Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

What Dumbledore saw when he came back was this scene: the girl was standing quietly boiling the potion, while their Potions Professor was lying relaxed on his sofa, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Upon hearing the sound of his coming, the girl's head moved back very quickly, but then quickly turned back to its original position.

In the room where the temperature was still moderate, it was quiet except for Snape's slight breathing and the gurgling sounds of the cauldrons.

"Why are you so quiet today?" Dumbledore didn't see the girl's expression clearly. He walked next to her with a smile, "You're not angry, are you? My little girl?"

She still didn't speak.

Dumbledore poked his head in front of the cauldron thoughtfully - the girl had no mouth on her face. He clicked that spot with his wand, and she took a deep breath, and then let out a very loud roar: "Ah!"

Snape's eyes opened briefly and then closed again.

"It's him! Sir!" she shouted. "It's Professor Snape!"

The movements of her hands were very fast. The girl skillfully cooled down the freshly baked potion, and then poured it into different bottles - it seemed that she was just watching the potion being heated. Then she pulled Dumbledore's suit very hard - he was wearing a very handsome purple suit and a bright yellow tie today: "You have to make the decision for me!"

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore could only see her image clearly now. He suppressed a smile and squeezed out a question through his teeth, "Shouldn't your professor be teaching you Apparition today?"

At this moment, the girl seemed to suddenly remember something, and she covered her forehead with her hands, looking like tears of anger were about to flow out: "Damn it! I thought at least the professor wouldn't bear to let his beloved disciple Shame!"

She shouted loudly, while unconsciously glancing at the man who was sleeping: "My hair!!!"

"It seems that you have a good day today." Dumbledore was almost speechless by her teasing, "You should have a good time."

"Albert." The gloomy Slytherin Dean seemed to blend into the background. "If your head is not filled with splendens, don't bother your poor like a noisy evil bird. A rare leisure time for an old professor."

With a flick of his wand, a bottle of potion flew from his medicine shelf: it was a hair restorer.

"I knew it!" She laughed through her tears and drank it in one gulp. As expected of a potion produced by Snape, it took effect very quickly. Her hair grew wildly and then reached the floor.

It looks like shiny black satin - Dumbledore marveled. Her nearly bald forehead was now covered with new hair.

"What should we do now?" she asked dazedly, "are we going to the barber shop?"

"Let's go then?" Dumbledore tried to help tie up her hair, but it didn't seem to work very well - there were too many of them.

"Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him inquiringly. With a stroke of the man's wand, Claudine's hair was cut off from her waist.

"If you want to attract attention - of course I don't mind if you go out like this, but I think the Ministry of Magic may have something new to do."

He looked at the awkward smiling faces of the old and the young, and waved his hands at them: "I won't send you off."

"Forget what you just saw!" Clowney whispered while holding Dumbledore's hand, "Forget it!"

"This may not work -" Dumbledore responded quietly to her, "It's so cute after all -"

"Not at all!" Their whispers disappeared into the air with a crackling sound.

Snape stretched, stood up and looked around at Albert's finished products - they were all pretty good, so he yawned again and walked to his bedroom - he hadn't rested like this for a long time - - Now that there is still some lingering aftertaste of relaxation, he wants to try again to see if he can get a good night's sleep. (At the same time, two people just left the house. Clooney: "Sir! My wand is still with the professor!" Dumbledore: "Let's decide next time.")

On the other side, in the peaceful Surrey County that was different from the messy Pointer Lane, Harry lived a terrible life that was completely different from Snape: Harry had a very bad holiday. He even felt that he was separated from such a capricious world.

Everyone is looking forward to the holidays, but he is always looking forward to the start of school. He is a famous savior in the wizarding world, but he is also a helpless and unpopular wretch. And as a wizard, he couldn't use magic during his holidays. This holiday, he and his owl were firmly detained together - his spell book, wand, robe, cauldron and the most advanced broomstick Nimbus 2000 were also locked into the storage room by his uncle - And if it weren't for his aunt and uncle not knowing that he couldn't perform magic outside of school, perhaps his fate would have been the same as the items brought back from the magical world.

Those days at Hogwarts were like illusory bubbles floating on a potion that could burst as soon as you popped them. Thinking of this, he seemed to be soaked in heating ice water, hot and cold - the days back home were tantamount to torture for him (but Harry didn't think this place could be called " Home".)

"Think about it!" Aunt Petunia's voice was particularly sharp, with a strange schadenfreude in it, "If your Miss Albert knew that you were a freak - you went to a school full of freaks! "

"So what!" he shouted, "Then she likes me too!"

"Who would like a freak?" Uncle Vernon sneered from the side and raised his head from the newspaper. "Do you think superior people like them - can tolerate a freak like you?"

Then they both laughed together.

But Harry wasn't worried about this at all: he and Miss Albert shared a common secret - these stupid ordinary Muggles didn't understand the mysteries of magic at all, and they didn't know Clooney's secret. This secret was shared by him and Clooney alone - except for Harry, no one else in the Muggle world knew that the famous and excellent Miss Albert was actually studying in a distant magic school and doing well. .

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh - because he felt that his so-called "relatives" looked like fools.

"Go away! You freak!" Aunt Petunia was startled by his smile. She looked as if she thought he had gone crazy because of losing Albert's affection. "Go back to your place!"

But Dali said nothing - because of Claudine, Dali became a lot different from before. Although he was still as fat as a walrus under Aunt Petunia's breeding offensive, he didn't seem to be as bullying as before. The teacher he learned Sanda from was the same person as Clooney's coach, and this coach seemed to have something. At least under his influence, Dali gradually learned that bullying is a very bad thing - this cannot be done. It reflects his bravery, but instead reflects his inferiority and weakness. Although he still formed gangs and taunted other children as usual, there seemed to be no more rumors about him doing anything casually.

After Aunt Petunia threatened Harry, the pampered boy did not echo her mother's words for the first time. Instead, he looked at Harry with a look full of unknown emotions, and then tugged at him. Mom's Sleeve: "Mom! I want to eat caramel pudding today!"

"Of course it's no problem! My sweet baby!" Aunt Petunia immediately shifted her attention to Dally again, but soon she turned back and glared at him, "What are you still doing here?"

"This big guy is actually helping me out!" Harry secretly exclaimed in his heart, and then hurriedly ran towards his room.

"I never thought this noisy boy would ever get better," he thought. Although Dally had always bullied him in the past and was very noisy, and he would always get involved when he was with Claudine - his current change still surprised Harry involuntarily.

"Can people really change?" He asked himself secretly in his mind, "If they change, can the past harm be written off?"

Although Dali hasn't done anything that can really change Harry's bad situation, Harry still allows his behavior to continue to deviate, and has begun to think about how to deal with the big man who has experienced overall changes in the future.

But he didn't find an answer that suited him.