Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

When Snape arrived at Godric's Hollow, he saw this scene: his proud student was clinging to the great white wizard's side, watching and following him with very attached eyes. His every move - not even aware of his arrival.

"I assume -" Snape said coldly, "you didn't call me here in such a hurry because you wanted me to watch your - a happy party of young and old?"

"Professor!" The rising star of Slytherin was finally willing to direct her eyes to her dean. She shouted in surprise, staring straight at him with her swollen eyes. Nap let out a very clear snort when he heard this.

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?" he asked impatiently, "and, Miss Albert, why are you here?"

Snape leaned against the door frame with his arms folded, watching Dumbledore drive the clingy little girl away to play with the noisy big bird - for such a short time they had a sticky hug.

"Oh, Severus." Dumbledore finally got rid of that troubling incident. He pushed Snapra aside, who had just arrived. "Let's start with the long story."

"Then let's make a long story short." The corners of Snape's mouth twitched fiercely, "I never knew you had such a good relationship with the students in our college, Albus."

"Oh, this matter also needs to be considered in the long run."

Snape was extremely helpless. The young teacher had absolutely nothing to do with the old man, or perhaps Dumbledore always had a firm grasp on his vitals.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?"

Dumbledore elaborated on what happened.

"I told you about the prophecy, Albus." Snape's brows were furrowed so tightly that if a fly flew by at this time, it would probably be pinched by the crowded brows. He felt extremely angry: he had done a lot of hard work on this student with great potential and extraordinary talent, and he never thought that such a dramatic incident would happen to her - despite the drama in his life There have been enough incidents - but forgive him for not being able to adapt to this rhythm.

"But nothing like this has ever happened before, Severus." Dumbledore said. "There are always prophets in the wizarding world due to various factors."

"Claudine is very smart. None of us thought that she had already figured out the prophet's situation without using her powers."

Snape raised his eyebrows high: "None of us have ever doubted her intelligence, but with all due respect, what does she know?"

"Voldemort-" Dumbledore was interrupted by Snape as soon as he said this word.

"impossible."

"But it is true." Dumbledore changed his robe and replaced it with a nightgown similar to Clooney's blue star pajamas. When Snape answered so firmly, he tugged on it. "She guessed it with her own knowledge," he said as he spoke from the side of his nightgown.

"So the reaction is particularly violent this time? And you just need to get her in this way?"

"Severus." The old wizard gave a helpless smile. He was at a loss what to do with Snape's subconscious conditioned reflex. "Girls are always more sensitive. When they were young, because of some It's normal for things to have a lot of emotional ups and downs. I didn't mistake her for anyone."

"She's a good kid, I know that."

Snape did not deny his statement. There was a flash of scrutiny in his equally dark eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace. He just nodded to Dumbledore, and then made a request that Dumbledore had never thought of.

"If that's the case, it's better to let her come to Pointer Alley (Spider End Alley)." Snape said, "Although I don't have a habit of taking care of children, in this case it's best to put her by my side so that I can adjust the dosage at any time."

"Then this is the best." Dumbledore's blue eyes showed clearly visible surprise, "I have thought about this proposal before, but I guess - you may not agree."

"Then I agree now."

"I helped her make the bed!" Dumbledore patted the fluffy blue moon star sheets with some disappointment, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You have to know, as a lonely old man, still I hope these young and energetic young people will drive his life."

"You can look forward to the start of school." Snape replied firmly to Dumbledore's casual words, and quickly walked out of the small room where they were talking - he couldn't wait to leave this place filled with sweet smells.

"Young people should not be too impetuous." The old wizard followed him step by step. Snape saw the girl who was in love with Fawkes in the hall. Hearing the approaching footsteps, Snape and the big bird had a tacit understanding to move the girl together. His eyes focused on him.

"Claudine." Dumbledore stood behind Snape and showed a smiling face. "Your headmaster said that he would be happy to take over your next tasks."

Fox understood the words of this old friend who had been with him for many years. It flapped its wings dissatisfiedly, and its feathers that were already on the verge of falling off flew around Dumbledore's small home due to its violent movements.

"Oh oh oh! Old man!" Dumbledore turned his palm downwards and gently moved it up and down, trying to calm down this big bird that rarely expressed itself. "I know you are usually extremely boring, but we Something more imminent——"

Snape had no intention of watching the heartwarming scenes of Dumbledore's bird friends falling in love with each other. He took a few long strides and arrived in front of Kleiny. The face that was always covered with ice now looked even more serious. It's freezing. He reluctantly gave her a soft smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched, ready to spray his venom.

Clooney knew very well the body movements of snakes before they were about to attack, and she hurriedly smiled: "Professor! Long time no see! Where am I going now? Are we coming back?"

These questions caught Snape off guard, but he did hold back his unspoken sarcasm. He was silent for a while, and then said: "I assume, if you have a flexible brain, The ownership was not transferred to the troll because of the magic riot, Albert."

"Your situation requires people to pay attention to it anytime and anywhere." He twitched the right corner of his mouth mockingly, which made his face look much warmer - at least more lively than cold, "And your poor professor doesn't So much time and energy is spent wandering around your principal's private property and your own home every day."

"Now - get - your luggage -" he snorted heavily, "you don't want to spend the rest of the day in just your precious pajamas, do you?"

Dumbledore also turned his attention away from Fawkes. He was also very interested in this question - after all, the little wizard had nothing in his hands when he came.

The girl was embarrassed and took out a delicate suitcase that had been shrunk a lot from her pocket: "For convenience, I asked Miss Bones to help me shrink my luggage. I originally thought I was going to be hospitalized."

"Wow, that's a really smart move." Dumbledore laughed and showed her his matching nightgown again, "I really thought you liked this nightgown especially!"

"I really like it!" When talking about this, Clooney became excited again, "I think this color is very quiet, and the bright yellow gives people a very warm feeling - it's just -!"

"Great!" they said in unison.

"WELL WELL." Snape clapped his hands dryly at the side, "This is really a touching exchange meeting for pajamas friends——"

"Excuse me, can we go?" His empty gaze was like a small flashlight shooting out laser, burning straight on Clooney's back. Clooney felt that if he didn't move, a fiery person would appear on his body. A big hole burned out by the sight of the ground. She hurriedly followed behind the tall man who had already reached the entrance.

"Goodbye, sir." At this time, she did not forget to say goodbye to Dumbledore cheerfully, "Your home is really lovely!"

"That's a very high compliment, Clooney, it makes me very happy!" The old man put his two fingers together, made a gesture similar to "yeah", and then shook it left and right in response to her, "I wish you a pleasant journey ahead. !”