Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

It was a nice day, as it always is in Britain. It was raining heavily outside, and it turned into a muffled sound on the huge umbrella. This sounds great.

Claonia took a deep breath of the wonderful smell of water vapor in the air, and then stepped into the rain curtain.

It would be even better if you could lie on the Ravenclaw tower and watch the beautiful scenery of Hogwarts along the window lattice in such weather.

What? You ask her why she knows this is so comfortable?

Who hasn’t visited the dormitory or something? If that were the case, life wouldn't be too boring.

certainly. This is occasional.

Mr. Black was not afraid of getting dirty at all, but he still pressed his huge body on Claudia's broad shoulders. She felt like she was carrying a heavy weight.

Mr. Abbott had a business consultation meeting soon and was unable to drive to it. Claudia can only be described as expensive taxis. But fortunately everything went smoothly.

Until riding the Hogwarts Express. Through the jumble of figures. Clooney can finally use convenient magic unscrupulously.

The sticky feeling quickly faded from her leather boots, and even the splashed mud spots disappeared with the breeze. She felt like a different person.

The platform was full of people, but she didn't see a familiar voice. She subconsciously wanted to take out the slate in her pocket, but in the end she shrugged and walked into the red train alone.

The interior of the train was also filled with a damp smell. Children left wet luggage everywhere, and mud accumulated on the mats of the carriage along with umbrellas and shoe soles.

Mr. Black jumped to the ground with a bang, and Claudia had to wave her wand as she walked to return the items to their rightful place and restore the floor to its original color.

Although this is only temporary, it is better than nothing.

Not long after she sat down, the box was opened.

"I guessed it was you! Claudia!" Familiar faces rushed into the car, and Hermione's high-pitched voice came over.

"Only you can be so unafraid of hardship and fatigue." Ron said.

"Is that right?"

"This is the only section of the carriage that is dry. It's obvious." Harry hid behind his thick glasses. "We are going to say goodbye to Mr. Weasley and the others. Do you want to come with us?"

"It's still not possible." Claudia said, "Otherwise it will take more than this time."

The children rushed out like birds. Clooney looked outside through the express window. The platform was densely packed with farewells.

It was a dark place, and people hugged each other enthusiastically, not afraid of the rain splashing on each other.

She squinted her eyes, and the rumbling noise outside turned into a reassuring white noise. The high-speed brain running these days finally gave her a chance to rest.

When she came to her senses, there were already crowds of people around her.

"It's not your fault, Lawney, that's the kind of person Snape is." Ron took the beef rib sandwich prepared by Ms. Duffin from her lunch box with familiarity. "I told you, he's not A good man."

"How did you know about this?"

"There can't be any secrets in the Weasley family." Hermione took over Ron's topic, "Let alone this Weasley."

She glared at Ron again in passing.

"Hey! It's not what I want to know!" Ron chewed in disbelief and touched his hand again. This time he was hit by Hermione.

He gave up, preparing to challenge again later.

Ron curled his lips: "You know, Fred and George are like a hundred ducks, either turning everything upside down here or messing up there."

"What's the mess?" Fred revealed an eye from the opened door of the box, like a ghost, "Are you talking about our poor little snake's injured heart?"

"I wouldn't have told you this if I had known about it," Claudia said, "I just asked you to inquire about it!"

"Hey, hey, it's not a big deal," Fred opened the door.

"When is there a day when Snape is happy?" George answered, "If there is a day when he is happy, then this day must be the end of the world."

"Or someone else is about to be in trouble." Fred and George shrugged and avoided Miss Albert's wrath.

"It looks like you had a good holiday, didn't you?"

"Have a good holiday?" The twins looked at each other, "Are you sure?"

"What?" Claudia turned her head and found that the children also had surprised expressions.

"God, where have you been?" George yelled in a fuss, "Aren't you so privy to information?"

Ron's little owl, which was "rewarded" with money from the Ministry of Magic, finished the owl snacks on its talons and began to scream.

"Shut up!" Ron shouted, pointing at the flapping young bird.

"Then who can control the Riddler's occupation of Hogwarts?" Clooney looked over, "Even the owl can't stand such talk!"

"Big boom!" Fred said, "What did you do?"

Clonia really couldn't think of what they were talking about, but it seemed that just when she missed the news from the wizarding world for a few weeks, everything changed.

She was having trouble with the pre-school academic test in the "magic-free" world. If she can't guarantee her grades, the private high school will reconsider covering up the fact that she is "not in good health and taking private classes at home but needs a good-looking student status."

Reviewing for exams is not something that makes people happy. To make sure that everything is perfect, you have to read the things you have already learned hundreds of times, just in case she gets confused when she talks about this theorem and that grammar.

In comparison, Weasley's vacation was a constant blast, blast, sales pitch, and goofing around. Isn't this a pleasant holiday?

"Test?" George exclaimed.

"What serious person would be preparing for exams before school starts?"

"To be precise, it's one week and five days, Claudia." An eerie voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the box.

People were shocked.

"God dam" Claudia took a breath. She thought she was still afraid of invisible "ghosts", "Who is talking?"

"a god dam." the voice answered.

"Hey, Harry." The red-haired boys waved to the boy hiding in the corner of the stool beside Miss Albert, "A good holiday, huh?"

Harry Potter, a poor boy, always stayed at his aunt's house. And this aunt was obviously not an easy woman to get along with. She hated her nephew very much, but she still raised her from the infancy of a baby.

They did not receive any money from their nephew's relatives or friends or anyone related to her talkative sister, but they received the relief pounds and tax-free credits that the government sent them every month.