Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

When I woke up the next day, everything seemed to be back on track.

Apart from the pitiful looks she often received from people she knew or didn't know when walking on the road, Claudia felt more relaxed than ever before.

The only doubt I had was answered after meeting Erwin.

"What? He really said that about me?!" Claudia felt like she could eat a cow in one sitting. "Are you sure? Professor Snape said that?"

"Yes, the original words were, 'I was so sad about losing the election that I didn't notice my feet. I rolled down the stairs and hit my head and needed to rest."

"Okay, okay." Claonia accepted this statement tiredly, poured the last few drops of milk in the cup down her throat, and signaled to the elves that they didn't need to add more.

"So, is this true?" Erwin asked. He had no other plans today, and the answer to the mystery he most wanted to know was right in front of him.

"How can it be..."

"Professor Snape doesn't seem like someone who would make such a joke."

"Now you know." Claudia also discredited the dean who spread such rumors, "He is the one who can make such a joke!"

There were no classes on Wednesday morning, so the roommates decided to go out for a walk. Helles stayed with the other little sisters, and she was the only one in the dormitory. Placing the improved version of the map on the desk covered with dark green velvet, Claudia glanced at the names of all the British wizards he could see.

He didn't see anyone in particular. All he could see were familiar names. No name that was familiar to him and had never been seen before appeared on this map.

She stuffed the map into her heart pocket and decided to go out for a walk as well.

After Russia's economic collapse and breaking through customs buying and selling, she finally achieved the most basic primitive accumulation of capital. Wealth is indeed not earned through hard work. If you want to make big money, one party must oppress the other.

Claonia sighed and looked at his planning map.

At least she is considered a conscientious party and does not engage in vicious competition or disrupt the domestic market. At least for being willing to help them in such a depressed period instead of shorting their monetary and economic system, Claudia felt that he was a good person.

It is easy to make quick money, but this will give people a sense of illusion and unreality, thinking that the accumulation of capital is actually just the accumulation of numbers. Without seeing the physical objects, it is difficult to convert these numbers into basic materials. She kept reminding herself at this point.

Wizards are unwilling to take the step of communicating with Muggles, so the wizards who smell the business opportunities first will become a handful of rich people. Such as Malfoy.

Thinking of that junior fellow student who was a bit silly and always had a suppressed temper, like a white goose that wanted to tease people anytime and anywhere, Claudia got out of the tangled emotions again.

The best way to achieve her goal is to separate power and status. It would be great if there were two of her, or three of her.

One can study how to make money quickly, one can study the magic spells he is interested in, and the other can gain fame and status step by step, and then naturally infiltrate the political organs of wizards and evolve peacefully.

Revolution requires bloodshed and sacrifice, but Claudia felt that she was not ready for that. If you can boil a frog in warm water, why do you have to make it bloody?

Well, although boiling a frog in warm water is actually a fictitious proverb, she couldn't find a better adjective for the time being.

In front of the gate, Claudia met the former first-line Auror who seemed quite difficult to get along with. Moody was limping and waiting on the first floor of the spiral staircase with a hot smell. Getting ready to go out.

"Clonia?" A slight smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "I just have something to tell you."

She nodded and followed the teacher who was always unexpected, around to his office.

Moody's office was still the same as when school first started, and Claudia had only been to this place once before. Every professor has different personal habits, but he is the first to leave his personal belongings unkempt.

Claudia sat across from the reddish-brown pear wood table, and Moody's foot accidentally touched the heavy table, making a heavy sound. He roughly pulled the stool open. This ordinary movement made him look very hard, and soon he began to make a wheezing sound like breathing.

"I think you should know?" Moody tapped his fingers on the table, "Aside from Harry Potter, there is one thing that I care about, Claudia."

"How did you trick the Goblet of Fire?"

"I didn't deceive the Goblet of Fire." Claonia was confused. "When we met that day, I only did some tricks to Professor Dumbledore's magic circle. I didn't do anything to the Goblet of Fire. thing."

"I heard that you have a close relationship with Harry Potter." Moody's magic eyes rolled, "I think you should pay attention to this matter."

"It's really weird," Claudia said. "If the Goblet of Fire was supposed to only select one champion for one house, then it's obviously broken."

"No, no, I'm not just talking about this." Moody still said in a strange and meaningful tone, "I guess someone wants to use this game to kill him and let him die unexpectedly. Those with evil intentions The mice are always looking at cheese they shouldn’t be looking at.”

"This is indeed one of my guesses, but how did he do it?"

"Is there a possibility?" Moody drank water by himself. "For example, there is a person who has a sophisticated technique and uses a confusion spell that can deceive the Goblet of Fire, making the Goblet of Fire think there are four colleges. Participate in a competition, and in this way, make Harry Potter the only participating student from a non-existent house?"

"This is really an inference that is difficult to draw just through imagination." The sensitive radar that has been with Mr. Albert all year round suddenly searched for an unusual signal. Claudia's expression did not change, "I think this It makes sense, then that person must have very advanced magic."

"In the absence of other inferences, this idea is closer to the truth," Clowney said. "It is closer to the truth than the Goblet of Fire going crazy - how can magic objects go crazy?"

"So how did you do it?" Moody looked very curious about this question. "Obviously, the wrong note had your name written on it?"

"How did you come to this suspicion?" They were not familiar with it. Unless Dumbledore told Moody, was it possible?

After all, teachers of all courses in the school need to be vetted by the principal. For a former Auror with a sense of investigation, they may even have an unusual past with each other.

Do they really talk about such irrelevant things?

"Dumbledore told me of course."

"I'm thinking about this too." Claudia answered him honestly, "But I don't have the time or energy to think about it yet..."

It was really bothering her. If she was as great as she thought she was, then why?

The chosen one was Cedric, or even Harry Potter, but not Claudia Albert.

What she possesses no longer needs to be proven through a competition, just like her own strength.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't want to.

Everyone thinks, especially in the teenage years, that no kid would turn down a shiny, easy-to-grab trophy.

Even if it's like a college debate winner relegating to high school to compete with other students. She is not a winner, her strength always needs medals to prove.

To put it less selfishly, their career needs a medal, a trophy, and an invincible appearance to tell everyone how powerful the person they are about to face is, to make them fearful and shake their hearts. , began to experiment with new theories and other possibilities that they had not considered and refused to consider.

From what they said, the Goblet of Fire chose her, it wanted to choose her, it was willing to give her a chance, it affirmed her abilities.

The girl's eyes looked at him intently, like every scholar eager to explore knowledge.

Then why was it denied that she could participate in this game? This is unprecedented.

"You are much smarter than the rest, girl." Moody looked at her with appreciative eyes, and he finally got a confirmation.

Before that, when the students were extradited to the small room next to the auditorium, the big shots were busy arguing, cursing, and even jealous that Hogwarts had one more chance to win, so much so that people almost forgot about it. The timid young man who was chosen was only fourteen years old.

How dazzling is the aura he possesses, a man who was able to defeat the Dark Lord as a baby. An unrivaled wizard, a destined savior.

How ridiculous.

His reasoning went unnoticed and was met with airy dismissal. But in a young boy, he actually got the inner affirmation of Fa Zi.

This is ridiculous.

Moody drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. This realization drove him crazy and calmed him down, strange feelings intertwined in his heart.

On the one hand, he felt that the world was hopeless, but on the other hand, he unconsciously had expectations in his heart. He had seen too much hypocrisy and resignation, fear and retreat in the face of battle, and he would cling to the wrong things for certain interests. .

Wizards are like this, and so is the world.

He was happy to meet such a person, it was interesting, but alas...