Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The summer vacation ran away like it had grown legs, and by the time Clooney came back to his senses, school had already started for more than a week. The second grade is no different from the first grade. They have similar courses and almost the same teachers. The only difference may be that the flying lessons in the first grade have disappeared.

Gryffindor has started a new round of Quidditch player selection, and Slytherin's selection - wake up, the seniors will not allow a Muggle to enter the Slytherin team.

Even if change can arise from below, the adults at the top are not willing to lower their heads to see what is going on under their chairs.

However, the rise of learning clubs in lower grades has indeed attracted the attention of some people.

For example - classmate Baker's - clan.

"Oh, Albert." The black-haired boy and two tall boys stopped Clooney on their way back to the dormitory. "I have long admired your name."

The leading boy's voice was glib, with a strange upturned ending at the end of each word.

"Go away, Rozier," Helles said. "Stay away from us."

"I'm just here to give you a kind reminder, miss." The leading boy said with a smirk, "This is just a little kind reminder from you, my dear senior."

"Albert." He looked past Helles, his eyes entangled like a snake that found its prey, "I'm talking to you."

"Please tell me." Clooney took Hellus' hand, "What do you want to say? Rozier."

"Senior just thinks that as a Slytherin, you are too close to people from other houses?" He said with a smile, "Pure-blood traitor, Hufflepuff coward, you still have to be with me Who? Isn't being a Mudblood enough to stand out in Slytherin?"

"Stop ruining Slytherin's reputation miss, one Mudblood is disgusting enough."

"SHUT——"

"Oh, and you, look at you." The boy named Rozier grinned, deliberately ignoring Clooney's warning eyes, "You are like this lady's dog -"

"I'm just here to give you a kind reminder." The boy's tone was full of malice. He glanced sideways at Helles who was about to move and said, "I'm not talking to you either, Wilson."

"Shut up, Rozier." Clowney quickly took out his wand from his pocket, "Kneel down and apologize for everything you said, or pay the price. You choose one."

"Are you crazy?" The boy seemed very unbelievable about this proposal, "You are like this with a Rozier-"

"I'm tired of hearing people tell themselves their family status." Clooney pulled Hellas's hand back, and she stared at the boy who was already a little nervous carefully and firmly, "The last person who talked to me like this, You’re still afraid of liquid food now, Rozier.”

"You may have forgotten - I am your senior." The boy looked confident and was pacing happily in the corridor, "Miss Mudblood of Slytherin, oh, I feel like throwing up when I talk about this. .”

He played with his wand and made a vomiting motion: "What do you want? Or knock me down like a savage like a first grader? Okay-"

"That's it." Clooney laughed with his mouth split open, "Did you come to me without knowing anything?"

The boy found that he could not make any sound at all. He kept groping for his mouth, but there was nothing there. He looked extremely angry, but he could only utter the onomatopoeia of "woo woo".

"Funny little charm, isn't it?" Claudine laughed. "You can keep saying these words to yourself in your head, you dirty and uneducated little bug."

The other two boys and Rozier were sent to the courtyard using a levitating spell, but unfortunately there was no one in the courtyard now.

"You are not allowed to cast spells in the corridor, Rozier." Clowney laughed. Helles even disarmed the wands of two other seniors. "So now we're not in the hallway."

"Let me think about it, what kind of family does a self-respecting little bug have to be proud of?" Crowney said, "Ah, members of the failed Wiccan Party, Death Eaters who died early. Your family It must have been riddled with problems by the Ministry of Magic a long time ago, Rosier. It’s a pity that I don’t even know your name.”

Clooney said while waving his wand: "You haven't learned anything in the past few years, right? Without your voice, you can't even cast a spell?"

"Your problems are much more serious than Mr. Baker, Rozier. Did the family's failure make you lose your mind directly?"

The boy was hung upside down in the air, his cheeks turned red due to congestion. He held his wand tightly in his hand, but this beautiful wand did not help his situation in any way, and the other two senior boys because He lost his wand and was stunned.

"Your 'friends' are much smarter than you, senior." Clooney said slowly, "At least they know how to assess the situation."

"The last thing you should be is a Slytherin, Rozier." Clooney said while watching the red rash gradually climb up the boy's neck, "Slytherins know how to protect themselves wisely, and the prerequisite for protecting themselves wisely is to have something. learn."

"You didn't do any homework and it just happened on a whim, right?"

"It's a pity that I don't want to teach you." Clooney put him down. He was dizzy from hanging upside down for a long time. "I'll give you a chance. You should apologize properly and stay away from us from today on." , don’t dirty my eyes, okay?”

Several bats struggled to get out of the boy's tiny nostrils, clawing at the skin around his nostrils. But now he can speak.

"You - BI" the boy prepared to shout the word with red eyes.

"I guessed it, the result is always like this." Cloney said to the boy who was white and stiff. "It's a pity that I'm not that angry anymore. But you scolded my friend, Rozier."

She kicked the petrified boy several times in the stomach until she saw some unknown turbid liquid rolling in the gap between Rozier's stiff mouth.

"You must always remember, don't mess with me or my friends. Stupid sewer parasite, this is just a small lesson, you won't like any more."

"I believe you won't be willing to tell others, Rozier." Clooney glanced at Helles. She was too quiet today. She didn't say anything else except the first sentence. As a result, she found that Helles was staring at her seriously, so she had to turn her eyes back to Rozier.

"You don't want people to know that you were taught a lesson in a barbarian way by a second-year student. This is too shameful."

Then she straightened up and took Helles' hand.

"Actually, this is enough, Helles." She asked softly, "Do you want anything else?"

As if she suddenly came to her senses, the blond girl shook Clooney's hand with her backhand, and then returned the wand she had just disarmed to the two senior students.

"That's fine, Lenny." She returned quietly, "It's nothing."

"Okay." Crowney returned. Then she turned her attention to the two boys who had just gotten back their wands, and her voice became a little deeper, not like the clear voice of a little girl, "Senior, I believe you won't tell anyone, right? "

"After all, Senior Rozier must not want this to happen."

"The spell will be lifted automatically in half an hour." She explained seriously, "You can go back and rest now. Senior Rosier will go back by himself."

The two boys ran away quickly, their school uniforms and robes stirring up a strong gust of wind. Helles saw the joy creeping back into the girl's face.

"In order not to embarrass her." She cast a disembodiment spell on Rozier, and the effect was very good. Rozier seemed to blend in with the grass.

"Wouldn't this be better?" Clooney turned around and gestured to Helles.

"That's much better." Helles laughed, "We don't need to ruin our good mood for such a person, Lenny."