Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Time passed in an enclave, and the students were still discussing the possible ways of conducting the competition enthusiastically. The most indispensable thing in the magical world is the occasional surprising ideas.

All kinds of weird things can happen, which makes people look forward to it.

Unfortunately, schoolwork won't get any easier just because Hogwarts is hosting a grand exchange tournament.

It was still a long time before the official start of the competition, so students from the exchange school had to take classes together with students of the same grade.

All elective courses at Hogwarts after the sixth grade were required. Students who had passed academic exams and obtained certain grades were originally required to register. Snape's courses have always been very demanding, and there are not many students in the advanced class.

The few people who suddenly joined in were particularly conspicuous.

But it went surprisingly smoothly, and there was no drama like the three-hundred-round battle between a foreign student from a foreign country and an old bat who was difficult to get along with as Claudia imagined.

The students respected him.

When it comes to this question, Lorenz's answer is that letting the most powerful potion master in Europe teach them is a waste of resources.

They even think that a dedicated Potions professor should be hired to teach the lower grades.

Claudia was noncommittal.

After a few peaceful days, when Claudia was worrying about the magical contract and playing with her Elephant Fire Charm, Harry Potter finally arrived belatedly.

The blue flamingo is trying to walk on the grass without burning anything under its feet. It looks like a chicken that just learned to walk, with its paws raised high.

Seeing someone coming, the bird was unhappy and made an unpleasant whistle with its throat made of flames.

With a "bang" sound, it turned into jets of sparks, a bit like special fireworks.

Sparks splashed everywhere, quickly igniting the surrounding area.

Light blue flames splashed into the air, and as they infested, the surrounding area began to burn.

But soon, the flame blue slowly turned into a normal orange-red color.

The flames leaped up and dispersed into the air, like obedient flame elves.

Claonia stared intently at everything in front of her and extinguished them in her hands.

Harry watched the dancing, lively flames extinguish in the girl's dark eyes.

When she looked over, he couldn't help but move his eyes away.

Claudia had not been wearing her gloves lately, and the gloves that were usually with her were nowhere to be found. Flame left no trace on her white palm.

Harry lowered his head and looked at the slightly burnt land in front of him: "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Claudia responded quickly, as if this question did not require any thinking, "I was still thinking about when to go find you."

"I really didn't throw my name into the flames, you know that about me?"

"I know," Claudia said.

is an expected answer.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought about it for a long time, just like when Quirrell died in his hands, he felt that he was as terrified today as he was then.

He was afraid of being said that he had robbed his friend of his spot - Claudia was a warrior that everyone wanted, but she failed.

The one chosen was a little-known guy like him, who couldn't even brew potions and wasn't as good at studying as Hermione.

Claudia was already a judge of the Duel Club at a young age and no longer even needed to participate in such small school competitions to prove his abilities.

Occasional exhibition matches with Professor Flitwick captured the hearts of all the young people.

The only joy that arose in Harry's heart was suppressed by this inexplicable emotion.

How could he not be hated? He didn't even know how to face her. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to catch her shadow, although she had always responded to his requests and appeared by his side when he needed it.

So, what can he do for her? It was like nothing, she didn't need Harry Potter as much as he needed her.

He would only cause trouble for her. This realization made Harry feel depressed. This fact was even sadder than when he failed the exam, Snape took away all the Gryffindor gems, and Ron ignored him.

Wouldn't she have an expression of dissatisfaction and anger? When he thought about the possibility that he would face such a situation, he felt so sad that he wanted to cry.

Harry Potter stood there in silence, beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in coming so impulsively.

The Slytherins hated him and surrounded him with vicious eyes. After this battle, it seemed that everyone in the school looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

I wondered viciously, could there possibly be someone who was inspired by Claudia? She also hated him, that's why...that's why he didn't dare. He didn't want the earliest light in his life to be dimmed because of these terrible things that were not done by him.

After being promoted to Hogwarts, they were no longer as close as before. The Academy separated them from each other, and the time they spent with Ron and Hermione was several times more than the time they spent playing together.

If that were the case, even Ron Weasley, who spent time with him day and night, would openly hate him. Why should he ask someone who was repeatedly disturbed by him not to hate him?

He is Harry Potter, Harry Potter who has nothing, the so-called savior of the wizarding world, but a savior who is not recognized by his good friends, a savior who has no parents.

Why should he ask someone who has been robbed of an opportunity to like him who has a conflict of interest?

Even if, even if these things are not what he wants.

"I'm sorry...that something like this happened." Harry Potter, who always said it was not my fault, said his first apology since the incident happened.

"Stop." Claudia interrupted him, her warm black eyes looking through the dead branches hanging down between them on the railing, "You are not wrong."

Harry thought so too, but he couldn't help but want to say something. He couldn't help but want to apologize. The sudden change of environment made him feel uneasy.

The atmosphere in the air made him feel like he was back to his old, annoying days.

"But...I..."

"You can think more about you, Harry." Claudia whispered, "The victim in this matter is you, Harry. How dangerous is the Triwizard Tournament? More people die every time than participate in it. There’s more than half that number, and you’re only fourteen years old.”

"Who would want you to die?"

Let a weak, ungrown wizard die. Who would do such a thing?

"Who else has the ability to bypass Dumbledore's curse and deceive the Goblet of Fire, an ancient magical item, into making such a decision?"

Harry's eyes filled with tears unconsciously.

Even Dumbledore immediately questioned him like this, asking him if he had done anything like that.

After that, in addition to bearing the panic-stricken joy, he also had to think about how to face the ensuing conflicts between his brothers and the hostility of the academy.