Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This news was undoubtedly worse for Clooney. After listening to the therapist lady's words, her whole body felt as if she had been immersed in an ice cave. Everything around me seemed to be gone. What should she do next?

Her most trusted teacher left. The only power that provided her with a sense of security and came from herself became uncontrollable because of her cowardice - and even left her. She sat there with a pale face, but unfortunately she couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

"Is there anything I can do?" Dumbledore's hand was pressed tightly against her back. His hand had never moved since he heard the news.

"Magic stabilizer." Lal shook his head, "The rest is up to her. We don't have any good ideas."

"Okay." Dumbledore then turned his attention to Ms. Bones, "If you don't mind, I will take over the rest?"

Ms. Bones nodded solemnly: "Since it's not the situation I'm worried about, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will no longer intervene. We have eliminated all the effects."

Before she left, she touched Clooney's soft hair again, and the furry touch made her heart soften: "Don't worry, child. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of this century, and he must have a way. "

If Grindelwald's eyes were always boiling with sparks of passion, then Dumbledore's eyes were more like water with infinite tolerance. His clear eyes were full of concern for her. After saying goodbye to Miss Lar, he held her hand and walked out of St. Mungo's.

"Claudine," the old man said softly, "would you like to stay with me for a few days?"

"If you don't know when your magic riot will occur, I think you may need to stay with an adult wizard in the near future, so as to ensure your safety in time."

"And your family's," he added.

Clooney nodded silently, his dark pupils staring at their intertwined hands. Shaoqing, she said in a very hoarse voice: "I told my mother that I would stay at the school for a few days and study magic spells. When I woke up and saw the mess around me, I knew I was in big trouble."

"But now the trouble has been solved." Dumbledore tightened his hand, and his knuckled but warm hand wrapped around Clooney's cold hand, trying to transfer some heat to her in this way, "If you are willing, , we can talk about what happened when we get home, okay?"

He hugged her with his other arm forcefully: "It may be a little uncomfortable for a while, and the first Apparition doesn't feel good, but don't worry, I'm here."

Feeling a very strong pulling sensation on the wizard's robe behind him, he knew that the girl had hugged his waist tightly - but she kept trembling slightly in his arms. Dumbledore gently stroked her hair from top to bottom, and his hand immediately hugged her tightly again. Clooney's vision was originally filled with the champagne color of Dumbledore's wizard robe. Following Dumbledore's movements, her surroundings fell into a dark space. A strong pulling force was pulled forcefully from between them in all directions, but Dumbledore's strength was very strong, and they were not pulled apart at all. In just a moment, an even more depressing sense of pressure filled the entire space, and Clooney felt that her chest was being pressed by several large rocks - this was not only a description of her mood, but also a physical feeling. She felt like her eyes were pushed to the back of her head, and her eardrums were pressed inwards by a thousand pounds of pressure, as if she were diving in a very deep sea.

By the time the bright color filled her eyes again, the surroundings had been replaced by subtle ringing sounds.

"We're home." Dumbledore pulled her to sit on the soft sofa. Fox was looking at her with his head tilted.

He waved his wand, and the warm yellow teapot in front of her began to pour water into the teacup.

"Drink some water." Dumbledore raised his head and motioned. He stared at the girl's chapped lips for a long time. "The first time you Apparated was really not a good feeling."

Clooney picked up the water glass, took a sip, and then drank in small sips. They sat like this for a long time without anyone speaking first.

Instead, Fox was the first to scream: it stared at the interaction between an old man and a young man seriously, trying to see some interesting scenes, but what it didn't expect was that the two people seemed to be acting in a mime - or even silently. It's not even a play - after all, the mime actors still have body movements. They are like two wooden sculptures, motionless in their positions.

Dumbledore spoke first, but instead of asking the question that everyone was concerned about, he turned to talk about what happened when she first entered school.

"When Professor McGonagall came back, she told me that she was shocked!" He relaxed and leaned on the cushions, as if he remembered something interesting, and said warmly while stroking his beard, "She said: 'Oh my God. !Albus! Can you imagine my shock? The first time I met this little Muggle wizard, she called me by my name!—and I hadn’t introduced myself to her yet! ’ Her eyes were as big as bells.”

Clooney moved his eyes from the rippling water bottom to Dumbledore's crooked big nose.

"She also said: 'Miss Albert is a very polite little witch. Miss Snowball likes their family very much. Maybe she will go to Hufflepuff!' But I heard that you consider yourself a Raven Crow, we also made a bet: I thought you would go to Ravenclaw, and Minerva thought you would be sorted by the Sorting Hat into Hufflepuff. So when the final result was revealed, we all secretly Extremely shocked.”

"Later, Severus went to visit the divination professor at our school because of your matter, but he didn't get any substantive advice. She thought it was better for you to see her in person, so that her predictions and results would be more accurate. Be more accurate.”

Having said this, he leaned forward slightly. This move made their eyes meet for a moment, but the girl quickly looked away from him.

"Prophecy is a gift that provides special guidance to some people. But our attitude towards it determines whether this future is likely to actually become the reality of this timeline."

"The future has infinite possibilities, but there is only one we can really experience. If you foresee a bad future, it means that the world is secretly opening the door of convenience for you and wants to help you."

He blinked his eyes as usual.

Claudia couldn't bear to let the equally old wizard's hard work go to waste, so she could only speak reluctantly.

"Not a prophecy, Professor."

Dumbledore's beautiful fingers were intertwined, his palms facing up, hanging naturally between his knees, waiting patiently for her to continue.

"I can talk to people in dreams." After drinking water, the girl's voice was not so hoarse, but she pronounced it stiffly in a very strange accent. Dumbledore felt that this accent was a bit familiar, But the thought was fleeting. He could only continue to stare at the girl, waiting for her to explain the reason for the matter word by word, "We meet almost every day. He is a very good person and has taught me a lot of things - until today."

"He was killed in my dreams, by my nightmares, by my full-blown nightmares."