Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Bloody Barrow sat at the end of Clooney's side at this year's opening banquet. He was still expressionless as usual, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Professor Snape very sensitively caught her gaze when they first entered the auditorium, but there was nothing in his eyes, not even a glimmer of light. He glanced over his face and turned back to the entrance of the auditorium.

"What is he looking for?" Clooney felt that he was confused by the dean's actions.

Compared with the days they spent together, Claudius felt that Snape had become more taciturn and distant after just a few days of seeing her - at least when he usually saw her, the gloomy young professor occasionally still They will make some malicious smiles that are full of various meanings.

She turned to Dumbledore again. The naughty old man smiled and winked at her, and she responded with a big smile. Professor Quirrell's originally empty seat was filled again. He was talking stumblingly to the teachers around him, with a strange big scarf wrapped around his head. Clooney originally wanted to greet him in a friendly way, but he raised his head When he saw her, his eyes were like a frightened little rabbit, and he immediately looked away - he didn't seem to want to pay attention to her.

Clowney thinks this year is really weird. Fortunately, the other familiar teachers remained as usual. But Professor Flitwick's expression was very struggling, as if the Weasley brothers had thrown a rotten egg on his seat: he frowned fiercely, restraining himself from raising his wand to cast any spell. From time to time, hold your nose and inhale through your mouth.

When the freshmen arrived in a swarm, Clooney stopped observing the professors. She waited with her roommates for the sorting—in fact, she was indeed a little curious about Harry Potter.

Mr. Sorting Hat's song has not changed since the day Crowney came to Hogwarts. After everyone waited patiently for him to finish singing and applauded him for his annual hard work, the sorting began.

Clooney only remembers the first unlucky person whose name is called like her every year. Last year it was Elsa Adair, a thin brown-haired Gryffindor girl who also had a stalemate with the Sorting Hat. a period of time. Who is the poor pioneer this year? The girl held her head and tapped the table with her fingers rhythmically. She hoped that this year's first place would be a boy.

"Hannah Abbott!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Oh! Damn it!" Clooney secretly hammered the table and she shouted in a low voice, "This year it's girls who bear the brunt again!"

Helles chuckled secretly.

The blushing blond girl looked extremely nervous. As soon as the Sorting Hat was put on her head, she shouted the name of the house she was going to: "Hufflepuff!"

Clooney sighed and began to wait for the highlight, but there was also a joke in the middle that left Clooney fresh in his memory: the little boy named Neville Longbottom, who fell while running towards the stool. The fall seemed painful. Professor McGonagall's originally untroubled face was frightened by this unexpected incident. But before she could help the boy up, he got up on his own. . The Sorting Hat took a long time to make its decision on him.

Mr. Hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy jumped off the stool quickly. Before the professor could take off the sorting hat, he had already ran far away. The auditorium was filled with good-natured laughter.

"He's so cute!" Emilia laughed and fell aside, "He should be a Hufflepuff!"

The surnames of Potter and Weasley were both very late. After the farce, Clooney was no longer interested. While she was chatting with Helles about her vacation experiences and her own unlucky experiences, she occasionally glanced at the Sorting House in a distracted manner. Condition.

"Harry Potter!" When the name was called out, there was a very loud buzzing murmur in the restaurant, like thousands of bees crowding into the auditorium. Claudine quickly set his sights on the high stool like everyone else, wanting to see what this poor but famous boy looked like.

"Harry!" Her eyes widened and she almost couldn't restrain herself from wanting to stand up from the stool.

This is how the same thing? ! The familiar face of the little boy in Surry County who once had neither enough food nor clothing to keep warm was vividly reflected in her mind with the support of Clooney's good eyesight - he was actually the same person as the famous savior?

A nameless anger burned in her heart, but she didn't know who she was going to direct this anger at. She slammed the table board very angrily, and the students around her looked at her inexplicably. Fortunately, the sound was not loud, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the savior's sorting ceremony.

After a long time, the Sorting Hat finally made a decision: "Gryffindor!"

The loudest cheers almost brought down the roof of the auditorium. Clooney saw Percy standing up and holding Harry's hand tightly, while the two naughty twin friends were cheering loudly: "We We have Potter! We have Potter!"

Clooney stared closely at the familiar face of Harry Potter. She didn't even have time to pay attention to the Sorting Ceremony that was still going on. Her messy thoughts were swirling. When she heard Weasley's last name, she was slightly distracted. Pull some off.

Fred and George's little brother was sorted into Gryffindor as expected, and when the sorting ceremony was officially over, Harry didn't even notice Clooney. When Clooney came back to his senses, Dumbledore was already smiling. He stretched out his arms to the students and was ready to speak: "Welcome! Everyone! Welcome to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crying nose !Residue! Screw!”

"thank you all!"

The banquet started soon, and Helles returned her gaze to the black-haired girl next to her. She looked angry.

"Lenny, are you okay?" She squeezed the girl's hand worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Clooney did not look away, she just gave Hellus a look that looked back to her senses, and quickly focused her attention on the Gryffindor table: "It's nothing, Hellus, it's a long story. "

"I have to think about how to organize my language first."

When Harry's eyes finally met with Claudia's for a brief moment, his eyes widened in surprise. Harry saw various emotions swirling in Clooney's eyes, and his heart jumped suddenly. A kind of excitement and joy of reunion rose in his heart, but he was soon distracted by the snake on her chest. The badge was pulled back.

Harry's green eyes were filled with a variety of emotions, and his heart was equally confused: His first good friend, the person who helped him a lot, was actually a wizard? She was now sitting on the Slytherin table, staring at him with very surprised eyes!

"But aren't all Slytherins supposed to be bad people?" He thought of the condescending blond boy with a bad tone he met on the train, and the conversation between the approachable red-haired boy and him. "Only evil wizards will go there." Slytherin!"

He wants to talk to Clooney now: Is she also a wizard? Why not tell him? Shouldn't he be famous in the wizarding world? Why is she in Slytherin? Why didn't she find him immediately and talk to him?

Questions instantly filled his mind.