Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to delve into the depth of their conversation. Or maybe the old man had already been able to imagine the scene of their chat in his mind.

Crowney looked up at his long beard, and Albus's face showed a rare relaxed expression.

This is more than uncommon.

She had never seen it before.

Albus Dumbledore certainly had his happy moments. But he was always sad when he was alone. Not even Fox could help him.

Clooney and the Weasley brothers often saw his footprints circling in the small square on the map.

Fred believed that Dumbledore was exercising so that he could catch troublemakers like them, build up strength for himself, and ensure his majesty.

George thought that Dumbledore was thinking about how to catch all these people, or drawing a magic circle in his principal's office in case he was attacked by them.

Sadly neither.

Clooney had seen the look on Dumbledore's face as he greeted her after circling around. It was a state filled with anxiety and exhaustion. Perhaps it was because they had known each other for a long time and spent a long time together, but Dumbledore's smile could not suppress that feeling at all.

Now, Dumbledore wasn't smiling, but he felt as if he was already lying on a fluffy down pillow, ready to sleep at any moment.

He was happy for no reason.

"He's not the person you're looking for, is he? Clooney?" Dumbledore seemed to have expected all this. After ending the conversation that required concentration, Clooney felt that her relaxed nerves made her feel sleepy. .

It's as sleepy as having finished drawing a hundred identical magic circles and then reading half a rune dictionary.

"Not really." Clooney leaned her head on his weak chest, his beard scratching the back of her head, "But I do understand something."

"Maybe it's a good thing." Dumbledore always likes to put any situation in a positive direction. Even if he doesn't necessarily think so.

"We also talked about Tom."

"Oh?" He lowered his head with slight interest. After the two passed by the dark fireplace, they just stood still. Before her feet even stepped out of that place, her back was hugged tightly by a pair of hands.

Dumbledore begins a long-distance apparition. His talent is outstanding, and his Apparition is even more outstanding. Perhaps there is no one in the entire wizarding world who can master this spell as skillfully as he does.

Clowney felt like he was sitting in the big turntable that pilots tested, and then being squeezed around by the sponge stuffed inside.

"I'm about to throw up..." As soon as their feet were firmly on their feet, she wanted to bend down and cough, but was pinned down by the hand and unable to move.

"Why! Albus!" She squeezed out a few words through her teeth.

"I thought you were coming back home." Dumbledore laughed, and they were now standing in his house. Fox's tinkling laughter turned into a chorus of music accompanied by the magical objects in his house.

She lay facelessly on the sofa, feeling that the sofa behind her was constantly rotating with the world.

"I..."

"Hey! Don't throw up!!! Clowney!!!"

With sharp eyes and a quick mouth, Fox turned his head and threw a basin made of unknown materials. It seemed to be quite heavy, and it just caught under her chin.

"vomit..."

"I'm sorry..." Dumbledore's usually calm face finally revealed some distress, "My silver basin..."

"Fox!!"

Fox chuckled.

"Shouldn't you...care about me first...Albus..."

"I'm dizzy." Dumbledore pressed his palm to her head, and followed a breath of air, and this weird dizziness finally went away. "I didn't expect it to be this serious."

"You have traveled more than a thousand kilometers..."

"In a moment..."

"I haven't been there for a long time," he said. "You know, I don't usually use this method."

Clooney confirmed that Dumbledore was really overjoyed.

Dumbledore finally ignored his precious collection, took a cup of herbal tea from one side, and used a magic spell to keep these things out of sight.

"I'm really dizzy." Clooney coughed twice more, then took the small daisy ceramic cup in his hand and started to drink hard, "It's so crazy..."

"People have to go crazy once." Dumbledore laughed again and winked at her.

"That's actually quite nice," she replied. "I think you're much happier, Albus."

"I'm always happy." Dumbledore patted her back again and sat aside.

"I don't think so," Crowney muttered.

Dumbledore always lived in tension. Happy things could only make him happy, but they could not make his heart lightened.

He is a soft man, which always makes one pity. Even if he is a great magician.

Clooney sighed, although it was not the turn of a child like her to say such things.

Dumbledore helped her up and she looked better.

"What did you talk about Tom?" said Dumbledore. "He never talks about it to me."

"He thinks that Voldemort is a little Kaka." Clooney translated all the words Grindelwald said, "He thinks that 'the appearance of a Voldemort will not be your fault'."

Of course, Grindelwald's original words didn't sound so nice.

"Everyone is born a different individual." She leaned on the sofa and tilted her head. "The same education will also create different people."

"This is also a rather complicated question, Claudine." Dumbledore said. "Sometimes, possibility is not a reason not to do it."

"I was too young to realize the importance of a lot of things."

"Like me?"

"That's still much older than you."