Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This year's Christmas, Clooney still chose to go home, but the number of second-year students who chose to go home was much less than last year. When Clooney got on the Hogwarts Express again, there were many people walking around. With her new and tender face, the little animals gathered together energetically, their little faces full of excitement. Some of the little animals who knew her met her in the corridor and greeted her loudly.

After chatting with the enthusiastic little animals, the train was almost leaving.

"I may choose to stay in school next year." Clooney slumped in his seat without any image, like a puddle of flowing water.

"The professor said we can apply to go to Hogsmeade next year - I haven't been there yet!"

"We don't know yet." The Weasleys tugged down the curve of their mouths, put on an innocent expression, and then shrugged, "But our little brother will be entering school next year! Dear little brother Ronnie! Scared little Ronnie!"

They laughed at their brother while fiddling with their new red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple inventions, seemingly not caring at all.

"I should still go home next year." Cedric sighed, "My mother can't bear to leave me."

Claudine's gift-giving list has grown a lot this year - and she has to rack her brains for them. In addition to those who gave gifts last year, this year she also prepared a jar of special-grade bees for the principal who loves honey, a Gryffindor-style thermos cup for Professor McGonagall, and a stick of her own for Professor Quirrell. The latest fountain pen engraved with a nib hardness enhancement charm.

And Professor Snape - because she spent most of her spare time in his office, and almost all of her useful little inventions and ideas were used by this hard-working Potions Professor - so that she didn't even know. What should I give as a gift? I had to send a box of Chinese tea specially sent from China by my father’s client this year.

And their return gifts were even more personal: the principal gave a large bag of honey candies and praised the taste of special honey in very playful words; Professor McGonagall gave back a dozen thick information, and they used thick When it was delivered, the poor brown horned owl almost fainted on their dining table; Professor Quirrell gave her a brown leather book with Ravenclaw characteristics in return, with the title page saying His congratulations and personal signature; and Professor Snape sent back a copy of "100 Questions about Ancient Potions and Alchemy", with a note inside the page, which read in very sharp strokes: Miss Albert, Papers over two feet after school starts.

Clooney even shivered when she saw this note, and then decided to frame the note, put it in a plastic seal, and use it as a bookmark: so that she could always remind herself how much the Iron-blooded Snake King "cares" own learning”.

But none of this was as impactful to Clowney as the news: Ms. Duffin was pregnant, reportedly with twins.

When Ms. Daffin solemnly took out the folded report sheet and told her about this, she was even stunned for a while: "Does this mean I am going to have a younger brother or younger sister?"

Clooney's eyes widened: "I haven't prepared Christmas gifts for them yet!"

Mr. Claude laughed and ruffled her hair: "Let's wait until they are born next year, Lenny!"

And until a few days before Christmas, Harry called specifically to ask if the Albert family would go to Surry County to spend Christmas this year. However, because Ms. Duffin was pregnant, it was no longer suitable to travel around this year. , this year they spent their Christmas on Yutou Street as usual.

When Clooney was on the phone with Harry, he could hear Dali yelling from the side, but when he picked up the phone, his tone became gentle and polite again: "Claudine, we all Miss you very much!”

"Have you received the gifts I gave you?" Clooney asked, suppressing a smile.

"Got it!" Dali's voice, which originally contained a hint of lowness, suddenly rose, with a child's unique sharpness, "I like it very much! Clooney! I will study hard!"

"Be good, Dali!" she ordered.

Christmas is quickly approaching as owls of all kinds come and go in Albert's little house. There were lights and decorations outside the house, and colored lights and red decorations were hung all around. Mr. Black put on a new red corrugated bow tie. Although Claudine really wanted to give him a decorative headband with elk antlers, she knew that cats hated such things, so she could only give up with a sad look. .

Even so, Clooney also started a very fierce war with Mr. Black: before Christmas, they had a very embarrassing water fight in the bathroom, because the little wizard couldn't cast spells outside the school, and she couldn't even do it. After the battle, use the drying spell to help Mr. Black dry the water stains on his body. In order to prevent Mr. Black from attacking the innocent and poor electric fan again after the fight with her, she could only hold the big cat with a bath towel and help him dry half in front of the stove, waiting for him to be dried himself.

"You're going to stink if you don't wash it!" She complained while helping Mr. Black gently pick out his ears with a cotton swab. "You can't smell it yourself, your head is already stinky!"

Mr. Black purred, glanced at her from the corner of his narrowed eyes, then turned his head comfortably and lay still on the carpet.

"Merry Christmas! Mr. Green!" On Christmas Eve night, Clooney dreamed of Green again. She returned to the shabby little room wearing her fiery red Christmas nightcap.

"It's Christmas for you all?" Green looked very surprised. He stared at Crowney's Santa hat surrounded by elk in surprise, "I just realized that you seem to have grown taller."

"I forgot that the flow of time here is different." She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "But I still want to give you my blessing!"

She gave him a hug in vain: "I can't even give you a gift, so I can only give you my blessings."

"I hope you are doing well, Mr. Green."

"I will." Green's handsome face looked more and more sunken, but at this time his expression looked more relaxed than ever, "Thank you."

"I don't have any Christmas gifts for you, girl." He lay on his cold little bed, "So I can only send you cheering wishes."

"I think you can start preparing for the Animagus next semester."

"Okay, sir." Although Clooney felt that this was too fast, she felt that since Mr. Green had said so, she should work hard to agree at this time.

"There's nothing I want to learn today!" Clooney lay lazily on the small bench in her little world. "I just want to have a good rest, then take a deep sleep, and then enjoy the perfect winter. .”

"Then rest?" Mr. Green turned around to face her, a very soft expression rarely appeared on his unruly face. Perhaps this expression could be called - kind, "rest." Rest is also good. Proper rest can provide you with new motivation to move forward later. You are still a child."

After hearing this, she actually simulated a small whiteboard bed and lay down next to the old man.

"Can I stay with you?" she asked uncertainly, "although I don't know how long I can stay here."

Mr. Green just raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse her request.

Claudine felt that Christmas had left her extremely tired, and it was a rare day of complete rest. She closed her eyes obediently after lying down, and the small room seemed even quieter after no one spoke. There was not even a fire, and only the moonlight outside the window revealed a little light, shining on Green's thin sheets. above, looking a little lonely. But she did not see such a lonely scene.

"I won't receive the blessings from the people I want to receive this year." Green suddenly said in the silence. "Although I didn't receive them in previous years, I don't even have hope now."

Clooney suddenly opened her eyes and stared closely at his strange-colored pupils. She seemed to see herself in his pupils. She made up her mind, and then sighed with certainty: "Then that person must be a very important person to you."

"For such an important person, even if you lose contact, your hearts will definitely be together." She said, "As long as your hearts are still together, blessings will definitely be sent to you."

"Maybe." Green closed his eyes slightly tiredly, his platinum eyelashes trembling fragilely, "Maybe, girl."

After a long time, when the girl's breathing had become steady and rhythmic, he suddenly added to himself: "Maybe I have been looking forward to this day."

He stared at the girl's peaceful sleeping face: "There is no vigilance at all - she is so defenseless against strangers in her dreams."

"Kid." He sneered, then repeated it expressionlessly.

"Child."

"I hope I did something right this time." He sighed deeply. The cold night in Nurmengard was not easy. His clothes were ragged, his hands and feet were cold, but his heart felt inexplicably warm-now this A throbbing heart beat irregularly due to an emotion unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

"Child." He repeated again.