Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The designer of this book may be a genius!

It’s so strange, would someone with such great talent really become unknown as he gets older?

This Q&A book that Crowney picked up earlier came from the hands of the former Slytherin Student Union President. It can always answer your questions all the time. It is omnipotent within the scope of its inventor's knowledge. It is indeed a A very perfect search engine.

This really gave her the rare pleasure of getting what she asked for.

"Thank you very much, Riddle." She wrote sincerely. "The theory that allergic reactions can reduce the body's pain and the question of whether local allergic reactions can cause the mobilization of immune specificity after epidermal damage are the ones I proposed earlier. The plant test you recommended was really successful!"

"Thanks to your wonderful idea, Miss." The diary also looked very happy with this result, "I never thought before that this useless discovery could actually play a role in this field of healing. ."

"I didn't play a key role, miss." He wrote in a gentle tone. "Without me, you would have been just a step away. Maybe there would be a more suitable candidate."

"You are too smart," Crowney wrote. "You are much smarter than most "human beings." I really don't know how much knowledge your inventor has."

"It's just a coincidence." He was still very humble on this topic, "With all due respect, miss, you shouldn't just stick to this if you have such a wonderful idea -"

"So what?" This artificial intelligence seems to like to titillate people. [But, what is artificial intelligence? 】, this word seems to be very suitable for a diary.

He was so clever in his writing that he just cut off the coherent sentence here, so that Clowney had to write down the rest of the question for him.

"Such a tiny study," it answered.

"You deserve so much more, fame or whatever."

"Some people are born extraordinary. For ordinary people, the most important thing is to accept this difference." It means, "They need to fear extraordinary people, because they can be shaded by prosperity."

"Wow." It's hard for Clooney to imagine that a book could have such a high self-esteem, or that when its creator repeated the language training model, this thought was deeply engraved in the book's corpus.

[The creator of this book feels a bit narcissistic in this context——]

But people with talent will always have small problems of one kind or another, but those are nothing compared to the contributions they will bring.

but...

"Maybe it's because my ability and energy are limited -" she was not used to having her exploration direction controlled by others. "I think it's good to control the current rhythm."

The diary did not reply. It seemed that it was not a very good chat tool, but it was enough.

When she returned to Professor Snape's office, Snape was sitting alone on his sofa, dozing off.

His soft mid-length hair hung behind his ears, and the other side fell slightly on his mouth, but he didn't seem to notice it. Since Clooney borrowed Mr. Albert's help to find a relatively reliable shampoo factory in the UK, and then secretly invaded the wizarding shampoo industry, the stubborn Professor Snape finally gradually accepted Daily hair washing service.

Although the daily brewing of potions and the various evaporating medicines volatilized and stuck to the hair, causing certain problems that were difficult to break down and wash away, Clooney spent a lot of thought on this, but Now it seems - it was all worth it.

There was always a serious sadness lingering between the brows of this relatively young teacher, who had already had two obvious lines on his eyebrows. When he heard her tiptoeing through the door, he habitually let that expression reappear. out.

"What's wrong, Albert."

"Oh -" Crowney said in a long tone, imitating Malfoy's usually smooth and long tone, "I'll do the after-school service, Professor."

"What are you worried about?" She seemed to have opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, "Let your hard-working students relieve your worries!"

"Speak nicely." Snape slowly raised his noble eyelids, and then glared at her fiercely.

"Oh oh oh, look." Snape was obviously in a good mood today, so Clooney boldly walked forward, "It must be these new students who can't write well that are causing you trouble again, right?"

She glanced furtively at the stack of papers on Snape's desk, which were covered with red circles and annotations.

As a famously strict teacher at Hogwarts, Snape also had a lot of requirements in terms of writing format. Perhaps this is because unlike magic theories, potions papers usually require drawing out steps and writing specific manifestations. It is even said that for his protégé, he sometimes listed the other uses and properties of several medicinal materials.

This is difficult for children without systematic grammar learning to do.

"I have long said that Hogwarts should have a grammar class!" Snape smoothly pushed the articles in front of her.

"Maybe so." Clooney picked up Snape's red ink pen, "I think it's okay now."

"The recommended teacher -" she thought of an excellent candidate, "do you think Professor Lockhart is very qualified for this position?"

She saw Snape raise his brow sarcastically at the name.

"His book is really well written, from simple to deep, and fascinating. Although it is not an academic paper, it is definitely enough to teach children grammar and so on."

"And Muggles also have grammar books. If you practice a few times a week, the effect will get better soon."

"At least -" she mouthed to another stack of papers, "after being trained by you for a year, their writing becomes much smoother, isn't it?"

Snape was noncommittal. Albert always came up with some weird ideas from time to time. Although he was a little tempted by the so-called effect, when he thought of Lockhart's exaggerated performance, even if he had not read his book, to be honest, it would definitely be filled with Lockhart's own feelings. Certain "hidden but well-known little secrets" and exaggerations and flattery of his personal abilities.

When it came to Lockhart, he couldn't help but click his tongue. God knows why Dumbledore always found people who didn't live up to their names as teachers of Defense Against the Dark Arts courses.

"Stop your random thoughts, Ai-" Snape said lazily, wanting to interrupt her chattering because she was immersed in her own thoughts, but a slight opening of the door caught his attention.

"Albert." He continued to finish what he was interrupted, and then patted her on the head. Miss Albert looked so surprised at the sudden attack that her eyebrows flew to the sky.

But soon, the clatter of small leather shoes on the ground also caught her attention.

Snape seemed stern, but even he had a number of proud disciples.

These people admire him either because of his knowledge, or because of his unique personal charm (for some people, there will be an illusion: that is, when a person appears to be particularly severe or fierce at first) Such people will always believe that they have a tender scene in private.) brought together.

Of course, the latter are in the minority. Snape was always open to good students, and he never made things difficult for children who were well-behaved and obedient but had poor aptitudes, as long as they didn't get into trouble with him. As for the bad guy - for him, what he hates most is people with mediocre qualifications repeatedly bothering him on some unimportant issues.

Clooney coughed twice, adjusted his sitting posture, and started his work.

If you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here——

The person who came to see Professor Snape turned out to be Malfoy himself, the glib Malfoy whom Clowney had just imitated - this made her almost laugh out loud.

"Ahem." She wanted to drink water to hide the rising sense of humor that she had just finished doing bad things and then met the rightful owner. If the Weasleys were around at this moment, they would have started setting off firecrackers to celebrate their birthday again. A successful invisible taunt.

There was a loud sound of choking on the water, and both Malfoy and Professor Snape turned around to take a look at what was going on here.

"I was in a hurry to drink water..." she explained while coughing, "Would you like some tea to improve your eyesight?"

Malfoy shook his head obediently.