Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

During heavy rains, the cave exudes a heavy, wet vapor, and the pleasant-smelling geosmin released by actinomycetes fills Crowney's nasal cavity.

After the transformation, her eyesight became very good, and she could even see the trajectory of the intense water flowing from Mr. Bain's head to his muscular chest.

Clooney felt like she was blushing, but her furry face couldn't express her thoughts.

"Oooh, ooh, ooh." She tried to communicate with them, but she just made some meaningless low syllables.

"Claudine." Bain stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and the patches of rainwater on his body instantly turned into a very conspicuous piece of steam, floating hot towards the top of the cave, looking very much like a steamer that had just been opened.

"Ouch." Crowney responded.

This round-faced brown cat stared with its big round golden eyes. There was a very obvious vertical line inside the eyeball, which made it look a bit fierce, but its eyebrows were flying upward. Sylvan swept his tail perfunctorily, his brows and eyes full of vigilance, and he slowly walked around behind the big cat's butt, trying to smell it.

The big cat raised its forelegs in an arc and raised it in front of his eyes, staring at the round pink flesh ball in a daze. After a while, it began to lick its paws with its barbed tongue, and even He stuffed his paws into his mouth as if he wanted to eat.

"This is just an Animagus. Don't give people the impression that you are really like a stupid beast." Mr. Bain said helplessly, "Do you understand what I mean?"

By this time, Sylvan had completed the first round of sniffing, and he was very sure that the large animal in front of him, which did not seem to have a very high IQ, was the troubled little girl he was familiar with. The feline rubbed the side of its face against Silver Wolf's body hard, causing him to stumble and fall a long way to the side.

After provoking Sylvan, it staggered towards the centaur again, rubbing its soft fur against the centaur's chest.

Bain tentatively stretched out his hand and scratched its chin. The big cat lay down on the ground, and he had to squat down to touch it.

"I never thought your Animagus was a tiger." Mr. Bain said with emotion while rubbing its light yellow fur with black horizontal stripes, "I thought it was a dog or something."

The tiger opened its mouth angrily, revealing two cold sharp teeth, showing its fierce look. It viciously grabbed the centaur's leather-covered hand, and then gently pressed her upper and lower jaws and forehead bones. The muscles next to it appear to be extremely developed, and they bulge with its movements.

Sylvan was not so gentle. He bit the thick mane around the tiger's neck unceremoniously, and then made a purring sound. This time she really felt like she understood what Sylvan was saying.

He was scolding her!

"Silly boy!" he said.

The language of animals usually expresses emotions and rarely expresses other semantics. However, this language became much easier to understand when Crowney turned into a tiger. For example, if Sylvan just expresses a kind of ridicule and contempt for her or her behavior, then she can understand Sylvan's meaning.

"I understand now!" she replied angrily, "Do you often secretly scold me like this!"

She rolled on the spot, and her plump belly turned over with her movements, trapping Sylvia in her thick coat. During the turn over, her big head also pushed against Bei. Mr. En's curled up horse's hooves made her rub him backwards. After completing a series of actions, she began to lick Sylvan's face harshly with her big tongue.

"Come and get what you deserve!" she purred happily. "You're the little brother now!"

Unfortunately, the body language of canines is completely different from that of cats. For example, in the world of cats, only the superior person is qualified to lick and groom the subordinate person, while in the canine world, the superior person is Cold and restrained, only the lower-ranking person would diligently lick the mouth and corners of the upper-ranking person's mouth.

"Idiot!" Sylvan made an unfriendly nasal sound, and his long tongue kept licking his wet nose upwards, which made Clooney feel a hint of danger - he was about to bite someone in anger.

Canines actually hate the feeling of being controlled and imprisoned. When Crowney was still in human form, he was still able to accept the seemingly harmless and harmless human cubs expressing themselves in this human way. friendly. But once the subject of this behavior became this powerful beast, his pressure doubled, and his innate alarm bell began to ring involuntarily.

Seeing this, Clooney hurriedly spread his limbs and stretched them straight and stiffly upwards. He found Sylvan frozen in place and secretly pushed his hind legs with one front paw.

Mr. Bain's hand had turned to rub its warm round ears. Britain is now a country without tigers. Going back to the earliest times, cave lions once ran on this land, but about - years ago, this creature became extinct in Britain. The centaurs have seen images of this creature in classics, but have never seen its true form. Bain thinks it is very novel, but he doesn't know much about the tiger species.

On the contrary, Clooney felt a little pity: she had a special preference for furry creatures. Rather than becoming furry, she preferred the inner-outside satisfaction that came from stroking the fur of animals. It felt like After getting soaked on a wet rainy day, I took a warm hot bath, then lay on the warm and soft bed, listening to the dense and light raindrops dancing fast-paced tap dance on the glass window.

She collapsed to the ground like a puddle of soft dough, rolling left and right from time to time. The storm outside showed no signs of stopping. The howling storm and the large predators in the cave made the poor guinea pigs shake even more. While rubbing his soft belly with his paws, Clooney turned his peripheral vision to the trembling little dumplings.

"No - okay -" Mr. Bain scolded with a smile, "Assuming you still know you are a girl!"

After hearing this, the big tiger let out a humane sigh, and then began to jump up and down in the cave. After her originally strong muscles were transformed into this flexible and strong animal, she obviously got better use. I feel like I can do anything now, and with a single jump I can reach the "ceiling" (now the top of the hole) that I couldn't reach no matter how hard I tried before.

After running and jumping wildly for a while, she returned to the two men who were glaring at her, panting with her tongue hanging out like a dog.

Mr. Bain was staring at the windy night sky outside, wondering what he was thinking about, while Sylvan was lying on the ground bored, not wanting to do anything. Crowney tried to provoke him, scratching his head with his big paws, but he only got a slobbery warning.

Clooney was curious for a while, and this huge carnival gradually faded from her mind. Although she was still very excited now, the fatigue after the excitement also swept over her, as well as the curiosity after the return of reason. Then it rose. An idea arose in her head.

She clumsily bit the wand, put it under her paw, and silently recited a spell in her mind, simulating the circuit of magic. Then a large black shadow flew into the hole along with muddy water, messy branches, and fresh leaves— —It was her clothes and shoes and stockings, but they had obviously been ravaged by the storm and were no longer wearable.

Embarrassed, she tried to use cleaning and drying spells, but these spells obviously couldn't smooth out the wrinkled clothes. Mr. Bain was unusually easy to talk to. He patiently unfolded the rags and arranged them so that Clooney could try to restore them one by one.