Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Miss Albert." A low voice woke Claudius from his memories. Clooney raised her head when she heard the sound and found the dark professor standing in front of her hospital bed. "Are you doing any magic research during this time?"

Clooney saw Madam Pomfrey nod at Professor Snape from behind, then turned to give them the space.

"No, Professor." Clooney said, "I have been thinking about the theoretical issues of how magic works for a while, and I have not studied a specific magic."

"Then have you done any other research that has nothing to do with the knowledge you are learning now?" The dark professor glared at her with dark eyes on his dark face.

"If it's learning ahead of time." Clooney scratched his cheek unconsciously with his index finger in embarrassment, "I did do that."

"But my learning progress should be consistent with what the professors know." Crowney said, "I hope to publish a theoretical paper on silent spells and wandless magic in "Magic Innovation" in the future... Professor Liwei also discussed the feasibility of my idea with me before he left, and we were discussing some other related issues a few days ago."

"Should I be glad that you were not assigned to Ravenclaw?" Professor Snape sneered, "You may be the first wizard in the history of Hogwarts to be admitted to the hospital for studying too hard. Should I How many points do you want to add to Slytherin for your feats? For Miss Albert's tireless and diligent study?"

“If you don’t know how to protect your body, then don’t do things beyond your capabilities—for example—excessive study!”

"You gave Mr. Diggory a terrible fright!"

Clooney was even more embarrassed. She stared at the dark man in front of her, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her head, as if something appeared in her mind automatically. She instinctively felt that she could say something to this man. The arguments she had originally thought of were completely overturned in one breath.

"Professor," Crowney said, "I just - I think - there may be other factors that caused the current situation."

Clooney added before Snape's anger was ready to explode further: "There seem to be a lot more things in my mind that don't belong to me. I don't know what they are, and some of them are not in the language I have learned. , some are like stories, a very vivid story that tells the life of another person. But now they are like broken glasses, floating around in my head , I can see a lot of fragments inside, they are both huge and fragmented, which makes my head feel empty and confused now."

Snape quietly put his hands around his chest and looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her further explanation. He looked now—well, Clowney couldn't see anything. So she continued:

"I don't know how to describe my emotions now, and I don't know how to describe these fragments in my head. But I do know something that I don't know when will happen. There is something about you in it."

Clooney looked at the indifferent professor in front of him, and then said sincerely: "If you don't mind, I mean, Legilimency might be of some help to this."

Clooney saw some vigilance on the face of the professor who had always been calm, and added to himself: "I have some subtle understanding of the principles and operation of Legilimency, Professor. . But what I know about your Legilimency ability also comes from this inexplicable coma."

"So our clever Miss Albert wants her Potions Master to perform Legilimency on her? When she is only a first-year freshman?" Snape's vigilance was met by his disdainful indifference. replaced.

Clooney just stared into his eyes trustingly and said nothing.

"In just one year -" Snape said viciously, "In just one year, you dare to have such a great sense of trust in a stranger? Don't be as reckless as a Gryffindor! Are you really Have you ever understood what happens with Legilimency?”

"Professor," Clooney said, "I know my situation is strange now, but I think it is right to do so. There is an inexplicable emotion lingering in me now, which prompts me to surrender my trust in you."

“Trust is a very important thing, and when it is handed over, it means the possibility of taking risks.”

"I've thought about it a lot, but I think only you are qualified to know these things."

Snape didn't feel that the girl with the same color eyes as him was lying in front of him. He took out his wand, sat beside her bed, and followed Crowney's suggestion.

Clowney was indeed a special case for Snape. In his long coaching career, he has never met someone who is so eager to absorb knowledge in his youth, although she is like other children of this age, playing, running around in groups, and full of energy. go. But when in confinement, she was also quiet and without a sense of presence - this is not to say that other students in confinement were not quiet - after all, no one dared to ignore his majesty under his heavy pressure, but that this kind of coming from Miss Albert's quietness was not due to fear of a strict teacher like other little animals. She is just simple and calm. Miss Albert would not tremble when facing him - although she would not be with other professors either - and even showed some intimacy. This kind of intimacy even made Hufflepuff's new star dare to face him. stayed after class to help him pack up the utensils and materials for Potions class.

Snape hadn't given her any more detentions since last school year. But after the holidays, she would still come to the cellar regularly to help - although she also learned something - but this was indeed the first one.

"A helpful little snake who works silently and without regrets?" Snape laughed sarcastically in his heart. "What secrets does she have that only I can know?"

It feels good to be cared for and trusted by others, and no one would hate a student who is quiet, sensible and eager to learn. Snape had to admit that he did like this student's intelligence, provided that this intelligence would not harm her. Snape hoped that this "genius" in his college would not do anything outrageous, or even block her own future development path.

"Legilimency." He waved his wand.

When staring into Albert's eyes, Snape seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​love. He saw many people, including the Albert couple whom he had never met before, the big cat who sometimes followed Albert and even occasionally came to the cellar to pick her back to her dormitory, the noisy Gryffindor twins, and some The Hufflepuff star who is smart and not annoying has weird magical animals, teachers from the house, Muggles, and even a little bit of classmates from other houses or Slytherin.

Snape felt extremely awkward: it was really strange for him to feel such overwhelming love from a twelve-year-old child.

Then Snape saw himself.

From Albert's perspective, Snape himself was a silent but busy, and occasionally evil-minded strict teacher. But Snape could feel an extraordinarily heavy sense of trust and admiration from her: this kind of emotion had also appeared in other professors, and it didn't seem like a big deal that a fraternity such as Miss Albert would have this kind of emotion for him. Something special. But the trust placed in him seemed particularly abnormal: Albert seemed to trust him extraordinarily. This kind of trust went beyond the trust limited to Master Yan. Snape felt that Albert thought he was this Hogg. Wu Zili was beyond the existence of other professors. Because of this trust, this fraternity little snake was even willing to tell him his hidden secrets - only to him.

"A child's trust," Snape thought.

This is so strange, what caused it? Because he is the Head of Slytherin? Although it was nice to be trusted by someone so inexplicably, even in his life, it was rare, but what did Albert want to tell him?

This kind of trust was unfounded and reached its peak when Albert fainted. Snape could even feel the majestic sense of determination reverberating in Albert's head. Then a noseless green sliced ​​bread appeared in front of him.

"Wait, wait, professor." Albert's voice sounded. It's really not a good idea to let people wander around in your own head. She herself feels that doing so is too crazy. "This is just my nightmare, something that happens later."

"Further back." Snape saw a curtain. There were two people talking behind the curtain, one was himself and the other was a man with a blurry face.

The man hit the air hard with his wand, but nothing happened. A cage containing a snake rolled across the air. The cage covered his head and shoulders, and then the man made a "Sisi" sound, But he knew the meaning of this sound.

"kill."

A scream of terror. Snape saw that the remaining color on his face had disappeared, his black eyes suddenly dilated, and the snake's fangs penetrated his neck. He struggled in vain to break free from the magic cage that held him, and his knees weakened. Fell to the floor.

"I'm sorry," the man said coldly.

The man whose face could not be seen clearly pointed to the snake cage filled with stars. It floated away from himself. He fell to the ground, blood pouring out from the wound on his neck.

Then a great sadness came over Snape, trying to engulf him. Many fragments flashed rapidly in Albert's mind, as if they were repelling his reading. Some of them were books, some were scenes from unknown places, and they were also filled with many mysterious texts that he had never seen before.

"That's it, Professor." Albert's voice sounded at this time.

But Snape could no longer hear clearly. He was so dizzy from the impact of this huge stream of consciousness. He quickly withdrew.