Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The huge horse whizzed past its head with its iron hooves, and the crowd screamed one after another. The horses with silver manes have wings like those of birds.

"It's so beautiful!" Claonia became excited now. The crowd crowded back, but she led Helles forward.

Then they saw the fiery horse breathing out hot breath.

When they landed on the ground, the earth trembled.

A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, bent down, and turned on a switch from the floor of the carriage. The golden staircase rotated and was lowered from the carriage, and then, a huge woman appeared.

She is very beautiful, with a handsome face, dark and big eyes, and a straight nose. Opals were hung wherever they could be seen.

Dumbledore clapped, and the students became excited as he did so. Dumbledore took the woman's hand and kissed her hand without even bending down.

"Dear Mrs. Maxime," said Dumbledore, "welcome to Hogwarts."

The students filed out of the carriage. In the cold weather, the children were wearing thin silk robes, and the lower grade students were shivering slightly in the cold wind.

"Why don't they use the Warming Charm?" Helles whispered, "Is it some special custom?

"Maybe." Claonia was noncommittal, "The customs in some places do believe that wearing thin shirts in cold weather can improve one's physical fitness."

The two principals exchanged pleasantries and led her students into the Hogwarts castle.

Hagrid's eyes glanced in this direction from time to time. Soon, a dark-skinned student walked over. He followed Hagrid and held the steering wheel of the other horse.

Now Hagrid finally laughed.

"Oh, thanks, good boy."

Mr. Scamander smiled brightly but shyly.

"Are you interested?" George's voice passed through the back of Claudia's head like a ghost. The hot breath he breathed made the top of her head feel itchy, and she quickly covered the top of her head.

"Yes, George."

"Where's Fred?"

"He's still there!" Looking in the direction of his mouth, Fred was happily following the students, looking at these guests who had come from afar.

"What is he doing -" George scratched his head, "Market research."

"But I saw you." George said with a smile, "So I plan to come and say hello to you first."

"Of course, of course, there's Miss Golden Python." George put his index and middle fingers together in salute.

"I accept your kindness, sir." Miss Albert felt that she was indeed happy because of this greeting. "Then do you want to watch it with us?"

Without waiting for a response to the invitation, a huge wave came out from the black lake. The students stretched their necks, and then, the water surface was broken by something sharp.

A huge ship rushed to the surface from the bottom of the water, and the hull splashed with a turbulent and low slapping sound. Claonia saw the corpses of birds and animals that were originally sunk at the bottom of the water being swept to the surface by the waves.

It looks like Hogwarts is about to receive a new wave of complaints from residents at the bottom of the lake.

The smell was not unpleasant, but it was just bearable. The fishy smell came all over the place. Although the cold weather suppressed the spread of the smell, Claudia couldn't help but stepped back several times. step.

"This is really grand, isn't it?" George asked, "I feel like this has more of an 'arrival' feeling."

"It just doesn't taste good." Helles wrinkled his nose, seemingly restraining some of his desires. Then she failed, raising the lace-trimmed white gloves and waving them in front of her nose.

"It's okay." George said nonchalantly, "It will lose its smell after a while."

Of course, Fred and George would never care. They were men who could touch dirty sewer floors with their bare hands.

Claudia's facial muscles pressed downwards so that she would not smile too obviously.

Then, they saw an unpleasant little old man smiling strangely at Dumbledore, who seemed to be the principal of the school.

Standing next to him was a student who seemed to be favored by him. He was a young man, not very muscular, tall enough, but a little stooped, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a protruding nose.

"That's Krum!" George whispered, "Oh my God, he's still a student?"

"Who?"

"A great seeker, a star!" George's eyes were bright, as if he was already thinking about how to make some money from this big star, "Can you imagine?"

Claudia has no particular feelings about the game.

"This is the Quidditch World Cup, and he is still playing!" Helles joined the topic. She seemed to know a lot about these things. "I have to admit that he is indeed very good - if he wants If we participate in this Triwizard Tournament - shouldn't we feel a little bit of a sense of crisis?"

Claudia looked over with surprise.

"I also have entertainment projects, Claudia." After receiving the look from his friend, Helles smiled helplessly, "This is a good way of entertainment."

Quidditch is a somewhat abusive sport, especially the Slytherin style of Quidditch. Claudia thought Helles wouldn't like this sport. After all, like Claudia, she rarely appeared in the stands at the campus Quidditch quarter games.

"I only watch high-end games," Helles said. "Sometimes, I also want to watch decent victories, obscure strategies and tricks that inexplicably fall into other people's traps. This is so fascinating."

"They don't fit my aesthetic." Helles ended the topic pointedly.

Claudia understood what Helles was referring to.

Some Slytherins like beautiful and dignified victories. They like the victory that everyone returns to, the glory of being sought after by people, and the natural surrender.

Some Slytherins like straightforward and vulgar victories that break some of people's conventions, but this kind of victory not only makes people fearful, but also easily arouses the disgust of others.

Of course, people who choose these paths don't care what those who might influence them think about achieving the results they want, but in order to achieve better practical results, each approach has its merits.

"Come on." George rolled his eyes. As a Gryffindor Quidditch player, he looked down on the style of the Slytherin school team.

"But, no matter what, winning is important to them. That just doesn't suit my taste, and it doesn't mean anything else." The golden python laughed slyly, "After all, sometimes, this method is too Can I get victory or gems?"

Slytherin always has the most gems, and students collect points from the classroom and other places through their own efforts. George's nostrils exhaled like a horse's breath, he waved his fists, made a vicious expression, and then walked away in the direction of the Durmstrang delegation.

He turned around and made a face.

"It seems that he didn't just come to say hello." Claudia also wrinkled her nose like Helles, "They have obviously made an appointment with who is going to do what."

"Isn't this great?" Helles seemed to be in a good mood.

"Because they're working hard to make money for you right now, Miss Gold Coin."

Slytherin's Miss Python, who likes to explode gold coins, raised her eyebrows with ease: "I am just one of the shareholders, and the commission is not high at all - and I also bear the risk!"

"What's the risk?"

No other colleges arrived and students started moving towards the auditorium.

"For example, the cost of immersion." Helles turned his head and continued to finish the topic, "I account for the majority of the consumption of consumables."