Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Albert, the principal is looking for you." The day before the annual college Quidditch match, Senior Sister Waller found Clooney. "He asked you to come over."

"Principal?" Clowney asked, "Is it the principal?"

"Yes, Albert." Senior Sister Waller nodded, "Remember to go there early. He has something to talk to you about. The password is 'Lemon Olaf'."

"Thank you, Senior Sister Waller." Clooney returned, "I'll be there right away."

"You've done a great job this time." The senior sister who usually kept others away from her smiled appreciatively at her. Her blue eyes, which were the same color as Helles's, reflected tiny flashes of light. "Don't worry. , this is just a very ordinary conversation. Remember to continue learning and don’t waste yourself.”

"Okay, Senior Waller." Clooney also laughed, "Thank you!"

After Clooney and Waller parted ways, they followed the stairs to the eighth floor of the castle. There was a smooth stone monster at the corner of the eighth floor. He looked weird and had eyes of different sizes, which made him look a little funny.

"Lemon Olaf?" Crowney said uncertainly to the stone sculpture.

After hearing this command, this funny monster suddenly came to life. He jumped aside nimbly, and the wall behind him cracked in half. Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was slowly moving upward.

"This is really amazing!" Clooney's hands were itchy and he wanted to touch this strange living statue, but he didn't dare. As soon as she stepped onto the stairs, the cracked wall closed. She was about to walk up the stairs when a kind old man's voice came from the top of the stairs: "Oh, you don't have to go, kid, he will bring you up himself."

So Clooney stopped where she was as the voice said, waiting for the magical wooden ladder to circle around and take her to the top.

"Miss Albert!" Familiar faces gradually appeared in front of Clooney as the stairs went up. "Forgive me for being such an eager old man, come in quickly."

Clooney stepped out of the stone stairs. Dumbledore had already walked into the shining door, and she hurriedly followed.

This office was nothing like what Clowney had imagined - it wasn't filled with potions equipment and animal carcasses like Snape's office, nor was it furnished like Professor Flitwick. All kinds of flexible small equipment and trophies are not as orderly as Professor McGonagall's office. This office seems to be more full of life: this round room is full of all kinds of tiny sounds, even on the side. There are also many silverwares spraying like water mist. The fire in the fireplace is burning brightly. The high walls around are covered with portraits of various men and women - they are the old principals of the past. Some of the portraits are rounded. Eyes are fixed on her, but for most of the portrait she is closed and concentrating—perhaps asleep.

As Dumbledore arrived, a beautiful golden-red bird on the gilded wooden stand next to the desk directly in front made a crisp chirp, and even flapped its wings happily.

"Wow!" Clooney couldn't help but exclaimed.

The old man laughed, and then pressed his hand against the big bird: "I know, I know Fox! But we have guests now!"

"He is so beautiful!" Clooney stared at the bright and bright bird with envy. "I have never seen such a beautiful bird!"

"This is the Phoenix, Miss Albert." The old man smiled and moved a stool with his wand, "Sit wherever you want, Claudine."

Clooney sat down obediently, and the old man looked at her gently with his light blue eyes. The big bird also calmed down, combing its feathers quietly on the side.

"You know me!" Clooney clasped his hands on his thighs awkwardly, "What do you want from me?"

"Don't be nervous, kid." Those light blue eyes like big lakes were filled with smiles, "I just want to chat with you and talk about your recent studies."

"The smoke transformation you performed on Christmas was very impressive!" He blinked briskly, "I heard Professor Flitwick say that you were preparing a thesis on "The Study of Charms" when you were in first grade? Professor McGonagall still occasionally complains to me about why you don't want to study her transfiguration in depth."

Clooney's eyes caught a glimpse of a stack of neatly arranged magazines next to Dumbledore's desk, with a few large words written on the cover: "Transfiguration Today".

"These are still immature ideas." Clowney tried to look away from the dozen magazines. "Many details are the result of discussions between Professor Flitwick and I."

Dumbledore gently touched his long beard, then reached out and grabbed a large handful of yellow and orange hard candies from the bamboo basket on the side: "Try it, Clowney."

As soon as Clooney stuffed one of the hard candies into her mouth, a very strong smell of honey wafted out of her mouth, and she immediately stuffed another one in.

"This is Zizi Honey Candy, my favorite hard candy!" He smiled with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and as he spoke, he picked up the cup next to him and took a sip, "If it weren't for you Now that you are still young, I still want to share the delicious taste of mead with you!”

"This is indeed delicious!" Clooney replied inarticulately: This time she felt much better - the sudden conversation from the principal made her feel an inexplicable guilty feeling, even though she was very interested in this person who seemed very funny. The old man's favor was very high, but they had little intersection in their daily lives. She couldn't imagine why the principal from Gryffindor suddenly called her over and wanted to "talk" to her, but Zizi The strong sweetness of honey candy caused her brain to secrete a large amount of dopamine, and she now felt extremely happy.

"I heard that you also held a study session?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, Professor, but this study meeting was not originally organized by me." Clooney said, "We are more like a club. We usually gather together to review and practice the content of the usual classes."

"This is really good." Dumbledore was sitting up. He crossed the fingers of his two hands and propped them up on the desk. His eyes were hidden between his fingers so that his expression could not be seen clearly. "Actually, I just want to ask how you are doing in Slytherin, are you adapting to it? I remember the day you were sorted, you didn't seem to be in a good state."

"Slytherin is great!" Clooney laughed, "But to be honest, Professor, I wanted to go to Gryffindor at first. I originally made an appointment with my friends to go to Gryffindor together. .”

"But it's okay now! Even though we are in different houses, we are still good friends, so I am adapting very well now." She said, "Thank you for your concern! Besides, I also have friends in Slytherin." Got a lot of friends.”

"So that's it!" He laughed with his hands on his hands, his shoulders visibly slumped down a lot, "I asked, why does Filch often complain to me that the Weasley brothers often drag a Slytherin? Girls are causing trouble everywhere - but he said he hasn't caught you head-on yet."

Clooney stuck out her tongue, but she didn't know how to reply to this sentence. After all, she did occasionally do some bad things that stumbled the bad-tempered castle administrator.

"But it's a good thing, kid." He patted Claudine on the right shoulder, "It's a very good thing to be with friends, Claudine, you did a very good job."

"One more thing. I heard from your Professor Snape that you are struggling with elective courses?"

"!!" Crowney opened his mouth in surprise, "How did Professor Snape know about this?"

"He said you showed it very clearly." Dumbledore said, "No one would hate a studious little wizard. Regardless of Severus' usual behavior, he is actually a very careful person."

"I understand." Clooney agreed with the principal's statement, "He is very good to me."

Dumbledore took out a gold-colored pocket watch from his pocket and handed it over.

"This is the 'time converter' that your Professor Snape took the lead in applying to the Ministry of Magic." He picked up the bracelet of his pocket watch with his slender fingers. "It is not easy to apply for the converter from the Ministry of Magic. He wrote several Application form, but he didn’t know how to mention it to you, so I just wanted to hand it over to you.”

"He can be shy sometimes."

Clooney couldn't imagine Professor Snape's shy look. Could it be that there would be a blush on that cold, pale face like a wooden board? This is too terrible!

She hurriedly shook her head to shake that horrible and inconsistent image out of her head.

"Professor Snape is a very good person!" Clowney sighed, "But a time turner?"

"I think you already know its use." Dumbledore put the time turner into her palm, "Tell me about it?"

"The time turner is a wonderful magical device that allows the user to go back to the present time -"

"You must ensure that you cannot use him for anything other than studying." Dumbledore said seriously, "And you must remember that time travel must not exceed five hours, otherwise it will cause harm to your body and soul. Irreversible influence. So far, no one has penetrated the secret of time. Promise me, Clooney, not to study the mysteries here when you are not completely sure, okay?"

Seeing Clooney nod solemnly, Dumbledore continued to add: "Don't use it excessively - after all, we still don't know what impact excessive time travel will have on the present."

"Also, don't be discovered by yourself in the same time and space. The same people cannot appear in the same time and space."

After talking about the business, the old man finally relaxed his whole body: "That's all I want to say, Clooney, you still have activities to do, right?"

"Yes, sir! I'll leave now, thank you!" Clooney stood up and walked out of the principal's office. Before leaving, he turned back to say hello, "When I grow up, I will definitely try the taste of mead. of!"

"I welcome you to come and chat with me at any time!" the old man said playfully, "You have to know that children are much more interesting than an old man!"