Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Early the next morning, Clooney met Dumbledore on the way to his usual morning exercise. He stood upright, looking like a stiff street tree.

The morning approaching summer seems clear and cool, and the surrounding area seems to be plunged into a cold white color before the sun rises - this is a rare sunny day!

But Dumbledore didn't seem willing to enjoy the weather at all. His face looked gloomy, his eyes were dark, and he looked like he might not have slept all night. Clooney originally guessed that he came out to relax because he couldn't sleep. When she was about to say hello to him, Dumbledore spoke first.

"Lenny." There was obvious sadness on his face, "Come here for a moment."

"Are you okay, sir?" She stopped her hurried pace and walked to Dumbledore's side with her hands on her hips while panting heavily. She was still out of breath after the strenuous exercise.

"What happened?"

"Oh, maybe it's not easy for me to talk to you here." He turned his head in the direction of the castle, "If you don't mind, can you come to the principal's office?"

Is there anything that Dumbledore needs to come and tell her in person? Clooney couldn't understand, but she nodded and followed Dumbledore into the castle.

It was extremely quiet in the castle in the early morning, and most of the portraits that occasionally made noise in the middle of the night were catching up on their sleep at this time. Some of the portraits who were not resting were looking at the old man and the young man gossiping, trying to hear some interesting things that could be used as conversation topics.

Occasionally, there were people running around in the castle, either Ravenclaws rushing to and fro with books in their arms, or senior students thinking about their future. There was no one else.

Whenever Clooney sees this scene, he wants to laugh: Slytherin and Gryffindor are really similar in some places, just like most Slytherins don't want to do it in the early days, Gryffindor They don't want their good time to be interrupted by alarm clocks - or maybe they all flout the rules and will not be able to get out of bed after a night out.

They passed through the ugly but interesting stone animal statues, the spiral staircase, and arrived at the warm office. The difference in temperature between indoors and outdoors was obvious, but this kind of warmth was a bit unbearable for her after exercising. She was just about to do something about it, when Dumbledore waved his hand, and the stickiness and humidity on her body The heat was washed away by a breeze.

"Oh! Thank you! Sir!" She shook her collar and naturally floated to the seat behind her to sit down. A glass filled with cold water floated thoughtfully in front of her eyes. She took the water glass with a small daisy pattern printed on it, "It's so cool!"

The early morning did not make Dumbledore's mental state look better. In fact, he looked a little worse - dark circles under his eyes loomed on his slightly older face, and his tired state looked like - as if he had not slept all night. of.

"Maybe he has something important to tell me." Seeing Dumbledore's serious state that never relaxed, Clowney couldn't help but think.

She arranged her thoughts and clothes, closed her spread legs, straightened her body that was slumped on the stool, and then sat up. After she sat upright, she stretched her body forward slightly and tilted her head to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting on his favorite beautiful throne with a serious face.

"Lenny." He trembled his lips, as if the next words were too difficult for him to say.

"Yes, sir." Crowney nodded.

"I'm sorry. But I think you will know the truth of this matter sooner or later." The grief on Dumbledore's face became more obvious, and his blue eyes became a little gray. "So I decided to do it now. Tell you directly."

What exactly happened - Dumbledore's seriousness came without any warning. The final exam had just ended. Could it be that something happened to her exam paper this time? If that's the case, then she won't be doomed when school starts in the second half of the year——

"Quirinas is dead."

"What?" Clooney felt as if there was something wrong with her ears. She repeated her question again uncertainly, "What did you say?"

"Quirinas is dead, boy."

Dumbledore subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the top of Clooney's head, but at this time her neck became extremely flexible. She pushed her head forward and avoided Dumbledore's hand.

Her big round eyes stared at him unblinkingly, like a cat that didn't want to be petted.

"How is this possible?" Clooney thought this was really baffling. Not long after the exam, Professor Quirrell had proctored her History of Magic exam a few days ago. During this period, she had not heard of any Quirrell. News of hospitalization or deterioration of condition, this sudden notification sounds really ridiculous!

"It's Voldemort. Quirrell allowed Voldemort to invade his brain and parasitize his body - he and Voldemort reached a symbiotic relationship."

"Last night, when he wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone to create the elixir of immortality, he was bravely stopped by Harry - Voldemort wanted to kill Harry, but Harry had the protective spell from his mother. Protected him, thus killing Quirinus. Then Voldemort fled, leaving Quirinus behind."

Clooney felt that her head had become a mess. Dumbledore's few words contained too many facts that she could not accept for a while.

"Voldemort?" Clooney just repeated the name again, "He was in Hogwarts before?"

Dumbledore looked at her worriedly: "He is just a remnant soul and has no life, so he can only seek to return in this way."

"so?"

She asked blankly: "What does this have to do with Professor Quirrell?"

It seemed that she couldn't figure it out for a while. Dumbledore was worried that she would go berserk again and cause what happened during the holidays. But she looked particularly calm this time.

At this time, he hoped that she would cry or make a fuss, or hold him as before, hoping to seek some comfort from him - he could give her these. He also understood this kind and sensitive girl's love and worry for Quirrell. But the sad thing is that this kind of love may not be entrusted to others - or maybe - there was a time when Quirrell wanted to turn back from his own way - but it was too late.

Everyone needs to be responsible for their own choices. Quirrell's impulsiveness caused irreparable consequences. Dumbledore had discovered it long ago, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Symbiotic relationships not only share life, but can even reduce the physical health and lifespan of the host, and this is almost irreversible. He tried every means but could not think of how to pull Quirrell out of the quagmire - even though during this period Quirrell did countless things that would make people aware of his abnormality - but even if he did, Dumbledore would not be able to pull him out of the quagmire. can not do this.

Quirrell may not realize this, but Voldemort has long since. If he succeeds this time, all that awaits Quirrell is death, and there is no other possibility. Voldemort would not be willing to expend energy to save a slave that had outlived its usefulness.

Perhaps everyone was waiting for his death, waiting for him to step into the burial pit with no way back.

Dumbledore stared at the dazed girl in front of him.