Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Pa!" There was a sound of sticky water slapping against the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Obviously, ma'am," the Black house elf replied expressionlessly, "I'm cleaning the walls."

Who can tell that he is cleaning the wall? Clooney watched in stunned silence as the house elf soaked the gray rags into the turbid water: "You, you mean, you are cleaning?"

She felt like every corner of her body was itching now.

"Obviously." Kreacher snorted from his big pig-like nose, blowing his nose hairs outward.

The long white mixed with gray hair originally covered his eyelids, but now those dirty water stains hang on it, making him look less like a rational house elf and more like an animal that likes to dive in sewers. of mice.

Of course, Clooney disagreed, and rushed to the kitchen below the first floor with hands and feet. Sirius struggled hurriedly among the kitchen utensils that were empty and full of collapsed or cobwebs, and then finally decided to go out to finish the meal for their first meeting.

It was so bad that Clowney couldn't imagine any of them spending a long time here.

This place is more terrifying than Nico's empty old house.

Hygienic.

At their strong request, the house elf Nini drifted from the farm to the door of Black's old house overnight.

"At least tidy up the bedroom first, Sirius." After finally understanding that the man knew nothing about all this and didn't care about other people's involvement in tidying up their "home", Claudine and Nini finally decided to get busy.

"Actually, I can also help..." Sirius stood up from the sofa with long hands and feet.

"We can actually do it too." The children continued helplessly.

"First of all..." Sirius glanced at Kreacher, who looked unhappy, "You have to make sure you won't be scared."

"The bedroom is upstairs," he said. "Maybe a little decorative."

He is right.

Even though he took the lead, the dim light still cast a strange cloud over the corpse display shelves. Each of them no longer had any expectations for the furnishings of this home before climbing to the second floor.

The ladder leading upstairs is at the end of the first floor foyer.

And there, hanging on a decorative panel on the foyer wall, were a row of crumpled house-elf heads.

There’s really no beauty in it.

Just as Crowney doesn't understand why a dead deer or tiger's head should be cut off and hung as a taxidermy, she doesn't see anything "elegant" about hanging the body of a creature ostentatiously in your home.

Of course, "special" means very "special".

Sirius shared their frown of disgust.

This house cannot be plotted. And Sirius stayed with the children again. As a popular figure that the Ministry of Magic currently needs to please, these special names will not cause any commotion around him.

Children can create magic to their heart's content.

And Sirius was obviously not the type to stop children from practicing.

Elf Nini can handle things a thousand times faster than Kreacher. Of course, the premise is that the speed at which Kreacher does anything is measured in thousandths.

They only needed to wave their magic wands and spread the bedding that Miss Albert had prepared for traveling around the place and the bedding that had been collected in her property onto the squeaky bed.

Harry and Ron chose a goose-yellow quilt, but Hermione ultimately decided on the gray bedding set that her "idol" had in the house.

However, the unexpected environment still made the originally enthusiastic children feel a bit like eggplants that had just been beaten by frost. After a while, they were yawning all the time.

"Okay." Crowney waved to the children, "I wish you a good sleep."

"I promise," she said, "you will wake up tomorrow and find that this place is completely different."

"That would be great," Harry said. "This is my 'home' after all."

Harry blinked at Sirius, a happy aura filling his eyes. Sirius saw no other emotion in those eyes that resembled those of his best friend.

His godson showed no distaste for this place at all. He admitted him! This is their "home"!

Sirius' voice suddenly rose an octave higher: "Yes, Harry!"

After the children all went upstairs, he turned his attention to the person in front of him again.

He had been waiting for a day like this for a long time.

But when he actually faced such a scene, he felt that this moment came too quickly.

He had no idea how to face the person in front of him, at least alone.

Claonia Albert slowly sat down on the soft sofa covered with new cushions. Her face was calm, and her facial features that were carefully carved by Merlin flickered in and out of light in the warm candlelight. .

"..." Sirius scratched his cheek a little awkwardly. The elf brought by Claonia was much more capable than Kreacher. She now decided to inspect the dirty kitchen before going back to rest.

"Hi..." he said, "I'm sorry, Clowney."

The girl's gaze remained calm, and her expressionless face made it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

"I mean, I'm sorry for thinking of you that way." Sirius licked his lips and looked away, "And I shouldn't have lied to you."

They actually had a really fun time.

Mr. Black is too independent. They are actually more like roommates than a cat. And he sometimes makes people feel a little lonely.

It's a good thing for kittens to meet their friends. Clowney was happy that he was able to find an animal who could relate to him as an equal.

Of course, there are some other reasons here. Dogs are always more enthusiastic than cats. Every reunion, excited scream and licking can make people deeply feel that they are "loved".

And this kind of unique love cannot be given by anyone.

A slight flow of air flowed out of the nose through the chest. Miss Albert sighed softly.

"To be honest, Sirius," she said, "I do feel a little... lost."

"But actually it's okay. I can understand you." Her tone was very soft, just like she used to talk to him about her thoughts and things she encountered. "In that case, if it were me, maybe I can’t think of a better way.”

But this is a lie.

Clowney believed that he would never let himself be imprisoned unjustly out of some desperation. She will fight as much as possible.

She had heard that Sirius had initially given up the opportunity to come forward with anything to say about himself.

But the cautious look of the man in front of her couldn't make her angry.

This is her dog...

Although not a few months.

Clowney found the situation a bit awkward. She was a little unaccustomed to such a scene. Sirius... Judging from these interactions over time, he is indeed like a child who has not grown up.

Although such a description would be far more offensive when applied to an adult, he does seem like someone Harry's peers. Fun, full of enthusiasm and energy.

If it hadn't happened like that, they might have become very good friends.

After all, Sirius's current attitude is too twisted. It's like paying attention to whether your words and deeds make her feel uncomfortable from time to time.

It was completely different from how he was chatting with other people.

"If you don't come here..." she shouted in a low voice, "Actually, it's still..."

"I may not be able to make a comeback plan, Claudio." Sirius leaned his head over and interrupted her speech.

He came very close, like a low-status wolf in the pack trying to please a high-status wolf, and put his head right in front of her eyes.

"But if you don't mind." He deftly used magic to lift her hand, "Would this make you feel better?"

The feel of furry curly hair is actually not similar to that of dogs. Sirius squatted in front of her, looking at her carefully from bottom to top.

He was still babbled in his mouth: "I don't ask for your forgiveness, Clooney. But I don't want to be a person hated by you. I'm sorry for my unreasonable behavior in the past, but I hope that I can Become...friends with you."

"That time was one of the few happy times I had." He said in a low voice.

Clooney blinked in confusion and his fingers twitched unconsciously.