Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

【All right. ] Clooney suppressed the indescribable awkward feeling in his heart. She gave herself an affirmation.

No one had ever said that to her. Of course, she seemed to say similar things to the people she loved often, but it was obvious that her happy times were not as few as Sirius's.

He's good-looking, he was really hardworking as her dog, and most importantly, he has a very good attitude now.

That's not bad either.

She touched the fluffy hair lightly and then withdrew her hand. Pretending not to see Sirius' watery eyes.

The hearty smile returned to the man's face again.

He stood up, exhaled as if relaxed, and then stretched: "Hey."

It really looks a bit silly, like a picture of a mole holding a mole with its tongue crooked.

Crowney laughed too.

In the days that followed, they quickly became familiar with each other. It was hard for Clowney to imagine that friendship with someone could be established so quickly.

Except for the occasional smell of smelly dog's feet and kissing of smelly dog's head that appeared in front of their eyes, they had no other accidents.

Of course, the person happiest about this situation is none other than Harry Potter.

The day before Miss Albert left Black House, he stuck to Claudine's side like the glue invented by the Weasley brothers, feeling happy that she had established a good relationship with her godfather.

The day after cleaning the room, she and Hermione had a girl's talk.

Cedric's ambition frightened Hermione, who felt that facing herself more urgently than anything else.

Hermione talked to her a lot.

From end-of-school exams to university application submissions. She didn't seem to have a clear idea of ​​what career she wanted to pursue in the future or where she wanted to go.

But this is normal, they are still children, and the possibilities are endless. Not everyone knows what they should do or want to do when they are born.

Smart people have more opportunities to face the ever-changing times. No matter what degree.

"I don't want to be a dentist," Hermione said, "and I don't have a particular subject that interests me."

"But I think I will still live with my parents in the future," she said. "That means I still want to live in my home."

"Of course." Clooney closed the door, blocking the sight of the boys' heads. "Your parents value you very much, and you are the only child in the family."

"That's what I thought," said Hermione, "but when I learned to use magic and lived with them..."

"It would be cruel to have them completely removed from our lives." Claudine finished the sentence for her.

Hermione nodded.

"What should I do?"

"This is a very serious question." Crowney replied, "I can't give you a very clear answer, Hermione. You have always been a child with strong opinions."

“If you think it’s good to do it, or it’s the right thing to do, then you can choose to do it.”

"I strongly believe in your choice."

"Because you always consider all the risks before making a decision, right?"

"I always feel like I don't have enough time," said Hermione. "You know, Claudia, there's never enough time."

"Time is always not enough when it is not enough," Clowney affirmed, "but you can decide where they are used."

Finally, they discussed a plan. Hermione wrote down her thoughts and worries on slips of paper, and then they eliminated the factors that would change their minds one by one.

Wizards are free to use magic as adults, as long as they are not seen by unrelated Muggles. And this law usually only imposes fines and does not have any serious consequences.

This means that whether she lives in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, when she stays at home, nothing changes and she can still perform magic as she pleases.

"Actually, I have a vague idea now." Hermione said, "Since I saw some things, I think I have the ability to change some things..."

"But I'm not sure," said Hermione. "Should I get a degree?"

"It depends on what your plans are, Hermione." Claudine replied, "If you want to be a fish in the Muggle world, a good academic degree will certainly help you overcome obstacles."

"But if you want to become a Potions Master or an official of the Ministry of Magic, what you need is a beautiful magic transcript and a workable finished product."

The conversation stopped suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, an ear flew in through the crack of the door, and then the annoyed voices of the boys sounded outside the door.

While they were gone, they somehow found the holiday gifts Fred and George had given them.

Not so much for them, but for Harry Potter. Ron felt it was unfair, whether it was a magical map or a fun trick, their first choice was not for their younger brother!

"We just hope you can use him when needed." Fred said proudly.

"Let her have some fun, boys!" George put his arm around their shoulders expectantly.

The flashback is over.

Ron turned to Harry and said, "It seems we didn't have any fun."

"Perhaps we can have fun ourselves." Harry replied sadly to his partner, and then brushed the dust off the door from his hand.

Then the door opened by itself. Harry thought that Claudia had guessed this a long time ago, which was why she didn't clean the dust outside the door to her bedroom. Because it was obvious that the other side of the door was shiny and even had the wood paint repainted.

"Get You!" Crowney burst into laughter.

Hermione smiled shyly: "This means you should never have eavesdropped on our conversation from the beginning! Boys!"

"Why do you have to avoid us?" Ron said, "This is a form of discrimination!"

"So are you going to go to university in the Muggle world, Ronald?"

"Don't say such terrible things." Ron said, "Are you still asking me if I can continue to study 'mathematics'?"

"Isn't it possible?" Clowney asked, "Hermione once praised me that you have a brain that is not stupid - you play wizard chess very well."

You can hear praises for others from Hermione's mouth - especially him! To Ron, such vicious things were no different than seeing the iron tree blossom or the old bat suddenly becoming friendly to them one day.

Ron looked at Hermione's slightly embarrassed face in shock: "You mean, Hermione said that?"

"I thought you would feel a little more confident about yourself."

"I just didn't expect her to praise people." Ron received a white pillow. Hermione threw the pillow with great force, but because the filling was very fluffy, he was only shocked.

"Am I so terrible in your mind! Ronald!" Hermione raised her nose and said angrily, "I am a fair person!"

"In short, no matter what you think about yourself," Clooney said, "Don't be too impatient. In fifth grade, teachers from each college will talk to students in their own colleges to provide guidance and suggestions for your future work directions."

"I'm definitely not going back," Harry said. "I think I'll be fine just staying here."

Harry suffered a lot. Clowney thought it was a good decision.

There was someone he loved here, and Sirius loved him.

As his godfather, Sirius tried to bring some gadgets from outside almost every day, hoping to make up for the few years of missing time with his godson.

The feeling of being under someone else's care is completely different from the feeling of being at one's own "home".

The four of them squeezed each other and walked through the brand-new corridor and the red and black velvet walls, admiring the results of their hard work these days.

【This place feels like "home" more than anywhere else now. ] Harry thought.

[If time could stop at this moment forever, he would never ask for anything more. 】

Sirius came flying from the direction of the foyer, and with a sudden movement he picked him up from the ground and into his arms.

"Oh! Harry!" He hugged him warmly, "I'm back, honey!"

He hugged his godfather back hard.

"Welcome home, Sirius."