Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"I'm always the least strong one." Clenching his fists, the young man leaned against the stone wall dejectedly. He could feel the inexplicable liquid filling his eyes.

Fortunately, in the darkness, only the moon outside the window provided dim lighting, which protected his little self-esteem well.

Clooney did not answer his question immediately, not even the expected comfort. He waited for a long time before raising his head in confusion.

What happened to her? Erwin was unconsciously spreading his thoughts. Was it because, like his family, he felt that he was not a good candidate for cultivation and had lost confidence in him? Or is she tired of spending time with herself?

Then, he saw the black-haired girl squatting by the stone wall, looking up at him from the bottom up.

The moonlight cast a gentle light on her head, her long hair was spread over her shoulders, and the black wand she originally held in her hand, which was used to cast spells that facilitated night wandering, was also missing.

Her elbows were supported on both ends of her knees, her face was held in her palms, and her dark eyes were focused on him.

"I'm listening, Erwin," she said softly, "and I'm watching you."

The silver buckle on the black robe that enveloped Miss Albert also shone in the moonlight, but it became dazzling at this moment. He blinked involuntarily.

"I can't figure it out, even after so long." Erwin said slowly, "I feel that everything is getting better. The sounds around me are no longer so harsh."

"No matter what it is. Now I have found my direction. But I am still sad."

Crowney nodded with his hands in his hand.

"That's right."

The boy who was immersed in his thoughts obviously had no ability to control his subconscious behavior. With this dark light, Clooney could see his frown, and there were still a few tears on his half-exposed cheeks.

Since the last conversation, the relationship between them has eased a lot, and being together for a long time has made him feel more comfortable dealing with certain other things.

In Clowney's plan, he should have been able to gradually become a stable and confident person. For him to be able to reappear in such a self-destructive state, it seems that something serious has happened.

However, an occasional temper tantrum is totally fine.

She was stunned for a while, then slowly stretched out a hand and gently wiped away a few tears that fell down the curve of her cheek.

"Your feelings are not wrong, Erwin." She whispered, "This is not your imagination, everything is indeed getting better. You have made new friends - they will not do anything because of you. Just leave you, knowing that you are doing the wrong thing, I will remind you at all costs, and I am sincerely happy for your honor, this is not fake."

"So I hate myself even more." Maybe I was comforted. When I encounter something wronged, if I am alone, I might be able to hold on.

But at this moment, there is a person like this who is strong, tolerant, and willing to give all her patience to listen to you tell your experiences and pain. This is something that no one in such a situation can resist.

He could feel tears trickling from his eyes, but this did not affect his narration.

"I know it's more important for me to pay attention to the people who love me than the people who hate me," he said, "but it's really hard for me to convince myself of these things."

"It's home." He sat on the floor in embarrassment, not caring whether there was dust on the floor or whether it would stain his clothes. "I'm still so sad. I'm always not that strong."

"When my parents praise my brother, I really want to be the one they praise."

"Why can't they always see me? No matter what I do, even if I do the right thing, they will turn a blind eye. But something bad happened, and I became the one who was scolded. that one."

"They say that their love is equal, that I am their hope and their true love, but whenever a choice happens, I will always be the one who is not chosen."

"But they are my parents...although they always think I am wrong. I should get used to it." The young boy told his troubles in a low voice, "But I will also be sad."

"Maybe what they did is right." The darkness climbed onto his face again, and the floating clouds just blocked the moon. Maybe tomorrow will be another snowy or rainy day, and everything outside the castle will be dark.

"I'm just a piece of shit who can't stand up to the wall. What they did is right. I can't compare to my brother, and I can't become famous like the rest of my family - even in a small school. Schoolwork can also stump me. I can't stand the test at home at all. Just a few words can hurt my heart so deeply."

"I'm so indecisive, cranky, and useless."

Oh, I see.

Being rejected is a very, very sad thing.

People have to grow through constant affirmation rather than constant frustration. Ms. Duffin has repeatedly emphasized this point.

I don’t know where it came from, but it said that people should suffer, suffer, and accept things that hurt themselves and make them painful, so that they can grow into a good person.

We should repay evil with kindness, some people say.

But this is absolutely wrong.

"Erwin." She tried to recall the scene when Ms. Daffin was talking to her when she was a child. What did Ms. Daffin do when she encountered such a hardship?

"this is not your fault."

The girl changed her posture, moved a few steps forward, and then sat next to him.

Be next to him.

Through the thick fabric, he could feel their knees leaning against each other.

"People crave affirmation, there's no doubt about it, Erwin."

"But I've gotten a lot of recognition from people."

"As you said before, Miss Albert, we should not pursue things that we are destined not to get, and don't put ourselves in the abyss."

"But I can't control myself at all." He hammered the floor angrily, "I can't do it! Other people's approval is indeed important to me, but I can't restrain myself from seeking their approval. ——I clearly know that their hearts have been biased from the beginning! Why should I act like a masochist, like a dog that cannot get the love of its owner, praying for things that I can't get at all? "

"If this doesn't prove my incompetence, then what else do I have?!"

But soon, the moon emerged from the clouds again.

Miss Albert also began her answer, and the moonlight spread equally on their faces again. Erwin turned his face to look at her and traced her profile in the moonlight.

"Because this is a normal thing." Her tone was very calm, and she didn't seem to be affected by his overly excited emotions at all. If you feel it carefully, the expression on her head seems to be a little nostalgic. "Like you said, Erwin, they are your parents."