Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The new students crowded at the entrance of the auditorium, and they squeezed in with great effort.

Sit down at the long Slytherin table. Mr. Black is already waiting under the table to start dinner.

Contrary to the clothing of the Beauxbatons students, the Durmstrang students were very thick and covered in thick smooth fur. Mr. Black kept snoring for this, as if he was interested in this strange fur. allergy.

He yelled at Claudia several times unhappily, and swooped away from under the dining table.

"Maybe there will be veal steak today!" Claudia felt pity for him, "The anxious cat can't eat meat."

"Veal steak almost every day, miss." Helles began cutting the desserts nonchalantly.

But soon, they could no longer chat. The Beauxbatons students chose to sit at the Ravenclaw seats, and Durmstrang, as expected, sat at the Slytherin table.

Durmstrang is famous for its hermeticism and teaching of dark arts. There are even legends that Durmstrang never accepts students with Muggle ancestry.

If this rumor is true, then choosing Slytherin, who also has an xenophobic vanguard, is a good choice, which can greatly reduce the probability of being stepped on.

Claudia generally dislikes such stereotypes. But she had only heard comments about this school from Green.

Of course, it's not a good word. Green graduated from Durmstrang. In his eyes, the teachers in this school are still pedantic and conservative.

The only good comment is: in Durmstrang, compared to the UK, students can conduct research on black magic openly, and if you are willing, you can even find teachers willing to guide you.

Green is dissatisfied with British magic education, because British wizards are only willing to introduce dark magic to students in Defense Against the Dark Arts courses, but do not really face them - just like any magic.

Their educational integrity wears off talents and evades the real facts, which leads to their final decline.

That's not something kids talk about today, though.

Claudia pulled her thoughts away from Grindelwald's eloquent talk and gestured politely to the young people who were already walking towards the long table.

As prefects who are close in age, they now have more opportunities to communicate with students from schools with different learning atmospheres, which is a heart-warming good thing.

"Hello." Soon, a boy sat down neatly, like a shot put suddenly dropped from a high place.

Today Erwin sat at the graduates' seat, and the space opposite them happened to be empty.

The boy was as pale as Krum, his figure was hidden in the heavy coat, and his pretty face was hidden under the collar.

It wasn't actually very cold now, so Clonney stretched out his hand from the other side of the dining table: "Hello, Claudia Albert."

"Lorenz Earhart, miss." The boy smiled, "Nice to meet you."

"Hellus Wilson"

"Miss Wilson."

"Rudolf Metternich" Another tall and strong man hurriedly sat down. He looked like a hill. It was very reminiscent of the strong brother of the Weasley family, but the German's unique old-fashioned accent and image , making him seem not as approachable as Charlie.

Germans always seem to be in a bad mood at ordinary times, but fortunately this is not the case when they make friends.

The mountain-like boy stretched his brows hard to prevent them from frowning, and then gently took Helles' hand. He also wore gloves, but they were thicker, which made his hands larger.

"Your school looks really good," Lorenz said first, "much better than I imagined."

"After all, it's an old school." Claudia answered accurately, "Do you feel used to it?"

"Not bad." Rudolph said, "Where will we stay today?"

"I thought maybe you could live with us?" Claudia replied, "if you would like to stay with our academy."

"Speaking of which, is that your...? Teacher? Or something?" Lorenz's little face came forward and whispered to his friends, "He has been staring at us for a long time."

Claudia followed his line of sight and looked over. There were many teachers in the stands. Leaders and teachers from foreign countries were interspersed in the seats. Claudia did not see the line of sight he was talking about. .

Maybe Hagrid? Or who else?

"Who is the dark-haired one," Lorenz said? "The one sitting next to Dumbledore."

"That's Professor Snape. You're right, that's indeed the dean of our college."

"I've heard of him!" Lorenz's pale face finally had a little color, "A famous potion master! Right? I've seen his article in the International Potions Anthology Collection, about Moon Seeding Herbs Sexual Identification and Practical Applications.”

"Professor Snape is indeed famous in Britain..."

"Master of Potions." Rudolph continued in a low voice, which surprised the Slytherin snakes.

"Don't mind," Lorenz laughed again. He didn't seem as inaccessible as the first impression he gave people. "Even though he is a big guy, he is a good potion expert."

"I've heard your name too, Miss." Rudolph's dark blue eyes hid a scorching fire, ""On the impact of refined material ratios in research", observation or non-observation may have an impact on the potion product. Influence."

"This is a rather obscure theoretical article." Helles was surprised. "I never thought that anyone could understand it. Don't you think this is incredible?"

This article was the product of the bitter medicine that Clonia was forced to spend in Severus Snape's house. She believed that her writing was immature and that she would be selected for publication. She not only took advantage of Snape's Professor Pu's success is due to the fact that he publishes only a handful of articles in the field of potion theory every year, so he is worthy of being selected.

"Actually, I think this is a practical article." Rudolf showed a sincere smile, "There can be differences between being sullen and not sulking, which will lead to different quality of potions. We have been worrying about being unable to reproduce it before. question."

"And the environment and the room temperature," Rudolph said. "It's weird."

"Because the book says wizards can successfully brew potions in the ice and snow." Claonia shrugged.

"But they didn't say whether you can get the same thing after leaving that place." Rudolph laughed heartily, "God, I really want to have a beer with you!"

"Rudolph!" Lorenz tugged at the man's fur coat, but received no reply.

"Perhaps the learning freaks are right." Helles continued. She was very happy to see her "masterpiece" being "appreciated" by people.

Lorenz sighed in resignation, but soon began to chuckle again.