Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Two weeks later, it was Friday morning.

Miss Albert, who had slumped for a moment, had a straight face all day, as if she was possessed by Snape.

Her menstrual period had come, and she felt uncomfortable all over her body. There was a fire in her head, her body was cold and hot, and the warmth magic had no effect. Maybe it's the result of her irregular schedule these days.

The severe pain emanating from the key parts even made her head break into a thin sweat. She had never experienced anything like this before - she even felt secretly happy about it. Clooney felt that this sudden accident was a hundred times more painful than the fight between Lupine and her.

In comparison, she would rather suffer some flesh wounds.

"Are you okay?" Helles leaned over from behind her, and her long, fluffy hair spread over Claudia's shoulders as she moved. The soft warmth behind her made her approach involuntarily.

"Not good." Claudia leaned back and looked up at her.

"How pitiful." Helles' hand wearing cotton lace gloves gently touched her head, like touching a cat, from top to bottom. "Oh, do you want to go to the school hospital to get some painkillers?"

this is a good idea.

If you want to stay in this state, you might as well take some medicine. Unfortunately, there is no magic pill that can make menstruation go away forever.

Miss Albert nodded weakly, feeling her fingers hurt.

"I didn't do anything." She was speechless and could only drink the hot milk hard into her stomach, trying to make herself feel better.

Still somewhat useful.

"Okay."

Helles had classes in the morning, and she finally chose to continue taking the prophecy course. Snape still gave her this advice after choosing the course for the first time.

This is a requirement of the Department of Mysteries. Unlike Claudia, she is still thinking about her future goals. If there are more opportunities, she will certainly be willing to spend some time on such an easy course.

Her versatility always earned her praise from Professor Trelawney.

After all, she was the one who was praised for her talent in the first class.

This is incredible.

"Can you really do this alone?"

Claudia nodded slowly.

Emilia didn't even come for breakfast, and it was a little too shy to let anyone else accompany her for such a thing besides them.

"Go to class quickly." Claudia pushed her, "Otherwise I'll get angry."

She walked towards the school hospital as if nothing had happened, saying hello to the children around her and nodding in greeting. The school hospital was not far away. If she walked straight up the courtyard, she would see the open door.

"What's the matter?" Madam Pomfrey asked her with a smile, "Professor Snape is already here."

Yeah...

Claudia walked a few steps further and saw Snape carrying large and small bags. The potion made a tinkling sound as he moved.

She really forgot that she would have been in the cellar at this time, helping out... or something. Before they broke up, she did the monthly deliveries.

Her face was very pale and there was no blood. I don't know whether it was caused by blood loss or pain. She always looked bad.

"What's wrong with you?" Severus Snape put the potion on the wooden table and waited for Madam Pomfrey to count it. "What's going on?"

As he spoke, he walked forward and even reached out to touch her forehead.

The cold hand rested on the cold head, making Claudia shiver even more.

"..." Claudia glanced at the school nurse who was carefully counting the medicines. Her lower abdomen spasmed involuntarily for a moment, and she felt that she could hardly bear it any longer.

"I'll get some painkillers."

"?"

"You are hurt?"

"No..." Claudia obviously didn't want to answer this question too much.

"?"

"Ma'am," she asked frustratedly, "Can you give me a few bottles of painkillers? I don't have any in stock."

She shouldn't be too confident and give all her inventory to Harry without replenishing it. Overconfidence killed her.

She silently beat herself up in her heart for not knowing how to prepare for a rainy day.

"Ah, I understand." Madam Pomfrey glanced at Snape, put down what she was doing, and took out a bottle of orange potion, "It's okay, just take it."

As soon as Claudia stretched out her hand, she recognized that it was the lemon flavor she had brewed before.

But another hand stopped Madam Pomfrey's.

"Very serious?" Snape's brows pressed together tightly, "Then drink this."

Claudia was shocked. This was obviously an original potion without any added flavorings from their stern potions professor.

She had tasted this before, not for several years since she learned how to brew her own potion.

"It's not that serious." Claudia swallowed, "Actually, I think I'm fine now."

Even though it hurt all around her, her expression remained unchanged. She felt like she could at least outlast Snape and walk.

But it was obvious that the old professor saw what she was thinking.

"Drink." He opened the lid neatly.

Claudia knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter, but she still wanted to struggle, pointing with trembling fingertips at the beautiful potion that was put back in its place: "Why can't you drink that."

"The effect is not as good as the original formula, I think you should know that."

"But my best sellers." Claudia turned to seek confirmation from another person familiar with the matter.

Madam Pomfrey nodded.

Claudia thought the amiable lady would speak for her.

Unexpectedly, it was this unattractive lady who finally nailed her to the cross: "Yes, the children all asked for you by name - this caused Professor Snape to almost expire, what a pity. "

...

As Snape's closed disciple, she should still bear this pain. After swallowing all the potion in one breath, the bitter taste almost made her wither from head to toe.

"I'll be the one to do it from now on." The ruthless Miss Albert closed her eyes silently, and a tear slipped quietly from the corner of her eye, "I'll bear it."

The medicine hadn't taken effect that quickly, and she felt like there were a hundred little wooden people tap dancing in her school uniform. Claudia slowly sat on the bed in the school hospital: "I'll sit for a while."

Madam Pomfrey handed over a cup of hot water. The sugar that had just been put in it had not melted yet: "Okay, you can rest here for a while and wait until you feel better."

Seeing that Madam Pomfrey was handling it with ease, Snape's expression became even stranger. She clearly didn't say anything. How did Poppy know what was going on?

Madam Pomfrey laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, Severus, it's not a big deal, but it needs to be taken care of. You can go."

"Bobby!"

"You know I always know something."

Snape took a look and finally left.

He butted heads with the Gryffindor know-it-all.

"Oh." The annoying know-it-all touched his nose, "Sorry, Professor."

Snape snorted: "If the two light bulbs above your head were not for decoration, Miss Granger! You would know that this would not happen."

"One point from Gryffindor."

Granger pursed her lips in displeasure, but she knew Snape was showing mercy.

"Goodbye, Professor."

Snape then remembered that he had not taken the medicine box, turned around, and returned the same way.

Then he heard what had happened.

"I heard that you have menstrual cramps, Claudia?!" The little girl rushed to the bedside, stuffed her fluffy messy hair under Albert's palm, and wrapped the exposed hand in hers with both hands. In the palm of my hand, "Are you okay?!"

"Oh my god, how could something like this happen? You haven't had any rest recently, okay? Or did you eat something you shouldn't have?"

How should I answer? Do I have all the answers?

Claudia laughed dryly, she was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep. Unconsciously rubbing her curly and stiff brown hair.

"Why didn't you come with your good friends?"

"Don't mention it!" Hermione said unhappily, almost crawling onto the bed. "The two of them were quarreling, and they were using me as a microphone - I really don't know why they were doing this - they were all very awkward..."

"Get out." Snape's sinister voice sounded from behind Hermione, "Don't make any noise in the school hospital."

"Or Gryffindor..."

"Hermione, when will I see you again?" Claudia immediately interrupted what the cruel professor was about to say, "Bye."

"Bye." Hermione closed her eyes tightly, her eyeballs shaking through her eyelids.

Clonia could tell she was rolling her eyes with her eyes closed, which she found funny.

Snape stood in front of the medicine cabinet for a while, then took out a small bottle of black potion from the stacked medicine cabinet.

"Drink it." He said coldly, "This is more useful."

"What?" Claudia's face turned paler, and the familiar color gave her a bad premonition.

"Mix the potion, it will work faster." Snape didn't wait for her to refuse, as if he was punishing her for interrupting his happiness, the small but bitter potion flowed down the throat and into his throat.

Claudia closed her eyes tightly.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing." Snape sneered, but took the water glass on the side and poured in new hot water, "Open your eyes, Albert, and don't make any small moves. "

"Go to sleep."

He watched her drink the last sip of hot water, then filled up the water glass and closed the lid: "It will be fine soon."