Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Snape had never had the habit of being a psychological teacher to anyone. He just felt bored: How could the death of a so-called close friend in a dream leave such great pain in people's hearts that they would be willing to give whatever they could? What about your health and future in order to punish yourself for your inability to do so?

He stared at the sleeping face of the girl who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion, and felt a sincere irritation in his heart. Albert is talented, capable, and even ambitious. How could such a person ruin his future because of an unreachable unknown? Didn't she think about taking responsibility for her own future?

Snape had no patience with children. He believed that the preferential treatment he gave to Albert was just the normal preferential treatment for an excellent student who was motivated, would not cause him trouble, and could even provide him with convenience. But Albert's current approach disappointed him.

She is already thirteen years old——

Thinking of her age, Snape suddenly pulled his thoughts back. The girl has always controlled the distance and acted too far - beyond her own age. From the initial confrontation with the important differences within the wizard to the later magic learning, she has taken every step carefully - this is too It's easy for people to habitually ignore her original age.

The corners of Snape's mouth suddenly dropped, and he realized that his judgment was actually confused by the performance of a child. This was not normal. Albert's usual performance is so good that people ignore that she is still in a stage where she is easily influenced by others and has not yet fully established her own thoughts. But fortunately, it's not too late to save it now. The thoughts inside such a rough jade that meets Snape's carving requirements have not yet been discovered by others. This accident is just a small episode and will never affect her development path.

He tried to pull away the cuffs that Albert was holding tightly, but failed. He had no choice but to take off his black shirt and put on a more casual black T-shirt - he was now ready to further modify the prescription.

And Clooney was standing in a familiar fog at this time, and on the other side of the fog was the person she was most familiar with.

She shouted in surprise: "Green!"

The familiar face cracked a malicious smile, and then lost its color and became motionless, with its heterochromatic pupils staring straight at her. Thick fog layer after layer, constantly churning their past.

"You can trust him when necessary." Green said casually, as if he just mentioned the topic casually, "If you don't have your own ideas, you can trust him. But if you have your own ideas, and with Contrary to what he thinks, believe in yourself.”

"It's just a request with nothing in return."

"If you are able, help him, no matter what. You can think of it as a reward for me. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't do it. You are the most important thing."

"I don't want to see this." Clooney used his hands to scatter these chaotic scenes. They seemed to be programmed in advance, gathering again after a while, "Where is he?"

she asked persistently.

"Where is he?"

She had been in a stalemate with the mist for a long time, but her dreams never told her of the passage of time. In the end, the thick white mist spread compromisingly, revealing the place she was most familiar with.

Green was still as he had been when she left last time, lying quietly and motionless on his tattered bed in a particularly twisted posture. When she came back to her senses now, she discovered the blood-stained corpse of the old house elf not far away. The blood had long solidified and formed a puddle next to the thin and old body. The man's face was filled with expressions of anger and fear. Even at the last second of his life, he tried to resist the seemingly invincible deformed man.

She lay quietly next to Green.

"Actually, you're right to call me Clooney. You guessed it right." She said to herself facing the mottled ceiling, "That's what a girl's name is."

"Green," she said, "If this is the future, I won't let him happen."

"I'm sorry, I didn't do anything."

She felt that there was moisture next to her ears, and some cold liquid flowed into her ear canal, so she quickly sat up again, facing the direction where the old man lay down, and rubbed her eyes fiercely.

"Can you please not die?" she complained aggrievedly, "I'm actually very scared and sad."

"You are an important person to me."

"I don't understand, I don't understand! Why!" Her originally gentle whisper gradually turned into anger filled with confusion, "Why!!!"

She still couldn't accept that the teacher she met day and night disappeared so easily from her life. Until the second, third, fourth time, and every night after that, she could not go back to the time when she could communicate freely. It wasn't until the stiff body began to gradually show purple lines and spots that she realized that those short and happy days were really over.

After Professor Snape improved the formula of the magic stabilizer, although the taste of the potion was still difficult to swallow, the previous pain that seemed to be attached to the bone marrow and every inch of flesh no longer appeared, and was replaced by a kind of numbness. Numb itching sensation. She persisted in taking it for more than half a month, and she had no problem casting ordinary spells, but Snape still strictly prohibited her from using any spells that required a lot of precise control of magic power. During this period, the professor also took her home once to accompany her to visit Ms. Duffin, who had just given birth, but by that time it was already very close to the start of school.

Friends also sent letters of concern—these young wizards, whose families worked in the Ministry of Magic, were very well-informed and soon heard about the magic riots that occurred when Clooney was at school. I wrote back and told them not to worry about her condition.

Until the first few days of school, she stayed at Professor Snape's house. Black Cat Black rarely expressed any opinions on Claudine's whereabouts. Her memories of this holiday were the fishy smell of magic stabilizers, the shapes and aromas of various herbs, the bright colors of finished potions, and Snape's stern face that occasionally showed a hint of satisfaction.

Mr. Dumbledore would occasionally visit him to see how Clooney was doing. Fox didn't like her sluggish look. She couldn't even play like an eagle catching chickens when they first met. He followed her. After Dumbledore came a few times, he became angry and stopped visiting Pointer End with the old man.

Meeting her friends at the beginning of school made her feel a little better. On the Hogwarts Express, her long-quiet heart rarely jumped for joy with the joy of reunion.

"Did you know Lenny?" Fred and George arrived late as usual. After the train had driven for a while, they found Claudine and Cedric, "Harry Potter is coming to our school! "

"Harry Potter?" Crowney stared at the excited faces of the boys, a pair of big emerald eyes flashing through his head.

The surname Potter is too common. There are countless people named Harry Potter in the UK. Cloney feels a little funny about his divergent thinking: In any case, the famous savior of the wizarding world will never be trapped in a Muggle family. Here, even before that, I didn’t get help from anyone.

Thinking of Harry, her heart felt a little heavy again. She decided to have a good talk with Harry during the holidays this year - he was going to junior high school this year. Junior high school education is completely different from primary school education. If you don't study hard, , it is very likely that we will not taste the bitter fruit of failure in the near future. He is a very poor child——