Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Because of Professor Lupine's furry little annoyance, Professor Snape had to attend the night patrol in his stead. Crowney walked away while reading letters from home, much to the annoyance of the giant bat.

"Okay, Professor." Clowney said, "I also feel that your mood has improved a lot recently."

"We have to let our know-it-all condescend to speculate on her poor professor's mood." Under Snape's glare, Clooney finally put away her letter paper, "Don't speculate on other people's thoughts!"

"Oh." Miss Albert replied dryly.

Night patrol with Snape was actually a good thing, at least when he wasn't so angry. It was a pleasure to hear him recite certain points of study - whether for potions or spells.

Even students who go out at night are caught.

This is a kind of fun for him. Those who partner with him have little fear of offending other students. They can even stand by pitifully and act out a feeling of being coerced and sell favors.

The professors don't use the search method used in the castle's magic circle. Clooney didn't understand what Dumbledore was planning.

He seemed to know a lot about many things, and in rumors many years ago, some even thought he could predict things.

But in Clowney's view, many famous prophets died young...so this might just be a rumor.

Evening primroses are growing nicely thanks to the recent full moon and they will be ripe soon.

The recent rain has made the land in the Forbidden Forest soft and you can sink directly into the mud if you step on it. The golden evening primrose could actually survive in such an environment without root rot, which surprised Cloney very much.

The famous potion master occasionally needs to pick these herbs himself in order to obtain medicinal materials with extraordinary effects.

Clooney followed Snape bitterly, and together they waited in the rain for the evening primrose to open its arms.

Once it opens, carefully throw it out with the roots attached. Evening primrose would emit a faint light, and when Clowney handed the bottle to the difficult teacher, he was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Miss Albert tilted her head. She noticed that Snape's eyes suddenly became distracted and she realized what she had done wrong. "Did I hurt the root system?"

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, as if he saw someone else through her.

There was no light outside on a rainy day, only the faint glow of evening primrose and the warm yellow glow of the spell. It made Clooney's face white and yellow. Snape tapped her wand and asked her to change the light back to its original cold white.

"No." He replied decisively, "You did a great job."

Today's professor is also very abnormal, and he doesn't even talk trash.

Miss Albert was confused and said goodbye to Snape at the door of the office before yawning and returning to her own territory.

When he returned to the dormitory, Mr. Black was wagging his tail impatiently.

"What's wrong with you, kitten?" Crowney asked strangely, "Why are you like this - is there anything unhappy?"

Blake had a foul look on his face, as if he was very eager to tell her something.

She took out the map and tried to find traces of Blake from it. It shouldn't be difficult for the headmaster to catch Black - he can't apparate, and he's not as powerful as Dumbledore.

Is this another "test" left for Harry? But why does it have to be Harry?

She didn't see Sirius Black, but she saw Peter Pettigrew. He didn't stay with Ron.

So Clowney walked out again.

From the other end of the kitchen, Crowney followed the name and walked to the first floor. She almost coincides with the name. She saw no ghost.

What she saw was a very familiar rat.

"Scabbers?" Clooney pretended not to know anything and stuffed the parchment in his hand back into his clothes, "Why are you here alone?"

There is a detective she admires very much. He once said this: "When you eliminate all other possibilities, the final answer, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth."

She caught the mouse before Mr. Black: "I told Ron that the castle is full of cats - even if Professor McGonagall won't attack you, if you run around like this, you will be eaten by cats one day. Dropped."

Banban was trembling in her hands, looking as if he had fled somewhere else, and as if there was indeed a cat by his side just now.

"If you're so scared, you shouldn't run out on your own." Clooney put the mouse into a thin iron cage that he temporarily transformed from iron sheets, and then hung it on the roof to ensure that there was no cat. be able to reach it.

"I'll find Ron tomorrow and return you to him." She said to herself, "I have to get some sleep."

Tonight the fog is even more urgent than usual.

She suddenly saw a handsome face, that face was very familiar, but also very strange. The young and old man shouted affectionately: "Harry!"

Then he was hit by a green spell and fell out from one end of the curtain.

Clooney looked around and saw more familiar figures. There's Lucius Malfoy's iconic long platinum hair, there's Harry Potter, and there's a screaming, laughing, beautiful but hideous madwoman.

Harry yelled, "No! Sirius!"

Then she woke up. My left eye feels sore, as if it had just been taken off last night and then reinstalled haphazardly.

After checking in the mirror and seeing nothing strange, she slowly stood up.

She told her roommates about the mouse and decided to return Scabbers to Ron before breakfast.

Mr. Black looked even worse. He seemed to have been staring at the mouse all night, and his big eyes were almost too sleepy to open.

He kept his eyes open for too long.

When she returned Scabbers to Ron, Mr. Black bit her trouser leg angrily, as if he had gone crazy.

"What are you doing!!!!!!!!!" Miss Albert screamed, "You have other toys!!!"

"Really, Ron." Crowney said earnestly, "If you don't want this mouse to die from the cat's mouth, you really need to take good care of him..."

"I think Mr. Black couldn't resist the urge to bite him."

"It's all Crookshanks - that bad cat!" Ron didn't care about Hermione's expression at the side, "He must have led Black astray - he has never treated Scabbers like this before!"

"There are other cats!" Crowney said. "It's a very irresponsible choice to throw a mouse into a group of cats."

Harry was also discharged from hospital. They smiled at each other knowingly before saying goodbye.

Even after walking far away, one could still hear Ron's complaints and Hermione's plausible rebuttals. Harry was caught between them, not knowing how to persuade them.

"If it were me, I would never keep mice with other animals," Clowney said. "The same goes for birds."

Black strongly disagrees with this view and believes that he and Fox have a good relationship.

Crowney saw this thought in the cat's face. It had been a long time since she had had a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Black.

They were both cats - she really needed to talk to him about it and not do those dangerous things.