Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The reaction of everyone in the teahouse made Crowney sit on pins and needles. She felt like a small animal locked up in a zoo for people to watch - the kind that tourists were allowed to pet. Some adult wizards who were overflowing with sympathy had already sat down with them. The person opposite her was ready to move.

"Madam, I want to pack, can I?" Claudine asked politely.

If you don't eat it, you won't get it for nothing. Since you have already spent galleons, why not enjoy it? Crowney's good upbringing prevents her from being cruel to ignorant food even when she is angry. By the time she re-entered the grounds of Hogwarts, she could no longer hold anything else in her hands.

By the time Clowney returned to school, the Quidditch match was long over. She called her roommates to share these hard-won delicacies and had a picnic directly by the big lake.

"Ah, I know this!" Amelia said in surprise, "desserts from Mrs. Pettyfer's teahouse! Right!"

"Yes..." Crowney nodded.

"It's still the most expensive one! Oh my god!" Amelia looked very happy, "I wanted to eat it last time, but my brother didn't buy it for me!"

Clooney felt a little embarrassed. She knew that these foods were valuable, but she didn't expect them to be so expensive. But Helles didn't care about this at all. She kept leaning against Clooney and sniffing like a puppy.

"I don't know why -" she frowned as she smelled it, "I always feel that besides the sweet and greasy smell, you also have a strange - somewhat uncomfortable smell -"

She even picked up her handkerchief and started to wipe behind Crowney's ears and neck: "You won't have anything bad stuck on it, will you?"

Clooney was extremely tickled by her, and the familiar touch made her couldn't help laughing: "Where is it! Maybe it's just because of the dessert shop!"

"Maybe." Hellas shrugged and sat back in her seat, "Gryffindor wins again-"

"I'm going to be in trouble again -" Clooney relaxed and lay down straight on the picnic mat, "How great it would be if the Quidditch game was held during the workday!"

"But on weekdays, you can't sneak away to Hogsmeade -" Emilia took her favorite "high-end goods" and ate them with relish, "Don't worry, Lenny, Snape The professor will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"Maybe." Clooney closed his eyes, "Who knows-"

Even though Clooney tried hard to maintain Snape's remaining image outside the house, she was still exposed to Snape's wrath that night. He didn't even want to correct his homework anymore. He moved all the papers from the first to third grade directly to his desk, and then stared at Clooney as he corrected them one by one. This made Clooney feel extremely painful: some children's grammar was not very good, and they even had many grammatical errors, and even Snape asked her to help them correct them.

"Shouldn't we be in Potions class, Professor?" She tried to use coquettishness to call back Snape's conscience, which he didn't know existed. "Wouldn't it be nice to just point out that their argument or specific content is wrong?"

"This is a kind of exercise, Albert." Snape was indifferent. He leaned lazily by the table, as if seeing her collapse like this could make him feel better, "The paper is the best." The important thing is grammar, if you want to publish a paper on potions research - how can you not master this skillfully?"

Clooney had already guessed that this would be the result - even though Snape knew that she had further studied grammar in the Muggle world, he still chose to use this clumsy way! excuses to oppress her.

"Damn it!" He bit the edge of the mug viciously, trying to vent his dissatisfaction in this way.

"Hurry up and write—" Snape grabbed the flesh of her cheeks and squeezed her face into a very ugly shape, "Don't try to be lazy—"

"Yes Yes--"

The next few weeks were not going well for Snape. He often looked anxious and irritable, and even tried to push the senior students' papers to Claudine after she had already taken over the correction of his own papers for this year: "These are the content of the potions advanced class—— Professor—I haven’t taken it yet!”

Snape glared at her for a long time because of this statement, but in the end he didn't force it.

And because of some of the things Zoe revealed, Clooney didn't dare to try to get in front of Quirrell anymore - she felt that Quirrell might really hate her, so she gave her a mask with a hook attached to it. A "little gift" of dark magic that affects her emotions, even if she can't find a reason why Quirrell hates her, it is what it is.

But Quirrell helped her a lot, and they had a very happy time, which made Claudia sometimes couldn't help but care about his situation when she met him - he looked so bad, his face became more and more pale. The paler it becomes, and it's not the kind of healthy white, but the kind of sickly white with a hint of cyan. And his body is getting thinner and thinner - especially like the drug addicts that Mr. Claude saw when Mr. Claude took her to a drug rehabilitation center when she was a child.

So Clooney couldn't help but visit Dumbledore one weekend. For fear of affecting Quirrell's personal image with Dumbledore, she also deliberately concealed the small gift he gave her.

"Sir, do you think something really bad happened to him?" Clooney rubbed himself next to Dumbledore worriedly. "I feel like he seems to be addicted to potions now." Like--I know that some potions can bring great pleasure to people, but they can also damage the nerves--"

The more it looks like to Crowney, the more similar it seems to him. Some addictive potions have this function. If Professor Quirrell has contracted this bad habit due to other reasons during his travels - and then his brain has also been affected by this kind of bad habit. If the drugs were damaging it - then there would be a definite answer to his stammering and inexplicable behavior.

"He's so weird after all," she said, "but I can't say this kind of thing well - can you talk to him or help him?"

"Professor Quirrell will be very happy if he knows that you care about him like this, Lenny." Dumbledore gently stroked her long, silky hair, "I have known about this for a long time and have talked about it with him. . He is not addicted to potions, he just encountered some minor problems."

Clooney felt inexplicably that Dumbledore looked a little sad now.

"He is sick." The old man said in a low voice. "We can't help him. This is an incurable disease."

"Can't even Professor Snape do anything?"

"No." Dumbledore couldn't help but touch the top of her head again, "So he may not be in a good mood - no one can bear to watch themselves slide towards death. Lenny."

"Then I understand him." Clooney felt a little sad. She was thinking about all Professor Quirrell's previous actions. Maybe he was just facing this inevitable fact - unable to accept it.

"But he doesn't know it," said Dumbledore. "He still wants to try."

"Then can't we figure it out together?"

"You'd better not discuss this topic with him, my girl." Dumbledore looked serious on this matter, "You have no way of knowing what a terminally ill person might do in desperation. . Moreover, you have to let him maintain the most basic dignity——"

Crowney nodded, feeling that she had forgiven Quirrell for his behavior. Regardless of some of his practices this semester, Quirrell is a good teacher: "I know the professor, and I will not actively disturb or influence him anymore."

Although she answered Dumbledore like this, she still quietly sent some small gifts to Quirrell from time to time. Sometimes it's a few bags of light tea, sometimes it's her favorite honey candy, and sometimes it's her new little invention. She thinks this might make Quirrell feel that there are still people in this world. caring about him.

Ron seems to have discovered this recently, and Claudio has never discovered that he has such a careful side before - he has recently begun to persuade other people to stop laughing at Quirrell's stuttering. Clooney felt extremely moved - the naughty Gryffindors and Slytherins have a common language on this matter, although they sometimes seem to be incompatible on the surface - but they all particularly like evil. Trick other people. Clooney can only restrain the people around him, but he can't say anything to people he doesn't know well. Ron can understand Quirrell's difficulties and be very empathetic to stop these people's gossip, which makes Clooney changed his mind so much that she even gave him a lot of her favorite chocolates.

"You are such a good boy!" When he gave these snacks to Ron, he still looked baffled, "You did a great job!"

But Ron didn't seem to see how important what he did was. He just accepted the gift with joy and confusion at the same time - which made Clooney like him even more - people were unaware of their good deeds. , which further proves how kind and righteous they are.