Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The heavy rain came without warning, washing away the smell of blood on the ground and dissipating the heat of many days. Summer in the UK is rainy, but under such a background, one can't help but wonder whether there is some hidden mercy from an unknown god.

In the next two days, the girl would wake up briefly from time to time, but she never said a complete sentence. She would either hold Sylvan, who had not gone out to hunt, and cry heartbrokenly, or she would hug Bain. I sobbed hard on my neck and fell asleep again.

People always look particularly vulnerable when they cry. For some people with superior appearance, this is an invincible weapon. It seems that it’s because she’s been crying a lot these days, and now Clooney’s eyes are not red at all after crying. It’s even hard for you to tell what she’s thinking from her state.

She ate nothing, just drank water, and even occasionally raised her wand to point at herself - but Bain held her down hard.

What she didn't know was that besides Bain and Sylvan, her roommates were also extremely anxious. Since that day, Clowney suddenly disappeared—not even attending the year-end party. Although she had left a note, it didn't make Hellas really feel relieved - she was really worried that something big would happen to Clooney, so she went to see Snape after the year-end party. .

But unexpectedly, Snape just nodded to show that he understood, and then sent her back: "I know about this, don't worry, just go back."

Even at this year's year-end meeting, Slytherin lost the House Cup for seven consecutive years, but it didn't make Hellas so sad - she felt that she was the only one who knew nothing. But after she saw a few familiar figures looking back and forth in front of the dungeon, her annoyance eased a little.

"She hasn't been feeling well lately." Helles said to a group of students from various colleges who came to see Claudio. "She's at Professor Snape's place."

No one wanted to disturb Snape at this juncture - so everyone dispersed upon hearing the answer.

When Clooney woke up again, what he saw was not the familiar top of the cave or Bain's familiar face, but Dumbledore's concerned gaze and the familiar, warm-colored wooden ceiling.

"Lenny." Dumbledore sat on the edge of the bed, his soft eyes looking at her, "Do you feel better?"

Clooney felt that she was extremely tired. It was like she had had a ridiculous and unconscious dream these past few days. She felt as if she was not in this world at this moment, and her soul had drifted to nowhere. went. She had no energy at all, and she had no desire to speak.

Dumbledore touched the side of her face, and then helped her pull the blanket up: "Don't worry, you are at my house now - Mr. Bain was worried about your physical condition - so he finally contacted us."

"No matter what, you can't skip eating." He said, "Don't punish yourself with other people's mistakes."

"Of course, I'm talking about Voldemort."

Those eyes full of wisdom looked at Clooney softly, full of care and tolerance. The girl stretched out her hand from the blanket and held Dumbledore tightly: "I hate him."

"The days are mourning, and I wish to die with them."

Her friends and professors in the Forbidden Forest generously gave her three days to buffer her emotions and organize her thoughts. The moment she laid eyes on Dumbledore, she knew the time she had given herself was over.

"I want to—become stronger—" the old man's weak hand was tightly grasped, "I want him to die."

"He will fail." Dumbledore fed her saliva, "I'm here."

"Voldemort is coming back." The girl stated her thoughts quietly, "I can't go home directly in the future."

"If something happens to my family, I will definitely go crazy, sir." She tugged on Dumbledore's sleeve, "I can no longer reveal anything related to my family. Including the location."

"I understand your concerns, if you don't mind." Dumbledore said, "I will teach you whatever you want to learn, okay?"

"I forgot to congratulate you. You still ranked first in your grade this year." He touched her hair. This time, Clooney did not avoid it. Instead, she rubbed his palm obediently. "Professor Snape and I said, if you want to take your academic exams with Muggles, I can send you there. During the holidays, if you don’t mind, you can stay at my house, just here—"

He patted the stall and sheets covered with stars and moons: "I was ready when you came last time."

"Thank you, sir." She hugged Dumbledore's arm, "Thank you."

She was really afraid of losing anything again. In her smooth years, there had never been such a character who used such strong methods to take away something she cared about so much - in just one year, she lost one after another. Losing two of the objects of her deep love almost drove her crazy. Her self-blame is deepening with the tolerance of her friends, but the flame of hatred is getting stronger and stronger - if she was only worried about Voldemort's threat at the beginning, then his series of actions over the past year are obviously a declaration of war - She wasn't worried about any threats at all - she was just worried that she wasn't strong enough, that she wouldn't be able to make Voldemort suffer in a possible confrontation.

No matter what, she had to bite off a piece of flesh from this despicable and shameless villain. It was best to let him die painfully and tortured. Only in this way could her wounds be healed a little. heart.

"Don't just let hatred consume you." Dumbledore held her cheeks with both hands and stared at her seriously. "Besides, you also have a wonderful life. What we hope to do is to prevent tragedies from continuing. Do it all over again while moving your life forward and get to where you want to be.”

"Do you still remember what you wanted at the beginning?" Dumbledore said tolerantly and kindly, "Do you remember what you wanted most at the beginning?"

Clooney thought of a lot of things, but she sadly found that she couldn't think of anything. When she first became conscious, she just wanted the noseless nightmare to stay away from her. When she first entered the magical world, she hoped to be able to beat the noseless monster away through magic. After the fight with Baker, what she wanted was for this discriminatory thought to disappear, thus indirectly discovering the truth about Voldemort. Later, after meeting Green, this fear turned into an ideal of hoping to rule, but Green died. Later, when the pain gradually engulfed her, all she wanted was to become stronger.

Before this, her life had been too smooth. You can learn anything at a glance, and many things are at your fingertips. Her parents often answer questions for her. She only needs to continue to enjoy her life and continue to do things that make her happy and make her have a bright future. That is enough. She didn't think about the undercurrents or the struggle for power. She just wanted to give back to those who gave her kindness and love.

All of this - was ruined by Voldemort.

She stared speechless into Dumbledore's eyes.

But she didn't expect that Dumbledore had listened to her inner narration and was troubled by the seeds of hatred left by Voldemort in her heart.