Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The hot night passed quickly. The conversation with Happy was but a brief moment in a long night. Perhaps because of the closer relationship, the house elf who originally had strict rules and regulations began to try to make some better suggestions, such as rejecting her request for orange juice and providing her with hot milk.

"It is said that some people will have nosebleeds because of this." Happy said while holding the cup of steaming milk. "In most cases, people believe that they can have a good sleep."

"Oh, that's about it." She nodded obediently and took the cup of warm milk full of concern from the elf's hand, "Thank you, Happy!"

Sleeping after eating is obviously not a good choice, but as Happy said, you can choose to do or not do some things whether you think about it or not - after she had eaten and drank enough, she added hot and delicious Drinks and soon fell asleep.

She tried hard to raise her eyelids, trying to drive the magic sleepy bug out of her head. But it was obvious that she failed - not long after, she hid in the old professor's bed and fell asleep again.

The light spots from the fire danced on her face. Miss Albert, who was asleep, finally lost her old scholarly serious look. Or maybe the occasional lightness and naughtiness in the past also followed the dream. Arrive and hide in the depths.

This is what Snape saw when he stormed back to the cellars from the castle grounds angrily.

The hateful Albert, or the occasionally noisy Albert, finally didn’t make him so angry when he was sleeping.

Snape paced vigorously around his bed, hoping that Albert would wake up on his own and not continue to occupy the bed of her poor, burdensome old professor.

But Miss Albert who was asleep was obviously not as alert as she was when she was awake. She did not connect to Snape's thoughts as usual, she just smacked her lips vigorously.

Albert, who had eaten and drank enough, was like a satisfied cat at the moment, but this did not make Snape feel any different. He reached out and pushed Albert, who was wrapped in a ball, and then pulled her out of the bed.

"If nothing happens, go back and rest." Snape frowned, "Hurry up."

Clooney yawned hard, and the girl who just woke up swayed left and right and fell to the ground, feeling that the ground around her was unbalanced. She suddenly bumped into Snape's side. The young professor subconsciously moved to the side, but when she was about to have a close contact with the ground, he picked her back up.

"Stand still! Albert!" He looked very tired, and he didn't want to worry about other things. He didn't want to think about the previous episodes anymore.

Snape seemed to no longer care about her previous "little troubles". He cursed again as usual: "Don't act like a goldfish suffering from glutinous disease. If you are cured, just go back quickly."

"I'll take you back." He emphasized and cast a warming spell on her.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Albert's footsteps, so he turned back and glared at her.

"It seems like it's not curfew time yet, right?" Clooney just waved his wand to disperse the floating words in the air, "I can just go back by myself, Professor."

"Something happened." Snape said coldly, "Go quickly -"

But Snape obviously didn't need to talk about this important matter, because when Clooney arrived in the lounge, all eyes were clearly directed towards her.

There is worry and there is gloating. There are more temptations and open questions.

"Wow, what's going on." She glanced at the crowd in the lounge with a smile. The green candlelight mixed with the firelight of the heater turned into a strange color, "Why are there so many people today? Aren't you ready to rest? "

Erwin walked out of the crowd, stood beside her, and followed her into the hall.

"The chamber of secrets has been opened. Those who are enemies of the successor, please be alert." He whispered to her quietly while pulling back the blanket covering the leather sofa for her, "Mrs. Norris was petrified tonight."

"What's going on? Petrification?" She pulled him to the sofa in surprise, "What kind of petrification?"

"It just turned like stone." He said, "It's not the kind of petrification caused by the confinement curse. It looks like it was caused by some kind of magical creature or potion."

"Petrification?"

"That's right," he said, "and it's said that it requires a petrifying potion to unlock it."

"What does that have to do with the previous sentence? Erwin?" She tapped her knee with her finger, and understood the reason why Snape wanted to send her back in person - the school might have been occupied by some unknown person. Fantastic beasts have invaded.

"We found this quote on the wall next to where Mrs. Norris's, uh, body was found."

"Oh?"

"To be precise, the wall where Mrs. Norris is hung."

"Heles." Clooney smiled and leaned his head on the sofa, looking up at the girl who made the sound.

"Are you feeling better? Clooney?" The girl put her hands on the edge of the sofa and looked back at her with the same smile. The candlelight mixed with colors is not worth mentioning to her bright hair color. At least now, the color next to the soft leather sofa has turned into a warm bright yellow.

"Much better," Crowney agreed. "It's just a small problem."

The vision in the room that was originally like a ray suddenly disappeared due to the arrival of the blonde girl. Clooney looked along the hot realization that still lingered on her face, and saw Malfoy's pale and hot face.

How should you describe him? The young Malfoy son loved nothing more than to hold his shiny head high, covered with hair wax, and listen proudly to the flattery of those around him. This child, who had received mixed reputations in Slytherin, finally had a trace of color on his originally pale face because his eyes collided with hers.

He pouted with some dissatisfaction and frowned tightly. Anyone could guess that he was not in a good mood. But when he was about to open his mouth to say something, he quickly closed his mouth and tilted it to the side.

This is really strange, Clooney can't imagine that he has any intersection with him.

He quickly glanced to the other side, and the two large children beside him also lowered their heads tremblingly for some reason, staring straight at Malfoy's beautiful little face.

"Okay." She shrugged, finally no longer paying attention to things there, "Erwin, actually black magic can also do this, but it requires very, very advanced black magic attainments."

"The petrification spell can really turn people into stone, but unlike the transfiguration spell, it seems to have no length of time. In other words, when the maximum time that a creature can withstand is up, even if it is turned to stone by other means, After transforming back to the original biological state, we can only get corpses."

"Otherwise, what a good way to live forever?"

Malfoy's wandering gaze returned, looking very interested in the topic. But Clowney ignored him.

"The reason why this spell is classified as black magic may be because it has a certain degree of danger and there is no counter-spell. If the person who was cast the spell is not discovered in that state, over time, he will really Dead."

"I remember it was mentioned in one of the original handbooks that the invention principle of this spell was based on a magical animal——"

"But these are examples from too long ago and cannot be verified at all." She shook her head, "And I don't think students are capable of such pranks. After all, there are very few people who are qualified to borrow such books. If it’s too little, random research without supervision may endanger your life.”

"Does this mean that some legendary creature has indeed slipped into our school?" Emilia asked.

"Maybe it's like this?" Clooney patted the back of her hand. "Legend has it that this ability belongs to a very miserable and cursed believer. She was forced by the gods to seek the gods she believed in. Sanctuary, ultimately defiled in the temple.”

"In the end, her god did not bring blessings for her misery, but instead accused her of soiling her temple." Clooney shook his head, "I don't know if there is such a legend in the magical world."

"Then what?" one of the girls sitting far away asked anxiously, "Then what? Did the so-called god do nothing?"

"Of course not." Crowney laughed, "The so-called god was very angry because of the unclean events that occurred in her temple, so he cast a curse on the girl."

"She will become neither human nor strange, and the long hair on her head will turn into coiled snakes," she said. "She will never be able to look directly at anyone she loves."

"Because once she looks into people's eyes," she said calmly, facing everyone's gaze, "those people will turn into stones without any breath of life."

At this moment, a well-timed cold wind passed through the hall, and everyone shivered involuntarily.

"Some people think she is dead." Crowney suddenly added with a sense of happiness, "So she will wander around every possible night, trying to vent the injustice she encountered."

Several girls walked quickly towards the bedroom together.