Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

After another muddled divination class, Clooney went alone to the open space by the big lake near the Forbidden Forest where he went most often: Today Helles and Emilia were going to prepare to meet Emilia's brother, Senior Waller's meeting. Emilia's brother's brother is a typical Ravenclaw, but even so, the Frey family still wants to plan for them to meet before graduation-perhaps for some other purpose.

"Everyone is very busy." She sighed and walked out of the castle slowly. "If it weren't for learning the crystal ball, I would really want to drop this course."

In Clooney's view, the daily routine of divination classes consists of gods cursing themselves or the person they are cursing. Ever since she mastered sentences such as "I will face a bloody disaster next", "I will be faced with dark clouds next", and "I will die from something related to flying next", that god Taotao's professor had a huge change in her opinion and thought that she was still a promising talent in divination. What she learned in the divination class was completely inconsistent with the ordinary images of the Muggle world and had very strong negative effects. She didn't learn anything other than the interpretation of emotions, and even then she still needed to use a time-turner to meet the requirements - this course collided with the ancient runes course. In order to ensure that her mood is not affected, she usually takes the rune class first and then takes the divination class. This made her feel a little irritated every morning when she bumped into classes like this.

She sighed deeply again.

Fortunately, the weather today was good and sunny, and Clooney even saw a few aquatic little devils trying to climb ashore. She screamed at them, and then scared them until they were left with their flailing feet stuck on the shore.

"Hahahahahaha!" She laughed evilly, "You can't go ashore! Little guys!"

By the time she reached her own territory (which she claimed as her own), there was a green hood lying suddenly in the middle of the clearing - he didn't even dare to get close to the big lake, and seemed to be afraid of the bearded beast inside. Hearing her footsteps approaching, the figure raised its head buried in his arms, revealing two red eyes.

"Rozier." Indifference quickly appeared on her face, "What's the reason you came to see me?"

"No!" He replied hoarsely, and buried his head in the ground again.

Clooney felt extremely troubled - because of those bad experiences last year, she also had a very bad impression of Rozier, even though he looked fragile now, as if he was specifically seeking her help - but she Can't think of any reason why he could come to her. After all, he seemed aloof, looking down on both her and her friends.

Although Rozier now looked like an abandoned dog soaked in the rain, his previous barking could not disappear from her head.

"Oh." She answered him condescendingly, and then lay down far away by the lake - if Rozier hadn't come today, she had originally planned to go in for a swim.

Rozier looked sad and angry. After hearing her response, he immediately raised his head and tried to crawl to the lakeside on both hands and feet, but he was also afraid of the big octopus with its tentacles exposed, which seemed to be in a dilemma.

His appearance made Clooney hate him even more. Just as she was about to speak out and drive him away, a sentence from a foreign country appeared in front of her eyes: "Bao Shuya is a man who is honest and upright; he does not regard himself as himself." You are no better than others; once you hear someone's fault, you will never forget it for the rest of your life." Uncle Bao's teeth must not be used as a match.

So she swallowed back the words she was about to say. She hopes that the people around her are affectionate, strong, upright and upright, but as said in that foreign ancient book, not everyone is perfect - even she herself is the same, everyone is perfect. There are flaws and annoying things - but that doesn't mean that the annoying things can't be changed, or that the annoying person has no redeeming qualities.

Green's attitude towards such people is also the same - if she has more plans, she needs to do a better job of using people with different temperaments where they are needed.

Well, if she were to start a formal conversation again - to let her see what kind of person Rozier really is - this shouldn't be her attitude.

First of all, the two sides cannot be led into a state of confrontation. Although she still can't let go of her past resentment and treat her like a normal classmate, there is always something she can do now.

She took a deep breath, took out a silver-edged handkerchief from her pocket, stepped forward and put it into Rozier's hand: "Okay, sit down and wipe your face."

She thought that if Rozier continued to treat her in the same state after she softened his attitude with mercy, she would send him a curse--to make him even more miserable.

But Rozier just took the handkerchief in surprise, and then hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face.

"There must be a reason why you came to me like this." She said calmly, "I can't think of a reason why you came to me, Rozier. What is the reason why you came to me this time? - If it is the previous topic , we have nothing to talk about.”

"I just want to know." He swallowed, looking like he was about to cry again, "I just want to know why."

"Why?" she asked patiently, "What do you want to know?"

"Why - they don't want to be friends with me?" Rozier said dullly while burying his face in a handkerchief, "I know I look very inferior like this - but I can't think of anything else. Someone who can talk.”

"How come you don't have any friends?" She frowned, "Where are those people who formed cliques with you before?"

"They all ran away!" he shouted angrily, "They were scared out of their wits by you!"

"Then according to what you say, you are quite brave?" She laughed, "At least you dare to come to me. Aren't you scared out of your wits by me?"

Rozier avoided talking about it. After that incident, nearly half a week later, someone stuffed the antidote into his pocket - he didn't even know when it was there, and there was a sticker on it. clothing label. Although he was still filled with hatred at the time, some inexplicable emotions arose in him after seeing the antidote. He had long understood that these people were a mob, but he did not expect that their group would break up and leave just because of a "small" blow from Albert. But it was still possible to maintain that plain appearance, until this year - the only son of the Malfoy family came to school.

He stole all the attention with his starry attitude.

"I just don't understand." He repeated, "For example, you, you can make friends with the stupid Hufflepuffs and the poor Weasleys."

"Even Wilson is on your side, and you're obviously a - Muggleborn."

"And Malfoy, when he arrived at school everyone got on the pole to get to know him!"

Now, Rozier has finally learned to control his mouth in front of her - which means that he is not so hopeless. Whether he was afraid of her wand or trying to save himself from losing a unique opportunity to talk, this was a good sign.

"Then why do you still want to come and talk to me? Rozier?" She felt a little funny. "You look down on my so-called blood and you want to ask for my help. How can there be such a good thing?"