Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The morning light was faint, and the sun poked its head out from the side of the horizon, rendering the horizon into a white and bright silk satin.

The quiet and peaceful Albert home only occasionally heard one or two small sounds of the iron basin and some hard objects being knocked.

It was a beautiful morning. Several diligent homing pigeons had already fluttered out of their pigeonhouses. Occasionally, one or two stopped at the window of Albert's house near the kitchen, peering at the people inside. .

However, the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere was soon interrupted by a scream.

It was a young female voice.

"! Ah!" The childish voice was loud and sharp, "This is just a dream! I don't need to care about her at all!"

The busy figures in the kitchen paused for a moment, but quickly resumed their work, seemingly not affected by the sudden scream at all.

But a few bold white pigeons outside the window became even more presumptuous. They slapped the window with their strong shoulders, asking the people inside to open the window so that they could take a closer look.

No one seemed to pay attention to the sound.

Soon, a clicking sound began to sound from inside the house, and the sound of bare feet tapping on the wooden floor was particularly obvious in such a quiet morning, but it was not noisy at all.

Only then did Ms. Daffin lift her fluffy golden head from her precious lump of sea salt. Ms. Duffin has curly blond hair that always shines like gold as long as there is light. This may be why she is so loved by birds.

However, while the unknown person inside was running around the house, the white pigeon outside the window finally got what it wanted and squeezed in through the gap in the window lattice.

These large, cooked birds twisted their plump bodies and began to eat the millet on the side.

"Mom! The methods taught by the church are useless at all!" The sharp voice seemed to have calmed down, and its tone was not as exaggerated as it was at first, but its tone was still filled with impatience.

She emphasized heavily: "It's of no use at all!"

Only then did we see the full picture of the owner of the voice: her hair was long and straight, and looked as strong as gold wire. It was so shiny that it could almost reflect a human figure, which was completely different from Ms. Daphne. Outside those dark eyes, there was an exaggerated black shadow, making the already round eyes look even bigger.

"Please, dear, maybe it will take effect in a few days?" Ms. Daphne responded patiently, and gently smoothed the little head of the pigeon on the side with her index finger, "Don't worry Claudie, you might be willing to Tell me about your dream today? "

Clooney, or Miss Clooney Albert, is a well-known little genius from all over the country. However, this little girl who is always praised for her intelligence also has a well-known trouble: ever since she entered elementary school From the beginning, she began to be haunted by the same dream.

Of course, this dream was not a dream filled with sweets and wine (although she had never tasted wine, books always described them as fragrant and beautiful) or a dream like Prince Charming in fairy tales. .

On the contrary, it is often frightening...