Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"I originally thought about whether to tell you." Clooney said to the man who was barely supporting himself on the bedside, "But I seemed to know that you would come, and I saw you, and I even knew that you had been with Pomfret before that. Mrs. Lei's dialogue. I didn't quite believe it was true at first. It's really not scientific at all." Clooney began to talk to himself, "But until you came, these things seemed to become real again. , and you said exactly the same thing. Moreover, since I came to the magical world, the original science has been overturned. I don’t know whether what I saw is real or credible, but my intuition tells me that there will be no bad one. result."

"So I made this decision."

Professor Snape looked like he was about to faint, because his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and his body kept leaning to one side. Clooney could even see that he was working hard to straighten himself back up.

"Sorry, Professor." Clooney dragged Snape in towards the bed with great effort - she couldn't even find her wand - wandless magic, in such an emergency, Clooney couldn't even recall levitating. The magic circuit of the curse.

Being in bed for a long time made her feel soft, and she didn't have the strength to exert herself as before. She could only try her best to drag the professor's hand to prevent him from falling to the ground.

The still young teacher had to lie weakly on Clooney's hospital bed to relieve the dizziness. Clooney inexplicably thought that he did not want others to see his embarrassment, so what did she do? Didn't say anything.

After a long silence, Snape's voice finally sounded slowly: "So - these are the reasons for your coma?"

Clooney turned his head to look. He still closed his eyes tightly, but his brows were not furrowed tightly. The stern teacher rarely softened his tone.

"You also saw - my - death?" He said word by word, "Is this a prophecy?"

Snape sounded calm, as if he didn't care at all. Clooney thought maybe it was because it was too bizarre - the clip of the female student who inexplicably appeared in their college had the dean suddenly appear in her head and she was brutally killed - it was too consistent with certain aspects of the wizarding world. A mysterious phenomenon.

"I don't know, Professor." Crowney said, "I also dreamed that Professor McGonagall would become my professor before, but the character of the professor in the dream was different from her in real life. And my nightmare Many situations in it are different from reality. And - I existed in these dreams. This is the first time that I didn't dream about myself, I just saw these."

By this time Snape was much better, he opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

"You're right, Albert." Snape confirmed slowly, "It's really best not to tell other people these things."

"This may be your luck or your misfortune. When the future does not come that day, we will never know what he will be like."

His eyes looked vacant. Although he was indeed talking to Clooney, he seemed to be looking at someone through Clooney.

"If you don't know what the future will be like and the information you get is uncertain, then cherish your present and do what you want to do well. Don't make decisions based on incomplete information. And then regret it. Otherwise you get pretty painful rewards."

Snape sounded extremely soft today, and was even trying to comfort her: This made Clooney feel a little horrified - who would have thought that his stern professor would change his roundabout way of speaking and start speaking softly in just one sleep? How about comforting her with words? Although - well - he was simply stating the facts, it was also a very rare, even unprecedented, matter-of-fact statement without any sarcasm.

"Don't care about this anymore, and don't let it affect you, Albert."

"I will help you ask the divination professor in our school." Snape's thoughts seemed to be brought back to the present from a long time ago, "But there may be no result."

He straightened up and then stood up: "Miss Know-It-All in our academy, please, if you want to practice these magics that you don't fully master next time, please consider your abilities first."

At this moment, Clooney seemed to regret letting Snape see so many things - at least - he could ignore her secretly practicing magic spells!

Now Snape seems to have returned to his original sarcastic self. He stared at Clooney, and then reluctantly sighed: "If your thoughts are so strong, Occlumency is indeed a spell that needs to be learned. Your hard-working professor can indeed solve some troubles for him when you do it." I will provide you with some help later - the premise is that you must do what you should do first."

Clooney was shocked. Her only risky attempt that could be called "brave" actually received such a positive response: she gave her such a huge trust that she didn't know where it came from. , seems to have received comparable returns.

"Thank you, Professor." Clowney replied blankly, "Thank you."

"Get some rest," Snape replied quickly without looking back.

Today is Friday. After Snape left, I don't know what he said to Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey was determined not to let her leave the hospital and wanted her to be observed in the school hospital until classes started on Monday.

"But the final exam is coming soon!" Clooney thought in panic, "I have missed so many! Classes!"

And she feels great now, as if the person who was worried a few moments ago is not herself. She feels that she is more powerful than ever, and the road in front of her is brighter than ever. But doctors' rules are rules, and no one in the school hospital can violate Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, thank you ma'am," Crowney said.

"Don't - think about those books of yours anymore," Madam Pomfrey said. "Your professor said your friends will be back to see you later."

Clooney nodded and began to look through the greeting cards and small gifts again. Mr. Black was the first to come to the ward, with a large bright flower in his mouth.

"It turns out you sent the flowers!" Claudio said with a smile.

The big black cat jumped on her belly, and Crowney's smile twisted almost instantly. Then Mr. Black threw the flowers aside and began to use cat fists on Crowney's head left and right.

"Wait! Wait! This is not my problem!" Crowney shouted in a low voice, "This is not what I thought! I know I made you worry!!"

Mr. Black, who had been grudged for a long time, would not listen to any excuses. Although with the help of his roommates, Mr. Black was not hungry and was doing well, but this did not prevent him from giving Clowney a slap on the head. output.

Clooney hid under the quilt, covering his head with the quilt, listening to Mr. Black meowing angrily while patting the quilt, and laughed evilly.