Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

There are quite a lot of patients with pre-exam anxiety, as can be seen from the groups of students who stayed in the study room tonight, struggling under the flickering light of candles.

But only Miss Albert examined the most subjects.

The result of being too excited and anxious was that she couldn't sleep, even though she knew that fighting would require more energy than usual.

God!

Claudia stared straight into the darkness in front of her with her round eyes, and heard the even breathing of the girls beside her.

Oh, Helles sounds particularly heavy, he must be dreaming.

Amelia kept swallowing, either dreaming of drinking water or eating.

Should she ask for a bottle of Good Dreams Potion? ! She sat up from the bed and stretched her neck to look at the bedside to see if anyone was awake and could be disturbed by her.

Mr. Black's cat litter was empty, and there was a huge dent in the cold mat. It seemed that he was also worried about her future.

The weather is good today, the sky is clear and full of stars.

"I should have expected it and prepared it in advance..." Clooney got out of bed, "Twelve o'clock, before twelve o'clock."

"And a pick-me-up tomorrow!"

“Even dry chewing mint for me!”

Originally, he just wanted to meditate beside the empty black lake at night, but the tall centaur seemed to have known that the incident would develop this way.

Mr. Bain Yang still wore his wild and messy hair, and his always serious face finally showed a soft smile like the moonlight.

Centaurs always wear no clothes. In order to be closer to nature, they do not dress themselves up in the complicated and beautiful costumes of wizards like vampires. Even women do.

The first time she passed by the centaur building a base, the bronzed flesh still dazzled her eyes. It took her a long time to change her gaze from the numerous, lean and full of people who were almost rudely attached to others. Move away physically with strength.

After that, she never had the courage to go deeper.

"Tomorrow is your basic exam, isn't it?" Bain crossed his arms over his chest, and his originally flat chest muscles created an obvious ravine due to his movements.

The beige moon looked like he was covered with sunscreen for a bodybuilding competition.

The centaurs are in motion every day, whether they are chasing the stars or hunting or gathering, they have no time to rest.

"I'm just a little unsure." Genius children occasionally have the inherent troubles of mortals. "For many things, people will find it novel the first time, and people will feel cautious the second time, but if it is always in my heart Do you keep mentioning it?"

"Isn't this going to make people bored easily?"

She seemed to just want to find someone to talk to, although Bain didn't think it was a good thing to find someone to talk to all night before the exam.

As a centaur who always appears as a serious elder and is jokingly called "the silent volcano of uncertainty" by Fezeron, he actually has a touch of gentleness. Of course, this preferential treatment is limited to teenagers.

He sighed: "So?"

"So I'm always worried that people won't like me if I always express my feelings of 'I'm worried and at a loss' to them, right?"

"Even if the relationship is very close."

"So you just choose to tell multiple people about the same thing that worries you?"

"Also, tell this to someone who doesn't really care about the development of the matter but cares enough about me." Clooney looked at him pointedly.

In fact, it doesn't mean that the Alberts don't care enough about her.

But even though they are on the same land, the closed nature of the magical world that has not yet been opened obviously makes it difficult for these ordinary but extraordinary people to help her.

They knew nothing about magic, and could only deduce from history books that the boundaries between Muggles and wizards were as clear as slaves and masters.

But wizards have extraordinary means, and they do not have almost the same physical fitness and wisdom as common people and nobles.

"I really can't imagine what my parents will ask of me after they know that Voldemort is still alive and is eyeing everyone in the world, even though they haven't asked me anything before."

"It seems that they respect you very much." Uncle Bain, his close friend, followed her words and said, "It is very normal for cubs to encounter problems that cannot be solved, so they should stay with the tribe all the time before they reach adulthood. No matter what A centaur or a wizard, Clowney."

"But I said I couldn't help them," she said. "Wizards' methods are completely different from Muggles' methods. Before that, Muggles only regarded souls as a joke, but wizards can To truly realize the eternity of the soul..."

"Even if it's a hot weapon, a simple fire-blocking spell can easily disable it."

"Although armor protection is very useful, there are very few wizards who master it. But Voldemort is obviously the best among them."

“Every time I take a step forward, I find his shadow everywhere,” she said. “It’s like I’m destined to go through this. I want to tell myself that I have to win, and we will win, and then there will be more. good life."

"Don't want to think about the possibility of failure."

“But in this way, you will feel that the process of arriving in the future is very long, and there are a lot of things that should be done.”

"But you are not a Muggle, you are a wizard. Clooney." Bain pressed her head with his rough palm, treating the conversation between them in the most ordinary way as he had done countless times before.

Even though this content sounds much deeper than the trivial things that happen in life.

"Don't naturally separate yourself from the world. We are all part of this world." Bain said, "Your trust in a person's delivery depends on your understanding of them. If you believe that someone is involved in something, There will definitely be a decision that is contrary to yours, so you really don’t have to tell them.”

"You mean?"

"You're afraid they'll ask you to go back to your old world, aren't you?"

Masters of divination are always good at reading people's hearts. Even without using Legilimency, they can guess the troubles of the bereaved very closely.

"But they are my relatives..."

"I firmly believed that nothing should be hidden from our own people, but I was the first to do so," Claudia said.

"But I don't want to drag anyone else into this dirty and dangerous whirlpool, sir."

Pettigrew was successfully arrested, but she had a stronger feeling that something bad was about to happen. Not just Voldemort.

It seems that in the future for a longer period of time, she will face not only Voldemort, but also more things.

She didn't think she really had that powerful ability to balance it. Even a little mouse that she could easily control knew how to use tricks to escape from the Ministry of Magic.

The truth of fictitious events, incomplete laws, age restrictions on Muggle wizards, and the alliances between families are all boulders standing in the way of the so-called beautiful utopia.

"The world is made up of many people." Bain said, "You are just too anxious, Clowney."

"Everyone is in a whirlpool, and the world is not only made of black and white."

"do not worry."

He was silent for a long time, and then he spoke with determination: "I will be by your side."

Bain looked up at the sky and saw the moon hanging on the treetops.

"Maybe you need a cuddle before bed?"

This is driving people away.

Crowney wrinkled his nose and pretended he didn't hear the suggestion. He was whistling like he was trying to cover up something.

The little devil heard strange noises and crawled over sparsely from the bushes, shaking his head in an attempt to understand what was making the noise that would never have appeared in the middle of the night.

"Okay." Bain took a few steps forward. The tall centaur's shadow under the moon almost swallowed the large open space into darkness. Cloney could hear the little devils hurriedly scrambling. The ground ran back into the water and screamed.

The centaur with an extremely oppressive figure bent down and scooped the girl into his arms.

"I weigh one hundred and twenty pounds!"

But that's nothing compared to a creature six or seven times her weight. Bain's chest kept vibrating because of his low laughter: "Is this heavy?"

The horseman has a unique scent of animal fur, a bit like cooked rice, a bit like crushed grass, and also has the sweetness of leaves that have been trampled after the rain. There is also a smell of human sebum.

It smells good.

Just like when she was a child, during a particularly difficult period, such a warm embrace in this unaccompanied magical world provided her with a harbor where she could piece together the chaos.

Mr. Bain was extremely strong and understood her needs very well. The arm around her back almost made her breathless.

But a huge sense of security still surrounded her.

"You'll make it, Clowney," he said lowly.

Even if you encounter many difficulties.

"But eventually you'll make it."

Clonia finally felt sleepy.