Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Weekends are spent in cultivation, and those few days every month are always emotionally upsetting. At this time, coupled with the physical pain, people don't want to move even more.

Humans are sensory animals.

For example, today I feel that I am lazy and don’t want to move. This may not be true, but I just don’t have enough hormones for a while. If you stand up and move around instead of lying on the bed, you will become more energetic.

After all the hard work in Clononia, the lovely Madam Pomfrey mercifully distributed some of the painkillers she had brewed herself, although the proportion was not much in total.

She was glad to have someone cleaning out her nearly expired potions.

Hormone imbalances can lead to poor decision-making in both men and women. So if you want to work, you have to choose the right time.

On Monday morning, the new Daily Prophet came out, which pushed Claudia's mood to the worst peak.

"Making things up." Helles slapped the huge newspaper on the wooden table, and there was sparse laughter around him. Nothing malicious, but full of teasing.

"Let me see..." Amelia took her own, "What the hell are these..."

"The versatile Slytherin has won the hearts of the warriors, and their backs are everywhere on campus." Claudia folded the newspaper four times and stuffed it into her pocket, "She should be glad that she didn't put it away Post my picture.”

"Hey, that's not fair." Erwin walked over from the other end of the long table with a teasing smile on his face, "You can't just report on them because they are warriors, right?"

Helles actually nodded in agreement.

"Are you actually struggling with this matter?"

"Everyone knows how much Rita makes up nonsense. The last time she spread rumors about Professor Dumbledore's love and hatred, she called him an old madman, hahaha." Emilia laughed. She finds this very interesting, especially when these tidbits are related to people around her.

"Honestly, Claudia, which one do you prefer?"

The whole table's eyes turned.

She didn't want her morning to be so ups and downs. It was obvious that this false report really aroused the curiosity of the Slytherins, and the Durmstrang students who had arrived late were able to stretch their legs. Ears, get ready to hear what big morning events are happening.

But no matter what, it's still too much to inquire about other people's situations like this! Pass! lose! present! Got it!

"I like you equally." Claudia took a deep breath, "How about it?"

"This answer is too boring."

"The truth is always not as satisfying as the fantasy." Claudia drank the last sip of hot milk reservedly, wiped the corners of her mouth, and slowly left her seat despite the hot gazes of the crowd. .

"Oh, this is really heartbreaking, isn't it?" Lorenz laughed evilly again. It had nothing to do with his sly eyes and passed across the little snakes who stood up together. "Prince doesn't care about any of them." Don’t choose.”

"That's good." Rudolph's generous hand grasped Lorenz's delicate neck, "I think she is very good, and if possible, I want to pursue her."

"What????" Lorenz just put the grape juice to his mouth. When he heard these words, the purple juice suddenly spurted out and poured onto the plate in front of him, "What are you talking about? What nonsense, bro?!”

"Isn't this normal?" The taciturn but always outspoken old-fashioned man ignored the looks of the people around him, "I think we are a good match."

"? What gave you such an illusion?" Lorenz pulled his sleeve hard and received eager glances from around him. He felt a bit like a lamb falling into a pack of wolves. All braved the green light of hunger.

"I also love animals, and it's rare to meet a woman who is willing to have close contact with animals, Lorenz. And I'm quiet enough, not noisy, to support her in whatever she wants to do. She's a very attractive woman. , we will definitely be very happy if we live together. Isn’t this ideal?”

That’s right.

Lorenz fell silent.

He thinks such friends are very interesting, at least they won't yell at something they haven't seen before like the disciplined young ladies. Men always like to conquer things that are stronger than themselves, whether they are men or women.

There is always a strong attraction to people who are wholesomely loved. They are always generous with their love and will not ask for the scant love from others.

No one would say no to such a person.

"This is too bad." Lorenz sighed.

"I have thought about it. If I get married in the future, I can settle here or in our country, or even go to other places to live and travel together during holidays, or do some research that I like. We can prepare Several potion rooms, a whole medicine garden, and a contracted farm..."

"Or live next to the dragon farm," Rudolph said. "I think she would like it."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Lorenz responded weakly. He was indeed looking forward to an exotic adventure, but he didn't want to challenge an entire school on his own. He felt the slightly unfriendly eyes around him, and felt that the fish steak in his mouth had become tasteless.

"You are really going to cause trouble, good brother." He muttered, his eyes scanning every hostile glance, and he had a premonition of how unsettled his campus life would be.

The worst part is that this young lady is almost never alone.

The young lady who was considered to have hardly ever been alone was already lying decadently on the warm green quilt, with only the round lamp on the bedside emitting a warm yellow light.

The curtains poured down from all sides, carrying the good smell of the fire, blocking all the light.

She was lying peacefully on the bed, the book suspended in the air, turning slowly with the letter beside her.

"I really don't understand why these female dragons need to be moved while they are holding their eggs. They are already ferocious, and this special period makes their aggression double day by day."

"It's a pity. I asked the experts and dragons are not suitable for being tamed by individuals. Of course, if you want to come, we will leave a place for you after graduation."

"The only good news is that you'll be seeing me soon!"

"Don't tell the annoying boys, I want the big ticket."

Charlie compiled notes from the past few years. He was not a knowledgeable dragon doctor, but his long-term relationship with them allowed him to summarize a series of dragons' living habits and body language.

It is a pity that such knowledge is not suitable for dissemination among the public, just like an excellent pharmacist will never disclose the formula of his potion.

This kind of creature is not suitable for being controlled by wizards, and their high value often leads to the disaster of killing.

If someone knows how to gain goodwill, someone will try to slit their throats in dirty ways to gain their trust.

Claonia yawned. She quite liked these big naked guys. They were quite clean and not as weak as small lizards that might be injured by caressing. Aside from their temperaments, dragons make the best pets.

The curtain was opened by a bright white hand, and the dark color outside peeked into the warm inside.

"Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

Miss Wilson lifted her robe and sat on the edge of her bed, the mattress being pushed downwards.

The girl had already put on a thick nightgown, and the furry dark green scarf almost buried her face in it.

"That's right." Claudia replied.

"Then what are you doing now?"

There was a strange guilty feeling about being caught, and Claudia smiled a little awkwardly. The books and letters slowly closed up with her movements, and finally folded together and floated back to her hand.

The bed tilted forward slightly, and she sat up halfway: "But it's boring to lie down all the time."

"You should reflect on what you have done recently." Helles handed over a cup of steaming honey water, and she took a sip. It was sweet but bitter, and it was actually rich royal jelly.

It was hard for Clonia to think about what she had done recently to bring her body to such a point - at least this was how she had passed every day in the past.

There was no one in the dormitory, and Helles sat quietly, looking at her with strange and obscure eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

"What's wrong?" Putting the honey water aside, her hands became warm due to the heat of the cup.

Claudia took her hand and found that the other person's hand was actually cold. The lace gloves had long been taken off by its owner, and the hands that had not seen the sun for many years but were still well-maintained were exposed to the warm yellow light, and now they looked a little bloody.

The black-haired woman put her thin white hands into her palms.

Miss Wilson couldn't see her expression clearly, and she even thought for a moment that the woman in front of her had guessed what she wanted to say but had hesitated to say.

But Claonia remained silent, just lowering her head and looking at her tightly held hands, as if admiring some treasure.

Her fingers were certainly pretty, but there were subtle scars on them, and although they were still soft to the touch, they were hard at the edges.

Wilson Helles' fingers couldn't help but twitch, scratched by the thin calluses inside his fingertips. The person on the other side held on tighter.

"You seem to have something to tell me, Helles." The girl's voice was low, not completely melted. The syrup was stuck in the throat, and there was a bit of hoarseness that had not been spoken for a long time, which seemed particularly special in the confined space. Clearly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The dark pupils reflected bright light,