Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Dumbledore was very good and always willing to rely on him - but that was not why he could ask for anything from him. If you want to perform magic during the holidays, you must stay at a gathering place for wizards. Dumbledore's home is indeed a very good place. But even during the holidays, Clooney still needs to obtain some information and process some immediate information by communicating with the outside world - but the delivery address cannot be either home or the manor, and of course - it cannot be Dumbledore's Home.

Fortunately, Professor Snape provided very useful information - the environment of Pointer Alley where his home is located is very bad, and people move out every day because they are unbearable - and then went to a nearby alley where the situation was not so bad. lane. She bought a very dilapidated small villa at a very low price - if someone else took it over, the municipal expenses for repairing and maintaining the landscape outside the house would be a lot of money.

But fortunately she has magic - and there is Snape nearby. With the help of Muggle expulsion spells and ordinary housework spells, as well as the elf Nini, the small villa including the grass outside the villa has been tidied up, and even the property has been tidied up. Transfer - she used Ms. Daphne's name to help buy the house directly under her own name.

"I finally have my own place." She fell on the thick gray bed and took a deep breath. "I'm really exhausted."

But the only answer was Mr. Black's big, shedding tail. His tail slipped into Crowney's mouth, staining the hair everywhere, and almost made Crowney choke.

"Although I agreed to live in Mr. Dumbledore's house this year." She patted her big bed with some regret, "But I really feel good now."

The cat yawned.

"Why didn't you react at all?" Clooney shook the fat cat, then buried his head in its belly, "I envy you!"

Unlike the impatient Clowney, Mr. Black didn't seem to care about anything. He still played with himself as usual, and even led Fawkes to torture the elderly Dumbledore.

If the two of them were at home together, disaster would befall them:

For example, sometimes Fox would grab Mr. Black's tail for no apparent reason, and then an angry Mr. Black would chase him on the ground. This beautiful big bird with wings will laugh and quack at this time, while jumping around on the ground with its feet raised. Sometimes it will walk like a human, but all in all, it looks a little bit weird at this time. It didn't look like a phoenix at all - more like a free-range chicken or duck - after all, Clowney had never heard the phoenix call like that.

Although there may be a little reason why she has never seen Phoenix before, and she has never seen anything else besides hearing about Fox.

Phoenix's IQ is high, but Mr. Black's revenge will always succeed.

For example, when Fox was resting on its trestle on a sycamore branch, Blake would sneak up on the big bird that seemed to be actually dozing, and then slap it hard from the trestle. , and then jumped under the table to hide.

It also secretly checks in on Fawkes as a bird gets mad at an empty cat spot - but it's a real fit - and even burns down the cloth Clooney gave Dumbledore last Christmas Small tea mat.

Maybe Fawkes is too boring, and Mr. Black is too bad--they sometimes kick Dumbledore's precious bone china mug into a ball--but of course, the initiator is always Fawkes. Blake pushed it over with his paw and then kicked it back with Fox's paw, which made the house always clang.

In the middle of the night, especially when Mr. Black didn't have to go out, they would parkour around the house, and Fawkes, who had been asleep most of the day, would make a fuss with him in Dumbledore's little room. Let out an ugly quacking laugh. This gave Dumbledore a headache.

In his words: "The elderly have little sleep time left."

He even caught the two little creatures and spanked them a few times, but it didn't seem to be very effective - they didn't look very afraid of him.

Just as he was thinking of him, a burst of sound pierced the air in Clooney's ears. She raised her head, and Dumbledore was standing beside her bed and smiled: "Wow, what a big room!"

"Yes, sir." She quickly climbed up from Blake's body and jumped to his side, "How do you feel?"

"If it weren't for the different size of the space -" he looked around, "I would have thought it was at Severus' house."

Most of this room is still gray, white and black, and even the furnishings in the living room are the color of Qing Yishui. This looks very similar to the private territory of Slytherin's cold snake king. Although there are many furry things in this house, such as soft carpets made of unknown wool, or bay window curtains made of lace patterns, or velvet blankets randomly thrown aside on the fabric sofa. This interior adds some softness to it, but this house is still a bit deserted for a young person.

Clooney understood Dumbledore's worry, she rubbed next to him, and then said in a coquettish tone: "After all, this is very convenient, and it looks very clean, right? It's also easy to clean, just use a house cleaner The curse can solve it. If there are too many furnishings, it will take more effort to get inside - and - I am still living at your place~"

If he only listened to what she said, Dumbledore would almost believe that she had escaped from those nightmares in the past - after all, she sounded really good now, and her words were very convincing. His wise eyes glanced at Clooney's collar: there was a blue pen fastened on the pocket of the navy blue suit jacket, which looked like a golden eagle brooch from a distance.

But sometimes some things cannot be pointed out directly. Dumbledore sighed again in his heart and changed the subject first: "Today we are having tomahawk steak!"

"Yes!" When the girl and the cat heard the word, their eyes lit up instantly, and then they cheered and formed a circle around him. Black even hooked his paws on Dumbledore's robe, looking like He will soon be begging for food.

"But that will have to wait until meal time." Dumbledore kindly freed Black's claws from his beloved robes and smoothed the place. "Mr. Black, don't be in such a hurry."

The cat made a very cute sound, and then rubbed against Dumbledore's feet. And the girl began to stare at him expectantly with her round cat eyes.

"Okay - okay -" Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry, "Coca-Cola has probably made dinner now."

He held the cat's plump butt with one hand and grabbed the wand with the other. As soon as Clooney put his hand on his arm, he started to cast the spell.

"And orange juice -" the last trace of the sound disappeared into the air with a distortion of the space. There was nothing left in this exquisite villa that seemed to have just become popular.

After a long time, a few owls flew into the hall with question marks on their heads, but it was dark inside and they couldn't see anyone. There were fresh corn kernels and whole grains on the dining table, and some plates were filled with freeze-dried mice—at a glance, you knew they were not for human consumption.

They whispered to each other, put the various packages they grabbed on the other side of the long table steadily, tasted some of their rewards, and then flew away again.

Among them was a big, round white bird that not only drank nearly half a bowl of water, but also took away more than half of the freeze-dried meat before leaving. The bird's beak was stuffed full of these pieces of meat - As for the other owls that had not yet left, they followed suit. Even the smallest horned owl had two more pink baby mice in its mouth.

But there are also those who disapprove of their behavior of walking around in circles without being able to eat.

Among these birds, one was exceptionally large. Its chest was well developed, and the long feathers on its head were like two flying eyebrows. Its big gray wings fluttered slightly, and the little horned owl fluttered and rolled on the table - causing it to Everything in his mouth fell out.

The little bird angrily complained about its behavior, but the big bird narrowed its eyes and stopped making noise as if a mute button was suddenly pressed. It just took the suckling rats into its mouth again - of course, there were three of them this time, and then they flew away as if they were running away.

After all the birds left, the big bird seemed to have returned to its own territory. It inspected its surroundings and then stood on a wooden frame next to the sofa - it seemed that this wooden frame The rack was made specifically for his use.

As soon as it stood up, a small light next to it automatically turned on. He shouted dissatisfiedly at that place, and the light disappeared again.

Night is an owl's playground, and this deserted interior is not a good place to be.

It smoothed the feathers on its side, placed a letter without any address next to the wooden shelf, and then flew away again.

His silver anklet was engraved with a line of words in beautiful cursive script, which read: Wilson.