Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

It's just one more omnipotent ghost friend who can't appear often, and that's no problem.

However, although Clooney is not disgusted with ghosts, the natural temperament and attributes of ghosts determine that they cannot always stay with people: people are always warm, and ghosts are always cold. For each of them, no matter which one passes through the body of the other, it is not a good thing.

Ghosts usually have the ability to affect the surrounding materials, and on this innocent piece of paper that was originally flat, there were inexplicably creases that had never been noticed before - God! These books are so valuable!

"So, Mellors, have you heard of Riddle?"

She didn't know what purpose Riddle had in finding her, but as a "helpful Slytherin" she was willing to provide her know-it-all friend with any help she could.

"Of course!" The ghost girl who was often startled came closer to her, nose to nose with her, "Of course, beautiful lady."

"He's just as beautiful as you are."

"Well you know...it's presumptuous to say that, but do you know how he died?"

"Death?" The ghost's voice suddenly became sharp, "Are you kidding me? I didn't expect you to be like this - to use this way to ridicule me!!!"

“I thought we were friends!!!!!”

The sensitive ghost suddenly screamed, but this time Clooney didn't expect the reason.

"How could it be, Mellas?" She looked up at her quietly as before, "You know, I regard you as a good friend like me, so how could I ridicule you?"

"You're a liar!" she screamed again, "You're a liar!"

"How could Tom Riddle die inexplicably like me, an ugly, unlovable, stupid girl like me, a poor Ravenclaw?"

"I was in the castle all the time! How did I learn of the death of an elderly man!"

"Even though he's so famous!"

"Yes! Yes! Of course there is a huge difference between an idiot like me and a person like that, and a person like you! That's why you need to use this method to satirize me!"

"Is that so?" Clooney became even more confused, but she wanted to know the answer too much. "Didn't Riddle die in school when he was in seventh grade?"

"Who told you! Who told you!" Mellors looked even more angry, and she started to cry, "How could Slytherin, who was so much in the spotlight, die anonymously in the castle! He I graduated long ago!!!”

"Has he graduated?" Clooney felt even more confused. "Then where can he get a job?"

Perhaps her expression looked too weird, but the ghost that was always crying slowly floated to her head again, spinning around while making a sound like hiccups.

If she didn't explain, it looked like she wouldn't get an answer from the Ravenclaw girl for a while.

Clooney patiently pulled up the bangs in front of his forehead, pushed back the black hair on the back of his head, used butterfly clips to wipe all the loose hair to the back of his head, and spread his robe to the back of his head. The tile floors were neatly repaired.

"That's right, Mellors, I can't possibly ridicule you. On the contrary, I'm here to ask for your help."

The girl looked very heroic after getting dressed. The suit vest worn over her shirt pulled the curves of her body inwards a little, but her outline could still be vaguely seen.

"How much I love you, Mellors?" Her eyes shine like the purest obsidian. When they are filled with sincerity, no matter who they are, they will drown in this dark sea. "You know ,right?"

The always-crying Myrtle liked this trick very much. She floated back to the opposite side of her and imitated her and sat down on the clean ground. Although she still looked unhappy, she didn't angrily get into the toilet pipe or sewer somewhere.

"There will always be people who don't know the secrets of books." She lifted up the sleeves of her shirt, revealing her strong forearms and the backs of her hands full of lines. Mellas' eyes followed her movements, "But you always know that the people here don't include me, right?"

"For the sake of you still remembering me." Weeping Myrtle still had a straight face, but her expression was obviously much more relaxed. It seemed that she remembered that Clowney had added her name to a paper on some historical research question.

"Let me give you a chance to explain, A.B.T."

"That's right," Crowney said, "I seem to have seen the ghost of Mr. Riddle."

Myrtle's eyes were fixed on her face, not missing an expression, but every facial muscle spoke the truth of Miss Albert's words.

If she was lying, that was perfect.

"This is impossible." She replied decisively, "Maybe you saw it wrong, or maybe you were framed by someone."

She found it funny when she thought about it. Albert, who was famous for his intelligence, was deceived by an unknown student in such a clumsy way - this was too inconsistent with her usual image, wasn't it?

Mellors decided to give her a good laugh - the opportunity never came often -

"I heard your description..." Miss Albert shook her head, "If this is true, no one should know what Mr. Riddle looks like, Mellors. But as you said He is black-haired, black-eyed, from Slytherin, and famous, right?"

"And he is also the president of the student union, and is sought after by thousands of people, miss." Mellas's eyes flashed into hearts when he mentioned Riddle, "He is abstinent and polite, and the professors all like him - the girls even We were talking about him in the bathroom——"

"Please, miss. If he was such a person and died in school, how could there be no news about him?"

"At least I haven't heard of it."

"Then..." Clooney touched the tip of his nose, "Then where did he go after graduation?"

"No one knows, but -" Mellors raised his eyebrows, "You have indeed found the right person, Clowney."

It seemed that the gossip made her feel better, and Myrtle changed her title.

"I remember - someone seemed to have said where he was going," she said. "After all, you know, for a famous person like this, every move attracts attention. At that time, everyone thought he would go to work at the Ministry of Magic. , or at least go back to school and teach, but nothing came of it.”

"There is someone... a girl from the Black family or someone else's family - I guess - it's from Slytherin anyway. They said they saw him working as a busboy in some grocery store - they all thought it was cool Unbelievable.”

"Anyway, these young ladies -" Mellors shrugged, "are not so fanatical that they know every detail of a person's life."

"I haven't heard anything about him since then," she said. "Anyway, he disappeared. I've never heard anything about him again."

"Is it possible that he had an accident at that time?"

"maybe--"

"Where did you see him?" Myrtle suddenly reacted, "Such a big shot, where did you see him?"

She looked interested, too. Also, no matter who suddenly hears that the most famous and good-looking person in his student days has become a being equal to himself, he will become very curious.

But if Riddle had been in the castle all along...there's no way no ghost had seen him. At least Mellas has a good relationship with the ghosts. The other ghosts will not look down upon her because she died when she was a student. Instead, they often take her to various ghost parties...

Maybe Riddle doesn't want others to know. After all, being sought after by others may be a troubling thing...

"I don't know, maybe it's a place..." she said half-truthfully, "I found that I had dreamed about him, so I was very interested, you know."

Myrtle was obviously aware of the minor, not very disturbing, problems that beset Miss Albert.

"Okay, Claudine," she said, "then if you really see him, be sure to call me and let me take a look."

"If he agrees?" Clooney thought for a while and held back this answer.