Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"What are you? Tom?" The black-haired girl propped her elbows on the wooden desk, holding her chin, looking a little careless, "This is not something that projection techniques or the remaining transformation techniques can do. "

"It seems that you always try something, miss." The boy walked out of the table. His body seemed much more solid, and he was a little more popular than the ghostly dead soul before. His short hair fell smoothly on his forehead, making him look very soft.

If you just look at his face, you would think that he must have a good heart that is willing to help others.

However, if it is an unknown person who is eager to sign a contract with someone for some magic item, or wants to ask someone for something, they usually have this look.

Who knows?

"You are always reluctant to tell the key points." Clooney laughed, "It seems that keeping a secret is very important to you - this is not in line with your advocacy - only through communication and collision can progress be achieved. Isn’t it?”

"It sounds like it's my fault, miss." Tom Riddle smiled softly. He lifted up his school robe and sat on her bed. "But until now, I have never been I know your name."

"Before I know what you are -" she replied good-naturedly to his remark that sounded like a gun, "I don't dare to reveal any sensitive information at will."

"This really makes me sad -" the smile on his face remained unchanged, but he seemed to be surprised by her current calmness, "couldn't it be that these days of getting along with each other have shaken your iron heart a little bit? ?”

"I can't let down my guard against a magical item of unknown origin, Tom. Even though you are very knowledgeable."

She saw him raise his eyebrows high, and then added.

"Your mold is also very beautiful."

"But that's not a reason for me to accept it."

The projection looked exceptionally innocent, with some sad cracks appearing on his beautiful face. After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he seemed to have compromised: "As you can see, I am just a projection."

"Of course, due to certain considerations, I don't need to change the source of magic power. I can collect the dispersed magic power by myself."

"Of course I don't have any bad intentions——"

"After all, my starting point is to help those smart people and protect them from mediocrity."

"I'm just a student - which student can have this ability to make a contract that requires a contract to maintain the connection between the artifact and the wizard?"

"Are you relieved now, suspicious lady?"

Clowney was noncommittal.

But since this magic prop actually has the ability to project to the outside world, it is much more complicated than she imagined.

The boy was quite tall, wearing a Slytherin uniform, and his tone had the smooth emphasis that he had learned from Slytherin life. Before that, he revealed that he had served as the student president, so he was at least in seventh grade.

But even in the seventh grade, there were still a few people who made her feel slippery. Except for some students who were unwilling to communicate with others, or who disdained being associated with an independent faction like her, she had never received such feedback.

He seems to be a pure Slytherin student, eloquent and very good at language arts. In such a short time together, except for secretly spying on her and himself, they had never had any unpleasantness.

Perhaps it was because of her carelessness that when communicating with it, it looked too much like a living person. In other words, it is more like a portrait. After all, only an existence like a portrait that retains a trace of the wizard's "aura" can rival such a complete answer.

But obviously, the portraits can't do much research, although they also have memories. But Crowney had never heard of any portrait that could guide future generations through knowledge they did not know during their lifetime: if this were the case, magical research would have been deeply involved.

But if he is a ghost residing in the notebook... not all ghosts are good. To be able to remain in the world requires various obsessions and the right magnetic field.

Thinking about it this way, it does make some sense.

What kind of psychological factors did this ghost gentleman use to cover up his origins in this way, pretending to be a question and answer book full of wisdom?

Because of self-esteem?

After all, it seems that this Mr. Ghost has a good upbringing, and his life experience sounds quite impressive. From any point of view, his early death is a very disturbing thing for him: just like the abandoned woman The poor girl in the toilet, whose cause of death was unknown, was probably very reluctant.

This may be the unique tacit understanding between Slytherins. Perhaps Ravenclaws can use all means to pursue what they believe to be the truth and knowledge at any place, but this obviously does not apply to Slytherins.

But... fifty or sixty years ago, this was indeed a very sensitive day...

She had never thought that her dreams spanned so much, and different timelines seemed to merge together at this moment. Or maybe it's because before this, it was a foreshadowing of their meeting.

There is no connection with the people in the dream again in reality. This is still a familiar and strange experience for her.

Clooney waved his hand at him and gave the equally cunning Slytherin a sunny smile:

"Perhaps that's good, Mr. Riddle."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Clooney Albert."