Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

My head hurts.

This was her only thought.

"I seem to be sick." Cronini shook her head. She hadn't felt this way for a long time.

It seems like it was a long time ago when I last got sick. Although her superior memory allowed her to still recall the anxious expressions of her parents and the enlarged face of the doctor at that time, the pain caused by the disease at that time and attached to the limbs was difficult to reproduce again.

"Maybe I'm haunted by an 'unknown ghost'." She squinted her eyes and stared at the end of the bed tent, thinking in a good mood, "Maybe someone wants to come back. The human world is invading my body!"

After all, tonight is Halloween.

The powerful patron saint of the night - Mr. Black, the black cat? It has long since disappeared. This huge black cat was afraid of the torture he suffered on Halloween last year, which was completely unfit for a cat. This year, he decided to stay with his cat army throughout Halloween.

"I feel like it's better for me to lie down now." She felt like a burning furnace, and the scorching fireworks were crackling in her mind, which gave her a splitting headache.

"I have to tell Hellas -" she thought, but she didn't have any strength in her hands. But luckily she still has her wand.

Her wand was held obediently in her hand, and she smoothly controlled the pen to write the message "Let me rest for a while, don't call me," on the paper.

"What if it's a person without magic." A question suddenly popped up in her mind, "Then at this time, can they only wait weakly for others to find out?"

In the face of disease, people are like children again.

When people think of children, they think of their innocent side, as if their weakness at that time can be ignored——

Why did she think of this?

"Something's wrong."

Clooney felt like an alarm clock was suddenly inserted into her head, the kind that was still working. They danced in her head with the tumbling lava, washing over her weak head for a while.

But soon, she couldn't even feel this feeling anymore.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a large, calm black.

"Don't you feel like there's something wrong with you?" The young man frowned, his familiar face filled with this constant expression. Originally, as they became more familiar with each other, this state rarely appeared. It was in his face.

But now, this expression did not ease even after seeing her wake up, "Why don't you say it?"

"What did you say?" She was a little confused by Snape's sudden state of being in danger.

"Is this just a common cold?" Clooney's eyes widened, trying to find some breakthrough in his solemn gaze, "I thought I just had a cold or something."

"Just a pick-me-up, Professor. I just want to get some sleep."

"A very familiar technique." Snape's eyes were staring at her pupils unblinkingly, as if he wanted to see something from it, or in other words, explore something.

His hands tangled together and then crossed to his chest.

"What method? Professor?"

"I have no intention of exploring what experiments you are conducting, and I have no interest in your ideas." He said, "But it is obvious that I have found traces of a curse on you."

"What are you doing, Albert?"

"I really don't know, what kind of curse?" She felt baffled. Maybe he was infected with influenza just because he had too much contact with some bad guys. Where did the curse come from?

But, a curse?

"Does the professor still have research on this?" She knocked on her head, which was still struggling to function. Even the simplest recall made her brain overwhelmed. "I'm not impressed at all."

"Curse and enchantment are different systems." Snape took a deep breath. He still seemed to be in a bad mood, but he still explained to her, "I can only say that I have a little understanding of this aspect."

"It looks like it's been with you for a while." Snape took out a familiar pocket watch-like pendant from his pocket. The silver-faced shell is still shiny, and it seems that its owner has protected it well.

"This-" She felt much better after drinking the refreshing potion handed to her by Snape. The flames finally found a place to go, drilling out from the top of her head and various other places where the air could come out. "This is it, but is it no longer a problem?"

"You knew there was a problem and you still carried it with you?!" Snape's expression looked even more distorted. He tried his best to restrain his tendency to get angry. "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"But - the curse on this has been lifted before?"

"See for yourself!" Snape ruthlessly threw the pendant onto her robe. She picked up the pendant and looked at it carefully, but found nothing.

"Chain!" Snape said expressionlessly, "Look at the chain!"

Okay, chain. Clooney used her magic power to follow the faintly attached magic circuit to climb up. Slowly, a strange shadow emerged from the chain along with the flowing magic power, but it quickly turned back around the chain.

"what is this?"

"No one knows." Snape said sullenly, "You are lucky to be alive now."

"I just didn't expect this..." She pursed her lips, "This is just a souvenir, Professor."

Okay, whose souvenir is it again?

Miss Albert, the loving Miss Albert always keeps trinkets of one kind or another, endless trinkets.

Snape didn't want to comment too much on this matter, because just a pendant seemed to involve countless complicated threads. He even had a hunch that if he continued to follow this line, Go, trouble will surely ensue.

How could the well-informed Snape fail to recognize that the core of this pendant is surrounded by blood provided by vampires, and the purity is not low.

The bright color that is completely different from humans makes their blood very easy to identify - this bright color does not belong to the body of any living creature.

If you remove the inexplicable magic fluctuations attached to the silver chain and come from the hands of a familiar person, this is indeed a very good souvenir: self-defense, expulsion of some beasts, and even a declaration of sovereignty over some magical animals.

Although I don't want to admit it, there is only one person in this world who has such ability and can do such a thing. Although he has done all sorts of evil, no one has ever denied his accomplishments in magic.

He pinched Clooney's face and looked around, but couldn't see anything.

"You'd better not, Albert." He stopped her trying to grab back this dangerous little pendant, "I will tell Dumbledore about it."

Voldemort is indeed not that kind, and he even said that he is not that easy to deal with. This symbol of evil that always lives in the storybook, how covert his killing methods are, so that after losing relatives and friends to him one after another, she can still foolishly carry with her what she thinks is safe and is written by him. object?

"I thought of it, Professor." She said sullenly, "That person gave me something. I thought I had already dealt with it completely."

"You're too arrogant."

Snape still maintained that posture, his head raised high: "You disappoint me greatly."