Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The predictions given by Mr. Bain were very accurate. For the whole month, Crowney had been worried that the continuous heavy rain would not stop, but in the past few days when the moon was nearly full, the rain stopped strangely. The sun once again hung on the blue sky washed by heavy rain, shining with incandescent light.

On the evening of the second full moon day, the air was exceptionally humid. Crowney ran deep into the Forbidden Forest to collect a small bottle (about the size of a thumb) full of dew. She waited in the Forbidden Forest until nightfall. Under the moonlight, she took out the crystal bottle she bought specially, filled it with her own saliva, and took out the leaves that were about to change color after being held in her mouth for a long time. Soak in that transparent viscous liquid. She added a strand of her own hair and a silver teaspoon of dew into the bottle, and finally stuffed the pupa of the eager Grimace Hawkmoth into the bottle.

"A quiet and dark place where you can't be disturbed or come into contact with the sun." Clooney muttered to himself, "Where can there be such a good place."

She knocked on a huge dead branch nearby, and the branch cleverly turned into a loose wooden box with no confidentiality measures. She waved her wand, and the scattered fresh leaves automatically woven into a soft mat and placed it inside. She let the little bottle shine as brightly as possible with the moonlight, then fixed it upright in the center of the box.

"Sylvain!" Crowney yelled, "GET HELP!"

Ten minutes later, a big wolf with a helpless expression poked its head out of the jungle.

"Sylvan!" She gave the wolf a warm hug, "I want you to help me remember this place."

"Also, can you dig a hole with me?" Clooney was embarrassed and dragged the bloody bag out from behind. "I want to hide this box in this place."

"Deeper." She added, "When it's time to take it out, it might not be so troublesome. The main reason is that I'm afraid that if I use the Earth Collapse Curse, I won't be able to control the scope of the explosion..."

Sylvan glanced at the heavy-looking bag, then at the slightly dry soil, and followed Clooney to start digging the hole using the most primitive method.

With Sylvin's help, the progress of digging the hole suddenly became joyful. The wolves' digging talent should not be underestimated. "I really don't know what my Animagus looks like." After digging the hole, Clooney leaned on the heaving body of Sylvan and thought about the future. "I hope it is a small animal with higher concealment. Or one that can fly!”

Sylvan ignored him and just focused on his reward, eating until his mouth was bloody.

"You won't be able to recognize me when that day comes!" She patted Sylvan's belly confidently, "Mr. Bain has already said that I will definitely succeed. What if I turn into some little animal? You Are you going to be stupid and chase me?"

Sylvan slapped Clooney's face hard with the same bloody paw, leaving a claw mark full of fishy sweet taste and sticky feeling.

"You are so disgusting!" she exclaimed, "You can't do this to me!"

She hurriedly rode her new favorite to the big lake to see how her face looked now. The wolf pulled out a wicked, evil smile full of humanity behind her.

There is an unexpected intruder beside the big lake.

"Claudie." The visitor smiled, his blue-purple eyes shining with eagerness and joy, "Why didn't you attend dinner today?"

"Texel?" Clooney glanced at him in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"You haven't answered me yet." He said sweetly, "Why didn't you attend dinner today?"

"I have something of my own to do." Clooney got off the broom and waved the wand to remove the marks on his face, "Why are you here?"

"Am I waiting for you?" The boy's delicate face was covered with a strange expression that was difficult to express. "I'm worried about you."

"Our relationship hasn't reached this point yet, right?" Clooney raised his eyebrows, feeling a little dissatisfied with this inexplicable boy invading her private time. "I said, it was just an accident."

Owen Tesar, a boy with a familiar name, was drawn into the student union by the two boys who were friends with Helles, and Clooney had some impressions of him. When he first attended the study session, he behaved like the most common Slytherin: polite, cold and distant, with his head held high habitually.

The most common thing he did during study meetings was to sit quietly aside and chat quietly with Higgs and Lecter. Even though they had been classmates for nearly two years, when he met Clooney, he just nodded lightly, not enthusiastically.

But since Clooney fished out the boy who accidentally fell into the lake last weekend, everything has gone beyond her expectation. The boy had been paying too much attention to her since that day.

"But you still saved me, Clooney." The boy's voice that had just passed the voice changer became much deeper than last semester, and Clooney's Christian name escaped from his lips in a low and tactful voice, "I just want to Pay you back."

"I don't need it," she said. "Thanks for your concern, but don't do it."

"Honestly, Tesar." Clooney's impatience disappeared. This time she calmed down a little and her tone became smoother. "We are all brothers and sisters from the same college. This is just a very different relationship." A small favor is not worth your constant attention.”

He walked around the boy and put his left hand on his right shoulder: "If you want to repay me, maybe studying hard and letting me know more about new things will be more helpful to me."

"You have to understand that sometimes, we don't like others staring at us all the time." She smiled softly, "It's not a happy thing to be followed all the time, right?"

"Okay." The boy withdrew his gaze, "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

"I understand you." She patted the boy's shoulder gently, "It's not a big deal, Owen."

She glanced at the green eyes at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, cast an insignificant glance in that direction, and those small spots of light disappeared into the jungle again.

"It's not a good thing to miss the curfew. Go back and rest early." The girl's tone was calm, as if she was full of patience with him. Owen was a little surprised that he did not attract severe criticism, and even received a relatively mild response from the girl. At this moment, he seemed to feel that his eager reward was about to be accepted.

But then, the girl's tone dropped again.

"But there can't be a next time," she said.