Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The wall of people that had been piled up climbed up one by one. Kni also stepped forward and pulled Cedric who was pressed down at the bottom - his head was covered with gray stains.

Clooney helped him dust away the dust on his head: "No, I just finished cleaning the fireplace - this fireplace has never been burned before - where did the ashes come from?"

The Weasley brothers began to whistle, and Ron also squinted his eyes towards the ceiling. Harry followed his realization and moved his eyes upward - there was only a white-gold glass lamp in that place. .

"Hurrah!" Crowney shouted, "I've already guessed who the culprit is!"

She was about to pounce, but Cedric stopped her and hugged her: "Okay, okay—"

They seemed to have discovered something was wrong with Clooney - she seemed a little too excited today. One by one, the Weasley brothers moved forward to take a closer look, but were stopped by Cedric.

"Okay, okay." Cedric repeated again, holding Clooney behind him, "We should focus on our protagonist!"

Everyone turned their attention to him again.

It's his friends! There are also people who have interacted with him and helped him!

Harry's heart was beating fast. He was at a loss to accept the gifts in various packages from all sides - he had never thought -

He was surrounded by the crowd, and the girl who looked a little dizzy was hiding at the back of the crowd, showing a very wild smile with her misty eyes. He saw only her smiling face through the crowd.

Harry couldn't help but take a step in that direction - he had a strange feeling - this feeling was particularly abrupt amid the carnival. If he didn't hold her back now, it seemed like she was going to run away.

His mouth opened slightly, and when he was about to speak, green flames ignited in the fireplace again. A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes slowly emerged from the flames.

"Helles." The girl shouted in an intoxicated voice, "You are late!"

"It was you who asked me to come later." It was the kind-hearted Slytherin senior who once told him where Clooney was - and also Clooney's roommate. The girl's blue eyes looked in Harry's direction very sensitively, but they soon curved into crescent moons, "Aren't you worried that I'll crash into a car?"

"That's true!" Clooney leaned against the fireplace. The girl grabbed it and leaned against Clooney's waist.

They seemed to say something sparsely, but soon, the Slytherin senior came over again with a smile.

She was dressed beautifully today, and her hair was tied up. Only two pieces of curly hair were hanging down on both sides of her cheeks. The updo was decorated with tiny green gems, as if she had just come down from a banquet—— The dress she wore was also very Slytherin-style. The silver-green dress was covered with large flowers that bloomed vaguely under the light from time to time. Every step she took showed her different postures.

"Sorry, Harry." The blonde girl was holding a large box in her hand. The box was completely wrapped in green wrapping paper, and the ribbons were intertwined with dark silver and light silver. It looked very expensive. "I'm late. Happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Harry took the gift box politely and put it with other people's gift boxes.

When everyone arrived, they sat around in front of the huge cake. I don't know who snapped their fingers, and the lights here instantly went out, and it became pitch black, leaving only the candlelight on the top of the cake.

But the light of these candles was unexpectedly bright, and they shone brightly into Harry's eyes.

"Happy birthday to you~"

"Happy birthday to you~"

"Happy birthday to you~"

This year, many people sang happy birthday to him - he was no longer the poor little guy who had only himself to send birthday wishes to himself every time he was born.

He looked at the quietly burning candle, held back the tears in his eyes, and closed his eyes.

"I hope that every year in the future, I can be as happy as I am today." He silently made a wish, "I hope that everyone can live a happy life."

Amid everyone's cheers, he stood on the magical wooden stool and blew out all the candles in one breath.

Darkness suddenly enveloped the room. But almost instantly, a loud shout interrupted the silence of the moment.

"Yah!"

Then there was cheering, one after another. When the first sound rang, all the lights in the whole room turned on, lighting up the room like daylight. The extinguished candles arranged themselves in a row and flew down. He took a large silver cake knife and started dividing the cake. But the cake was so big - even if they all had to eat a huge slice, it would still leave at least about half of it.

The Weasley brothers took advantage of his inattention and shoved a piece of cake into his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. The soft mousse and cream were mixed together, as well as the bitter and sweet taste of chocolate.

Then they get into a cake fight - but they just get in each other's faces because neither of them wants to waste such a delicious cake. Even the usually polite Slytherin senior joined the fight!

When they came to their senses, everyone's face was covered with black or white chocolate liquid and cream.

"Now - we have to - deliver the cake!" Crowney announced loudly, "Let's set off, friends!"

They were satisfied with the meal, and they just wiped a handful of it on their faces, and then walked out the door each carrying the divided cakes. It was still very early, and although there were no street lights in Zhizi Lane, there were still some unknown pedestrians walking up and down the street.

Crowney quickly rushed to the yard of a house and started banging on the door.

"Professor! Professor!" She shouted so loudly that Harry thought maybe everyone in the street could hear her!

The door opened with great reluctance. Harry watched Clooney plunge into the arms of the black man with a calm expression who came to open the door - her face had not been wiped clean, and some of the white cream had been dipped on it.

The man's face twisted for a moment, and he pulled her out of his arms: "If you hadn't degenerated to the point of becoming a koala—"

But soon, he discovered the crowd not far away from them. He swallowed back the words he was about to say, but his face became even more ugly.

"Albert!" the man yelled, "What are you doing!"

It's Snape!

Only then did Harry remember what Clooney had told him when he first came here: "Professor Snape lives next door to our house, Harry!"

He also became frightened along with his friends around him.

Clooney, who was scolded by the ferocious giant bat, didn't seem to care. She raised her head with joy on her face, her eyes as bright as light bulbs closely following Snape's ferocious eyes: "Today is Harry's day." 's! Birthday! Professor!"

"Let's deliver the cake!"

Harry sneered and held the cake with both hands - he felt - there was no way Snape would eat the so-called birthday cake - he hated him so much!

The first stop for cake delivery is to announce that we are going home!

But to Harry's surprise, Snape's originally ferocious expression seemed to soften after hearing these words: "Is it Harry Potter's birthday?"

"Yes! Professor!" the girl replied eagerly, "It's Harry Potter's birthday!"

Harry stared at Claudia's back, and for a moment he felt that a tail was about to grow from her back.

But Snape was staring at Harry without saying a word.

When Harry thought that he was about to reprimand them for bothering him in the middle of the night and about to be scolded by Snape, Snape actually reached out and took the piece of cake.

"Happy birthday." Snape turned his head expressionlessly, his inorganic black pupils stared directly into Harry's eyes, and then said in a very incredible and soft tone, " Happy birthday, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened, and his heart was filled with a sense of astonishment - this cold, inhospitable Potions Professor, who also hated his existence, was actually more than happy and angry today - his birthday. He spoke to him, even called him by his Christian name, and - blessed him!

"Okay!" But Snape only corrected himself for a moment. After saying this, his eyes became sharper when he looked at Harry, "It's all over!"

"O——U——T——!" He pushed Clooney hard and closed the door with a bang.

"This is too scary!" Ron hid behind the wall and shivered, "I heard something! That Snape! He actually said happy birthday!"

"I must be running out of time!" Ron said exaggeratedly to Hermione, "This is too scary!!!"

"It's Professor Snape!" Hermione pushed Ron away and hid among his brothers. "What's so surprising about this - he's our professor!"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Clooney was not sad at all because she was kicked out by Snape. On the contrary, she looked as excited as if she had been beaten to death. "We still have the next stop!"

They shared the cake with everyone who passed by, either in a hurry or walking leisurely. Some people accepted it, some refused it, but they all offered a happy birthday very enthusiastically. There was even a wandering little guitarist who, after accepting the cake, sang a song for him live, which he seemed to have composed on the spot.

This is what he sang:

"Bless you, young boys, may you fly high, may you be happy."

"Bless you, young children, congratulations on your birth, and praise your enthusiasm."

"Bless you - bless all of you who have such love."

"I wish your life will always be filled with love~"