stand in the middle of the corridor, as if she had done something wrong.

She shook her head, not wanting to cause a fight. When Crowney confirmed that the boy was speaking to her, she just nodded.

Although his tone was not very good, Crowney thought, it didn't matter.

Clooney took a step back facing the boy, but put on something soft and hard at the same time——

"Feel sorry--"

When the boy was about to say something with his mouth wide open, he was interrupted by others. This sound quickly attracted Crowney's attention. After all, hitting someone was more serious than blocking the road.

"Miss Albert." When she turned around, the person she bumped into said, "I'm sorry, we have no more empty dormitories."

The face looked familiar, but when Clooney subconsciously turned his head to look behind him again, the boy with a bad temper had long since disappeared.

In his place was a brown-haired boy with a vague face who looked particularly kind. He smiled reassuringly at her and retreated behind the others.

He seemed to disappear into the crowd instantly.

But it was precisely because of this brown-haired boy's actions that she finally realized that she was taller than the crowd around her.

The figure who was originally opposite her continued: "Although, although this is not good."

Crowney turned her head again. It was very rude not to face her when someone is talking to you.

"But there must be no problem." The woman seemed very satisfied with her behavior. She nodded to Clooney, but the slight smile soon disappeared.

The tall, thin woman pursed her lips tightly and looked disapproving of what she was about to blurt out, but she seemed to be trying to convince herself.

Her face, which looked particularly serious, had a very inconsistent and cowardly expression, causing the wrinkles between her eyebrows to be flattened into a straight line.

"Miss Albert, as long as you abide by the rules with peace of mind, nothing will happen to you!" said Nono, a lady in a green velvet robe, "Nothing will happen at all!"

Before Clooney could react, she nodded along with Nono and found herself standing in front of a white door.

"This place looks even older than the castle..." Clooney poked his head around. The surrounding area was pitch black, and there seemed to be no other rooms. They were just stone walls one after another.

The lady opened the door. Fortunately, the room was still very bright. The darkness outside was quickly dispersed by the bright lights in the house. This made Clooney feel a little calmer because she was alone in a strange environment. She soon began to look at her next rest. Territory.

This room seemed to have been a storage room before, because there were some very old-looking wooden boxes piled up beside it, and some splintered wood chips were still in place. The walls were painted white, but this was obviously superfluous - because no one had paid attention to them for a long time, they were covered with gray stains, someone's dirty fingerprints, and the whole thing had turned yellow due to oxidation.

Clooney frowned and turned his gaze back to the desk.

The only complete large object in the small space is also disappointing.

This room looks a little cramped, but it still has to fit such a worn-out wooden desk?

She found it a little funny.

The original lines on the table made of yellow wood were almost cracked, revealing sharp wooden thorns, but they were not harmful - because these wooden thorns became very brittle for some reason, more like some kind of animal being exposed to the sun. Dried skin sloughs.

She sighed and pulled away the white floor mat in front of her. Beside the floor mat was a standing wall clock that was tinkling.

"Professor," she said, "Can I take this thing away?"

The vertical wall clock is made into a style like a modern wash basin, and it also contains a ladle of water. It is obviously not a wise choice to place such a thing next to the floor. Although Clooney still has some confidence in his sleeping appearance, no one can guarantee that an accident may happen at any moment.

But this small request was dismissed by the lady leading the group.

She sighed deeply: "No, Miss Albert, it is a very important thing."

"You just need to remember two things:"

"Don't let any identical objects appear in this room. If you accidentally bring them in, you must leave the room immediately and come out to report."

"If you can't tell if it's true, take a sip of the water in the basin. Normally, it won't have any taste. If the taste changes, you must get out of here immediately."

"Okay, Professor." She nodded obediently. She had been waiting for the bright moon outside the stone window for a long time. She felt that she was exhausted after a day of migration.