Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

[My dear godson:

My case will be concluded before your vacation (to be honest, I still think this is too slow), and I'm sorry that I can't be with you during this time.

Forgive me for not being able to tell you much about our past in this letter. But I thought maybe you'd like to know something else about your parents?

Professor Luping is our mutual friend. He is a trustworthy person. If you have any doubts about our affairs, you can ask him.

Although it is very presumptuous to say this, I still want to ask your opinion: Will you be willing to live with me after my case is concluded?

I mean... I'd like to invite you to Black Manor, if you'd like. I miss so much time with you...

Of course, if you reject me, this is a matter of course...]

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At the end of the letter, he finally mentioned: "If it is convenient, please express my most sincere apology to Miss Clooney Abbott for me."

Harry put away in front of the fire the letters that Hedwig had delivered at the dinner table not long ago.

Sirius! Merlin! If there was such a thing in this world, how could anyone refuse to leave that abominable, abusive and inexplicably arrogant Dursley!

As soon as Ron poked his head out of the dormitory, he heard his good brother's excited voice: "Ron! You came just in time!"

"I'm going to meet my godfather soon!"

"This is really good news!"

"And! Sirius mentioned in the letter that he could sign a consent form for me - a consent form for me to go to Hogsmeade!"

The boys excitedly jumped up and down on the brown-red sofa, exuding excited giggles from time to time: "Now I don't have to hide anymore!"

"Oh my God, Harry!" Ron said, "The Black family is one of the best! It is said that the Ministry of Magic is planning to transfer the Order of Merlin to the Black family in order to make up for the regrets of these years!"

"This is so cool!"

"Sirius said that if you don't mind, he also wants to invite you to his 'home'!"

"Is that okay, Ron?"

"Of course!!!" Ron high-fived him happily, "I think mom will definitely not refuse!"

Just as they were happily celebrating their bright holiday, Hermione slammed her beloved book next to the sofa with a red face, and then looked at them with joy: "It seems you know it too?"

"What's wrong-" Ron rubbed his butt and moved himself next to Hermione, "You know what?"

"Have you all forgotten? Buckbeak -" This kind and smart girl's brain is always much easier to use than the boys. She still firmly remembers the strange magical creature that likes to fly freely in her mind. possible encounters.

"Buckbeak's sentence was changed!" Hermione said, "With the guarantee of zoologist Newt Scamander, and in accordance with the Protection of Magical Creatures Act, the Control of Non-Wizard Creatures Act, and the Act on Wizarding Behavior Under the principle of self-limitation of the victim in the Code, Buckbeak's death penalty was rejected."

"Really?" Harry looked at Ron excitedly, "How do you know?"

"Hagrid told me!" Hermione looked at them strangely, "Didn't you meet him?"

Harry, who was eager to fly to Black Mansion, and Ron, who was looking forward to his new pet, had almost forgotten about it. They laughed and pretended not to hear the question.

"That's really good news!" Ron echoed her.

"But Buckbeak can't stay at school," said Hermione. "It is said that Newt Scamander also agreed with Malfoy and Lucius reached a subtle agreement on controlling the Hippogriff. The decision was made. Send Buckbeak to the protection base in charge of Mr. Scamander."

(Hagrid: Just to appease that little guy!)

"That's the author who wrote "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"!" The boys were still looking at her confused, as if they were dumbfounded, so she had to reintroduce the person who played a decisive role in this case. Celebrity, "It's the same person! Do you understand now?"

"I understand..." The boys nodded in understanding.

"Anyway, Buckbeak is okay, right?" Harry grabbed her hand and high-fived her, "That's great! Hermione!"

Hermione smirked, suddenly feeling less happy than before.

Harry took out from the inner part of his robes the map that the well-meaning Weasley twins had given him to escape that painful moment when he was alone.

In Dumbledore's office, several names were stacked one on top of another, and several Scamanders could be vaguely seen inside.

"Now, can this thing be returned to its original owner?" Harry pointed to the place with a smile, "Maybe if we stay at the door of the principal's office now, we can still see that famous person - Hermione?"

"He is indeed great," said Hermione, "but this..."

"If you want it," said Ron, "then you have to work hard for it?"

"If you really have any questions?" Ron said, and Hermione took out a thick leather notebook from her purse, which was overlapped with "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

This can increase the friction between books.

"Please don't..." Ron lamented to this behemoth, "This 'great wizard' probably won't be happy to see so many problems..."

In Dumbledore's office, Newt Scamander was sitting with his grandson, his lips opening and closing from time to time.

Hagrid was still standing nearby, his huge hand tightly clasping Newt's free hand.

This old man is getting older, and the skin between his eyebrows and eyes is spread out. Time has not left strong traces on his face. There are very few wrinkles. It seems that there are not many events that make him sad.

The hand held by Hagrid was scarred, but fortunately there was no missing arm or leg.

"It's okay, Hagrid." His voice was gentle, and it had a soothing function whenever he spoke it.

Hagrid couldn't say anything. The clumsy giant couldn't think of a suitable word to express his gratitude: "I really..."

"I really don't know what I would do without you...poor Buckbeak..."

"Educating children is indeed not an easy task." Newt comforted him and told him seriously, "So when letting them get along with magical animals, especially such large magical animals, you have to keep an eye on them as much as possible. Hold them."

"Of course, I don't mean that children will definitely hurt magical animals, but we can't rule out that some children don't like this subject, right?"

"I thought it was because someone liked this course that they would choose..."

"It's a pity that some people don't like magical beasts, but they still engage in similar jobs." Newt said, "So be more careful... to protect them, and to protect yourself, Hagrid."

"Of course, there are innocent magical animals - they don't know anything and just act on instinct. Magical animals have innate characteristics. If we use people's own concepts to restrain them - physical animals will never be willing to interact with them. People communicate.”

"I heard - there is a child in your school who loves magical animals?"

"Yes, Grandpa." Rolf, Scamander just finished writing the last stroke of the neat record.

The most troublesome thing for his willful grandfather is to sit in front of the chopping board and pick up his pen to write down the rules, so this kind of thing is usually done by this unlucky guy.

"Albert Claudia." He capped the pen. "I've even seen her playing tug-of-war with dogs. She also rolled in the mud with the wolves in the Forbidden Forest."

Miss Albert, who was hiding in Snape's private office to help cut the potion, sneezed viciously: "Who? What?"

"Shut your nose!" Professor Snape turned his head quickly, just in time to see Crowney who turned his head to the side.

Fortunately, her brain was always so bright, and she kept her head away from Snape's 'expensive' and 'important' medicinal materials when Ah Zhi had some warning signs.

"Is my breathing going to disturb you too? Professor?" Miss Albert sniffed and felt something cold on her back.

"Shut up." Professor Snape's hand stirred without stopping, but he could see her movements as if he had eyes behind his back, "Also, put the organs on your face where they should be. "

"I think someone is talking about me behind my back!!!" She still put away her grimace, but the chill still crawled up her spine...

This is definitely not an illusion! Someone must be secretly planning something... maybe Fred and George! These two bad guys! !

Crowney viciously pounded the poor particles, turning them into an even finer powder.

"I want to give them a good look!!!"