Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This semester, due to the absence of the astronomy class that Clowney least cared about, Clowney finally lived up to expectations and achieved first place in the grade. And because of the publication of the paper "Spelled Innovation", Professor Flitwick encouraged her to Slytherin added a full thirty points, which made Slytherin still far ahead in points this year. The annual year-end party is filled with Slytherin's dark green like Christmas, but obviously this habit does not make this annual passionate moment any less enthusiastic.

Ms. Duffin's due date was approaching, and by the time Clowney arrived home, her belly was already very large.

"Maybe you can see them next month!" Ms. Duffin said lovingly while touching her round belly.

This school year seems to be full of good news: she has become stronger, met many kind-hearted people and animals, met a teacher who is willing to teach her everything, and is no longer mysterious and fearful because of the unknown of magic. , even her least favorite astronomy class has officially ended due to the arrival of the second grade, and next school year she can also choose a new class that she is very interested in: it is said that students who choose the Care of Magical Creatures class can enter the restricted area during class time. Forest!

She was almost out of school and looking forward to school starting again.

But the slight pleasure she felt about the year-end summary disappeared when she returned to the small room again.

When she returned to the cell-like room, Green was talking to an outsider. But the tone sounded bad.

"Your trip is meaningless. I never had it." Green smiled wildly, showing his almost toothless gums, and his inorganic eyes were staring at the outsider.

Opposite Green is a dream that has been haunting Clowney for several years. The noseless face was displayed in front of her like a prickly, unmodified face. Without the blur of the balloon, Clooney could even see the clear lines on his face. Moreover, this time the noseless green bread actually has a body this time, and he is tall - at least in front of Green. The snake-like face faced the frail old man, and her blood-red eyes stared at him closely, but did not notice her presence.

"Grimm?" Clooney sat next to the old man uncertainly. The panic about the nightmare gradually rose in her heart. She tried to look for her teacher's encouraging gaze and draw courage from it to face this increasingly concrete nightmare. ,"who is he?"

This time, Green didn't answer her. When he heard her voice, his normal pupil just contracted very violently, and then returned to normal. Only then did Clooney notice the severity and hostility on Green's face, but she had no idea what was happening.

"You lied!" The deformed nightmare howled viciously, raising his wand high at this moment.

"Why does he have a wand?!" This behavior shocked Clooney. She asked herself loudly in her heart. Obviously, everything in front of her was beyond Clooney's imagination. She never expected that this disturbing nightmare of hers would one day happen. Will have a physical body, and even play against her defenseless teacher at this moment!

"Crucio!" The tip of the wand of unknown material emitted fluorescent green light, and Green began to howl in pain.

"What are you doing!" Clooney blocked Greene almost reflexively. The defenseless woman didn't think about anything at this moment. She almost angrily tried to push the madman who suddenly got up and attacked with her hands. , "Get away!"

As usual, her hands passed through the man's body. She then realized that this might not be her usual nightmare.

"You! Come on! Stop!" Green's howl was full of pain. His trembling body, with its exhausted oil lamp, was like a dead leaf hit by a heavy rain, twitching nervously on the bare ground.

"You bitch!" Clooney roared at the madman, swearing out curse words that she had never uttered in more than ten years. She felt that the anger began to burn from her heart, and this anger spread from her heart to her mind. He followed her bone marrow to her limbs, "You son of a bitch!"

"Stop! You fucking idiot! You have the ability to come at me! *Your mother!"

But her actions did not affect the other world at all, just like in the beginning, she was a spectator in another world who could only communicate. She felt that everything was unreal, and the great pain gradually climbed amidst the uninterrupted howling. The sudden accident gave her almost no time to reflect.

"TELL ME!" the man shouted urgently, "TELL ME!"

Claudine never knew she had so many tears to shed, she just couldn't get enough! She could no longer bear what happened to this proud old man. She knelt in front of him: "What does he want? What does he want to know? Teacher? Tell him! Tell him! Let him stop! I beg you !I beg you!"

Except for the slightest glance in Green's eyes, it was as if he had never seen her or heard her words. He just smiled contemptuously at the man when he stopped torturing him, which made the man more and more angry. The angry, heart-breaking moments became shorter and shorter, and lasted longer and longer. Green's moans also gradually turned from louder to weaker, and the originally happy night meeting turned into torture for Claudine. When she was a child, she could only stand stiffly and watch the teacher she lived with day and night being tortured by this snake-faced man. She didn't even know what this madman was longing for!

She squatted helplessly next to Green, grabbing the non-existent bed board with both hands, trying to alleviate the pain in her soul through this behavior. Snot and tears flowed down like an open faucet: She never imagined that even if she had a wand and learned magic, she would still be helpless against her childhood nightmare, and even let it develop to this point - because For her laziness, he was now here to murder her teacher. Endless resentment and self-blame collided with each other in her soul, and different selves were loudly accusing her.

"It's all! Blame! You!" Her own voice yelled in her mind, trying to cover up the moans, but it combined with the continuous harsh voices to form a double-edged sharp knife, stabbing her heart at the same time. , while piercing her mind.

In between the countless spells, the scrawny old man was still laughing wildly and contemptuously. "Kill me, Voldemort, I am glad to die! But my death will not bring you what you are looking for... There are many things you do not understand..."

"Kill me!" he demanded. "You can't win, you can't win! That wand will never, never be yours—"

The man's anger broke out, or perhaps his patience was completely lost in the heart-breaking attacks. He waved the wand almost expressionlessly, and a very dazzling green light filled the room in an instant. After entering the room, Green's weak body was thrown into the air from the hard bed, like an insignificant feather, and then hit the bed hard. His head even hit the iron railing, making a very slight sound. The knocking sound.

"Voldemort?" she repeated the name in an almost inaudible whisper, tremblingly, "Voldemort?"

This time, no one responded to her. The snake-faced man just stared at me for a while, then squeezed into the small window and flew away.

It was quiet in the small room. Clooney was lying on top of Green's body. The old man, who was always expressive, was quietly closing his eyes, as if he was asleep, with the twisted smile still on his face. superior.

"Sir?" Clooney tried to call his name. She wiped the tears that couldn't stop with her sleeves and tried to push his body. "He's gone!"

"gentlemen!"

She waited for a long time. When the sun and moon outside the window had gone through a reincarnation, Green still didn't wake up. His complexion was gray, and mottled veins and blood vessels appeared on the surface of his skin. Clooney was wondering if it would be Mr. Green's alternative education, and if at some moment those playful heterochromatic pupils would reappear in front of her eyes, and then he would tell her with a smile that this is the importance of strength. sex.

Even if it was a joke and it hurt her deeply, she would definitely forgive him.

If only this was a joke. But before she could wait for the second sunrise, the familiar white mist began to swallow up all the pictures from front to back.

"Go away--" She was no longer polite, and she no longer had patience with the innocent Bai Wu. She scolded sternly, "Go away!"

But the night ended anyway.