Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

As the school year approaches, it's Harry's birthday. But he was not happy at all: he had not received a single letter from Hogwarts this holiday, and no news about his new friends - not even Clowney! She would always mail him greeting cards and gifts in advance, but there was no news this year.

He had no idea what was going on. Since his battle with Voldemort and Quirrell's death, he has never seen Claudia again - she has not come to visit him, and she has even been absent from the year-end party.

He could clearly see from the distant dining table that the approachable blonde senior sister who was usually with her had a gloomy expression at the beginning of the banquet.

"She's not angry with me because of Quirrell, right?" He felt a little uneasy, and Aunt Petunia's words still affected him to some extent, "Because I killed Professor Quirrell - so she wants to Hate me!"

There was more or less anger in his heart: "But he turned to Voldemort and had no intention of repenting even before his death - Quirrell also deceived her! How could she hate me because of such a person?"

But who stipulates that everyone must like Harry Potter?

Clooney Albert's family was well-off, and she was popular and highly regarded in school. Even if Harry had the title of a so-called "savior", why would he force her to like someone - like someone - it was strange Where's the boy?

He welcomed his birthday with this sad mood, but that morning, when he was preparing to continue eating breakfast and listening to Uncle Vernon's daily nagging, there was a knock on their door. Ringed.

"Knock, knock, knock." The door sounded like it was being knocked softly by knuckles three times, and then the doorbell rang.

"Who would come so early?" Aunt Petunia was a little panicked, "It can't be - Mr. Mason and the others came early, right?"

The couple looked immediately confused, but Harry had a very strange feeling - it was like an intuition that the person behind the door was not "Mr. Mason"; Someone he would know.

He secretly moved his head to the cat's eye and looked out through the small spot of light.

He saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Claudine!" He yanked open the door, leaving behind the surprised, panicked and furious faces of his aunt and uncle, "Claudine!"

He gave the tall girl a tight hug. The panic-stricken faces of the Dursleys regained their composure after seeing her, and instead showed an embarrassed sneer.

"I just came to pick up Harry for his birthday." The girl looked at them with a smile, "If you don't mind, I will take him away? And - Dali, is he coming too?"

"Claudine!" Harry's voice was so loud that Dally heard it in the hall. The tall boy also rushed out, pushed Harry away, and then gave the girl a hug, "I miss you so much!"

"Hahahaha." Clooney laughed. After they hugged, she reached out and took Harry's hand, "So you want to celebrate your birthday with us?"

"I'd love to—" Dali said, "but—there's something important at home today."

"You can take him away!" Vernon looked very eager. He was overjoyed when he heard the good news, as if he was about to pack Harry up and give it to the girl in front of him in the next second. "It would be better if one day - —I mean—you can be later today!”

"That's such a pity." The girl took out a beautiful brass badge from her pocket, with a small animal that looked a bit like a dog vividly engraved on it, "Then I'll give you this first, Dali— —Long time no see, so this is a welcome gift!"

"Thank you! Lenny!" Dali excitedly took the badge. There was a button next to the badge. The animal would blink its eyes and turn its ears as the button swung. It looked so cute. As soon as this chubby boy got this little badge, he couldn't wait to pin it on his clothes, "I like it very much!"

They chatted for a while before Harry finally got out of this place.

"Then let's now -" Harry scratched his head in confusion, "Claudine, I still have a lot of questions in my head!"

The girl mysteriously put a polished brass key into his hand: "I understand! I'll tell you when we arrive!"

"What is this?" Harry held the key and looked around, but saw no clues. "Is this some new invention of yours?"

The girl grabbed his hand, and then squeezed the thing tightly. Harry felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button and suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum. His feet actually moved involuntarily. He was suspended in the air—he must have been flying—but he couldn't see anything clearly.

His and Clooney's hands were firmly attached to the location of the key, and the wind roared around them. After a while, he suddenly fell to a soft place.

He was dizzy, but he still managed to open his eyes: "What is this?"

He was not prepared at all.

"This is my base!" The girl excitedly propped herself up above his head, her face even turning red, "Doesn't it feel fun for you!"

"I don't even know what this is - and I feel a little nauseous." Harry lay there with his eyes closed, and the dizzy symptoms did not disappear after a while.

"This is how you play with portkeys for the first time." The girl whispered in his ear softly, "You can't tell others about this!"

"It's illegal to make portkeys privately!" She widened her eyes, but she still put the key into Harry's hand again, "So you can't expose me!"

Harry reluctantly opened his eyes, and a glass cup filled with yellow juice was already floating above his head. When he supported himself and sat up, the glass moved to his hand, and then very docilely pressed into his empty hand.

"It's the holidays!" Harry opened his mouth. He never thought that Clooney would be so bold - not only secretly making door keys, but she would also dare to use magic at will during the holidays.

"I know -" the girl put the wand upright in front of her lips and made a shushing gesture: "You are now in Pointer End - next door is Professor Snape's home."

But Harry remembered that Crowney's home was on Fish Head Street? and! Snape! Right next door to them? It sounds too scary!

But the girl continued: "I probably figured out the rule about not casting spells outside school - they don't actually know very clearly what spells the wizards cast, or which wizards cast the spells. The little wizards had traces on their bodies. , but trace silk is not that easy to use - if you cast magic in a gathering place of wizards, they will not be able to tell whether it is young wizards casting spells or adult wizards casting spells."

"This law usually only applies to young wizards who live in the Muggle world without a wizard guardian."

Harry's mouth was always open and showed no tendency to close - he looked a little silly.