Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Snape was actually far less angry than he looked. Clooney Albert was already in his third year, and he knew the level of magic very well. At least there was no problem in fighting the trolls. But Snape was very tired of seeing her in such dangerous situations - it made him feel inexplicably out of control.

The figure Harry saw in the corridor was that of Snape. He was ordered by Dumbledore to observe Quirrell's behavior at all times. While everyone was evacuating the auditorium, Quirrell actually woke up and was sneaky. Climb up the stairs.

He followed Quirrell's sneaky figure to a trap door, and then Quirrell jumped to the forbidden door.

"What are you doing? Quirrell?" Snape stared unkindly at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher whose personality had changed drastically. His voice suddenly rang out in the silence, startling Quirrell, "You What are you doing here?”

"S-S-S-S-Flus!" Quirrell had already walked in. He turned his head in a panic when he heard the words, and then stumbled back, "I'm worried - someone sneaked in, so Wanna go-go-go-check it out.”

He answered in a panic while retreating in panic, but he entered the attack range of the animal guarding this forbidden place - it was a three-headed dog. He was huge, with just one head and the body of a man. So long, when he saw the intruder, he roared angrily, and then he was about to rush up and give Quirrell a hard bite.

"Idiot!" Snape forcefully pulled Quirrell back to save him from the big dog's mouth, but the big dog's left head was particularly keen on staring at him. That head tilted slightly, Just about to reach him, the bloody mouth was aimed at his throat with the unique smell of dogs. Before he could react, the big dog flew out as if it was hit against a wall, and then let out a scream of pain.

Snape hurriedly pulled Quirrell out of this place. The "Albert's gadget" that he had confiscated earlier in his pocket was burning fiercely. He took out the small square, and the golden body of the small square looked dim. Empty.

He was silent for a moment, and then pulled Quirrell towards the underground classroom. As soon as they reached the corridor on the first floor, they heard a very violent vibration and the moaning of the troll, and the figure of Professor McGonagall emerged from their He quickly passed by and moved quickly towards the source of the sound. Then he saw everyone who owned that gadget standing blankly next to the giant monster, staring at him with guilty eyes——

It wasn't until everyone had left that she slowly followed Snape back to the Potions Master's office. No one of them spoke first.

Albert consciously stood in the corner and thought about it, but fortunately Snape seemed to have no intention of mentioning it. He summoned two house elves, familiar ones to her, who greeted her quietly and then disappeared without a trace.

"Eat."

As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Clooney knew that she was safe. They had a very tacit understanding not to mention the previous conflict, and after dinner, she had to stay in the office to help - because she didn't bring anything today. They stayed in silence like this until curfew time, and Snape sent her back again. And after that day, Snape actually let the matter end like this - they were still as usual, occasionally talking, and most of the time they were doing their own things (well, dealing with medicinal materials as well) It belongs to Clooney's "own business"). In a small part of the time, the compassionate professor will occasionally guide Clooney in learning magic. Clooney still went to the Potions Master's office every day for confinement - living under Snape's control every day.

Soon, the annual Academy Cup will start again. Clooney originally planned not to attend the Quidditch game this year, but this year Harry made an exception and became the Seeker, so she had no choice but to continue to watch the game and cheer him on.

On the day of the match, Harry showed up early in the dining room—he was not usually that early—and Claudine never encountered him at the table, at least in the morning. Clooney saw him sitting in that position tremblingly, with his eyes blankly using the knife and fork in his hand to crazily abuse a piece of meat pie. The meat filling inside had been cut to pieces, but he didn't do anything at all. means to stop. This was not the case in the Weasley brothers' first game - they always looked full of energy and were making jokes before taking the field - although this cannot be ruled out because Charlie was still on the Gryffindor Quidditch team at that time. Because of being a captain.

In order to make Harry feel better, she had to wait until Harry finished eating, secretly pulled him aside, and talked to him for a long time - at such a sensitive moment, she thought she should not be so harsh. It's good to cheer for the players from the rival academy.

By nearly eleven o'clock, the Quidditch pitch was already full of people. The weather didn't get much hotter at noon in autumn, so Clooney wrapped herself in a thick cloak early. The thinly-clad little snakes around her couldn't help but move closer to her, trying to share a little warmth in this way.

Clooney had no choice but to wrap Hellas and Emilia together in this huge cloak - it was a bit too exaggerated to apply a warming spell in this weather.

She leaned against her roommates and stared at the sky above the pitch - she also wanted to play Quidditch - and the Weasley brothers waved vigorously at her between games, but they were The Quidditch captain gave him two hard blows. Harry was hit so hard by a senior Slytherin during the game that he almost fell off. Clowney was brainwashed by the senior's name after Jordan repeated it again and again. The name "Flint" had been spinning in her head for some time.

Harry seemed to be even more unlucky than Claudine at this time, because since he was hit by Flint, everyone could see that there seemed to be a big problem with his broom: it suddenly became unstable. Too obedient, or don't like him very much - this broom keeps floating in the air, swooping left and right, and shaking violently up and down from time to time - this makes him look like he is riding an untamed broom. The mustang…

Just when Clooney was happy that he had found the perfect description for the broom's behavior, the crazy broom suddenly began to twist more crazily, throwing Harry off it - but luckily he only used one His hand grabbed the broom handle, and his whole body was suspended in the air. The Weasleys tried to pull Harry off the broom, but every time they got close to him, the broom shot up.

Just when everyone thought that Gryffindor's savior's first battle would end with him falling off the broom, his broom healed again and became extremely obedient. Harry quickly caught up with the Golden Snitch. Then he swallowed it in one gulp, and finally spit it out. The Gryffindor seats erupted in cheers: they hadn't won a game in a long time.

Slytherin looked gloomy, and even Snape's face turned darker. Clooney looked desperately into the classroom bleachers and saw Snape's displeased face as expected. The Quidditch match was on the weekend, which meant that soon Clowney would be the only one to face Snape's wrath.

She didn't even dare to meet her Gryffindor friends. After saying goodbye to her roommates, she obediently made tea and water before Snape arrived in his office, and diligently cleaned the office. , and then quietly began to help Snape deal with his teaching aids for next week.

As soon as Snape returned to his territory, the girl swam away from her sea of ​​books. She immediately raised her head and asked eagerly: "Are you back? Professor?"

"If the two shiny balls on your head hadn't lost their function," he replied coldly, "you wouldn't be asking this question."

"You have tea -" She handed the warm tea to Snape's hand. The cold potions professor was about to get angry, but he poured it into the teapot: Miss Albert didn't put those strange things in the teapot today. The sweet and greasy toppings are simply soaked chrysanthemums without any seasoning.

He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he picked up the paper he wanted to correct and started flipping through it quickly. Clooney glanced at it secretly. Almost every article was marked P by him, and there were even a few T's! ! Her mouth opened in despair - because she saw her paper! ! !

Snape finally found an excuse to spray venom. He grabbed her paper and hissed: "Do you think your writing is good? Why didn't you quote the analysis of the potion theory books I told you about? Didn’t you bring the calculation? What about the universal antidote to the undetectable poison? Why didn’t you include it?”

Crowney's mouth opened wide: "Professor, this is a third-grade paper! And you only ask for a roll of parchment!"

"It's always me who's unlucky!" Clooney screamed hard in her heart. She felt that she had really encountered a disaster. "Everything he said was NEWT!!!!!!"

"Rewrite. Five rolls of parchment - I told you my thesis requirements before." Snape threw her thesis over sinisterly, "It just so happens that you have nothing to do."

He wasn't satisfied yet, so he even threw the papers of a dozen other first-year students next to her: "Before tomorrow, I want to see your rework and correction results."

"Okay! Okay!" Clooney made an exaggerated grimace at Snape's pacing back. He turned his head abruptly as if he had found out something, and only saw Clooney's sneer face.

"Is there anything else you can do, Professor?" she asked obediently.

Snape didn't give her another look. He didn't say a word. He turned around and walked back to his seat. He picked up the pen and continued to write down cruel words one after another on the papers of his classmates. Approval.