Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Are you really not studying?" Baring his teeth like a dog, Slytherin's fifth-year prefect turned around the entire campus, searching from the bottom of the castle to the top, and then caught them selling their products at the entrance of the auditorium. The Weasley twins.

The boys' red hair was very conspicuous, not to mention their huge size and the circles of people who came to talk to them.

They were indeed very popular, and even among the Slytherins who thought they were Gryffindors, few hated the twins who always brought laughter.

When the flow of people slowed down a bit, Claudia crossed her arms and looked at the boys who were taller than herself in an invincible manner.

The two of them laughed involuntarily, as if they understood her purpose very well.

The students in the lower grades dispersed like birds and beasts. Only two red-haired Gryffindor vendors were left.

"Are you really not studying at all?"

"We know it all!" Fred and George were carrying huge backpacks and easy-to-access wooden boxes hanging on their chests. There were a dazzling array of products inside. They could see the students even in between conversations. The constant gazes. The flow of people in the auditorium is indeed very high. When dinner is approaching, some impatient students run into the auditorium to wait for the meal.

There are also self-study students who choose to come here to discuss issues.

"You don't think you can get away with this, do you?"

"Whose idea was it?"

"Fred's," George said.

"George's," said Fred.

"Damn it! It's clearly you!" The boys pointed at each other and looked in her direction.

"hateful!"

"You two demons! You are the real demons!"

"We just admire your paintings very much, Lenny." Fred's face was full of a flattering smile, and he came forward flatteringly.

George also quickly picked up the conversation: "The golden python in your college - I mean Helles Wilson, she likes your paintings very much -"

"No one has ever done it before, and no one will do it since!" Fred said.

"It's worth a look for everyone!" George agreed.

"Aren't you trying to make fun of me?" Claonia raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and slightly retracted his head in doubt, but his tone was much better, "Really?"

What a show!

The boys looked at each other and wanted to applaud themselves for their quick reaction.

"Of course, Clooney!" Fred continued, "Don't you think your painting is beautiful?"

"Outstanding painter!" George exclaimed, clapping his hands.

"But Porto—"

"You know, he is always silly." George's expression was very exaggerated, "How do Hufflepuffs know how to appreciate art?"

"Then - what I met..."

The boys, one on the left and one on the right, put their arms around her shoulders and began to play wildly.

“They all rave about the packaging, right?”

"What you draw is their soul!"

“Every movement and stillness has expression!”

"Who else could draw such sexy strokes?"

There really is no one.

Fred and George have a point.

Miss Albert nodded approvingly.

She really loved her paintings and thought they were always full of art. She may be like Van Gogh, who is difficult to appreciate by ordinary people of his generation! She couldn't help but secretly rejoice: She still has very good taste - her best friend! Take a look! How innocent and artistic they are!

Sure enough, there is nothing she is not good at, even painting!

This is a small step towards promoting her art!

Another voice broke her smug reverie.

"Oh! No!" George let go as fast as lightning and wailed. He already recognized the voice.

"Merlin's pants!" Fred took a deep breath.

"Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall emerged from behind Miss Albert like a ghost, and no one noticed when she appeared.

She has been here a long time ago. However, it seemed that they were having a great time chatting and had no time to worry about the whereabouts of an old professor.

Filch complained that bird droppings had recently begun to appear everywhere in the school - these playful students had chosen to take it for granted after transforming into rectal animals. While the castle warden's list of prohibited items could fill a book - Weasleys appear at Hogwarts, so the list has to be updated as and when.

"Come on, transform into candies." Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and swept away the candies hanging in the wooden cabinet in front of them. "I'll give them to you after the holiday."

"I don't care what you do with them in the future, gentlemen." Professor McGonagall felt a headache for the young people in his college who had jumped away. "It is indeed a very brilliant combination of transformation and potions. I have to praise you for your skills." Talent.”

"But the most important thing for you now is the exam that's just around the corner." She pointedly pointed at their backpacks and tried her best to nuzzle, "Relax after the exam, gentlemen."

She glanced at Claonia, who was frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Minerva McGonagall even suspected that she had suddenly awakened her innate Legilimency.

Claudia Albert - she must be mourning the end of her artistic career before it even began.

Professor McGonagall lowered her head and secretly glanced at the wrappers of the deformed candy that was popular throughout the school. She was really curious about the weird patterns inside the whole set of candy wrappers. Even if you put together the candies confiscated by several professors in class, you can only see two or three kinds. After all, there are not that many bold students.

Ah, it is indeed very difficult to describe.

Besides the devil goat and the striped rabbit, there are also sea urchins, and there are more than one kind. It’s hard to imagine that the author of this painting was the always shy Albert.

Hmm...how can I say it's good-looking...

But when she thought of the upcoming exam, she still swallowed her true words, so that it would not affect the child's mood at this time.

"Slytherin also has such honest students." She sighed inwardly, feeling that her stereotype was indeed quite serious, "and he is also a student with good conduct."

This is what I painted...it's really not a pretty painting.

But it’s very unique!

Professor McGonagall convinced herself.

There was no trace of water on her face, and she still maintained a serious expression. When she turned around, she couldn't help but materialize that sigh into reality.

"After all, no one is perfect," she thought, "How wonderful this is..."

Behind her, Claudia Albert's tail was almost wagging to the sky.

"She looked at it several times! Clooney!" Fred mysteriously leaned into her ear and was still mumbling, "I saw it!"

"It seems that our dean is also very talented in art!" George continued, "She definitely wants to collect your collection of paintings for free!"

Slytherin's fifth-year prefect came angrily and said goodbye to them with his big teeth bared.