Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The weather was not very good that day. The scorching firelight filtered through the window and illuminated Clooney's face mercilessly. The dazzling light penetrated her eyelids mercilessly and forced her to wake up from her sleep. The girl stared at the red and swollen eyes and silently looked around the entire room: the originally cozy cabin had become in pieces overnight, and even her most precious books were torn into pieces by unknown things. The desk was broken into several pieces, and the quilt hung in pieces on her arms. All the transparent glass in front of the bookcase had disappeared, and the tiles on the floor even looked like they had been hit by the demolition team, with a few bricks even jumping to the table.

But she was in no mood to see any of this. She just wanted to cast a coma spell on herself and return to her dream. But she didn't.

Several men and women with different hair colors quietly appeared in her room. They were dressed in black wizard robes, holding wands in their hands, and looked at each other at the mess on the ground.

"Hello, miss." One of the ladies with short gray hair spoke out first. She softened her face at the first sight of Clooney, and then took off her monocle, "You know what's going on here? What happened?"

She nodded to the other wizards. As if they were suddenly wound up, they started to move in an orderly manner from being still. For a while, various sounds of different timbres sounded in the hut. They While waving the wand, he used the repair spell to gradually restore the place to its original state.

"We received intelligence that there was a very large magic fluctuation here. It was originally suspected of a magic riot by the young wizard. But we learned that you are the only young wizard of the right age in this area." She sat next to Clooney's bed. , the originally shaky bed has been repaired, "What happened?"

Clooney's almost frozen brain finally seemed to remember to start functioning, and a trace of other emotions finally appeared on her dull face: "Magic riot?"

The gentle woman nodded.

"I forgot to introduce myself, girl, don't be nervous." She said, "Amelia Bones is the current director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This magical riot has caused tremors to varying degrees in nearby neighborhoods. I'm worried that something will happen. Something bad happened, so I decided to come and see for myself.”

"I had a nightmare." Clooney answered evasively. "In the dream, I was very sad and angry, but when I woke up, the surroundings were like this."

"That's it." The other people finished their work, nodded to the lady, and disappeared again in a flash.

"I think I might have to inform your teacher first." Her tone was full of comfort, "You have to go to the hospital for a physical examination now."

"You have to know that it is very unusual for a magic riot to occur at your age."

"Go and say hello to your family."

"I don't want my family to worry." Clooney reluctantly gave the lady a polite smile. This smile almost used up her strength, "I can't tell the truth, but use other reasons. ?"

"My parents are Muggles."

"It's best not, but you can decide for yourself." The woman replied noncommittally.

Crowney slowly got out of bed and told Ms. Daphne that he wanted to go back to school to stay for a few days and practice the newly learned magic. Ms. Duffin quickly agreed and asked if Claude needed it. The husband drove her there.

"It's okay, Mom." Cloney replied, "A teacher came to pick me up. As you know, I also published a paper in a journal, and the teachers were very good to me."

With the greeting first, the Albert family accepted Clooney's quiet disappearance well.

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is set up as an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. If Crowney is in a good mood, he may like this retro appearance and even appreciate it. But now she found nothing. For her, the surrounding street scene was like a mosaic, and she even forgot what she was doing for a few moments.

She was like a ghost learning to walk, following the lady in a floating manner. After the lady explained her purpose to the dummy in the window of the department store, he led her through the glass and arrived at the waiting room of the hospital in a blink of an eye. A fat blond witch sat in front of a table with the words "Inquiry Desk" written on it.

"School-age children are rioting with magic." The woman asked, "Where should I go?"

The plump witch's eyes widened, and her entire body leaned out of the outermost edge of the table, causing the table that was originally fixed on the ground to tilt forward dozens of degrees. She looked up and down at Clowney, who had eyes as dull as a walking zombie, then sat back in her seat and shot Miss Bones up and down.

"Oh..." She was silent for a while, and it seemed that this question was difficult for her to answer. She flipped through the thin instruction manual on the spot, then scratched her head and pointed to a location in the manual, "Maybe it's the Curse Injury Department? You first go to the fifth floor to ask and check."

So they went up to the fifth floor.

The therapist in a green robe patiently received her. She opened her eyes to try to find something different inside, and connected her limbs with a strange instrument.

"Her emotions are not stable." The therapist said softly while stroking the calloused fingertips of her left hand. "Her magic power is not stable either."

"Are you sure she is twelve years old?"

"Thirteen years old, to be precise," Ms. Bones said. "That's why I thought this situation was a bit unusual."

"Her magical riot caused a hurricane in the surrounding neighborhoods, causing tremors to be felt by those around her."

"Oh - you are worried -" the therapist's eyes widened, obviously understanding Ms. Bones's worries, "but apart from these phenomena, I think this child is quite normal. I do not rule out this possibility. Sex. However, there are currently no records of magic riots after school, but it is not a big problem."

"Is it possible that it will happen next?" An old voice sounded from behind her head. Clooney shuddered visibly and quickly turned her head. Of course, the source of this voice was not the one she thought - the bearded person. The crooked-nosed old man was leaning against the doorframe with a dusty face, blinking his blue eyes at her.

"Oh! Professor Dumbledore!" the therapist shouted in surprise, "Is it you?"

"Hello, Ral." Dumbledore greeted politely and smiled kindly, "Long time no see, kid."

"Honestly, it's hard to say." She looked at the values ​​jumping up and down on the instrument dial with embarrassment, "The magic class in her body is mixed wrongly. I even suspect-"

She turned to Miss Bones and asked: "Would you mind letting her cast a simple little spell under your supervision now? Like fluorescent light or something?"

After receiving confirmation from Miss Bones, she asked again: "Girl, did you bring a wand?"

Crowney took out the slender black wand from her pajamas pocket.

"Then fluorescent flash, can you try it?"

Clooney nodded and waved the wand gently. A strange feeling of sluggishness arose spontaneously, and nothing happened at the tip of the wand - the magic she had tried countless times alone had failed.

She calmly waved her wand in the air, then shouted, "Lows."

The wand trembled involuntarily in her hand.

But the expected light did not appear.

"That's what I'm worried about." Miss Lal looked at her with pity, but the words she spoke made her heart sink. "After systematically learning magic, occasional violent magic riots may lead to -"

"The acquired squib."