Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Maybe what Tom said is right?

For the first time, Clooney truly felt the differences between people.

People who didn't know why got together and formed their own group, but they gave off an unfriendly atmosphere.

Harry and his friends walked very fast and soon lost sight of them. When she found them, the children had already reached the Gryffindor mural.

This undercurrent of feeling made her feel a little uneasy, but the current situation was obviously not suitable for doing anything more.

It wasn't until early the next morning that she met Harry, who came to see her. He looked very haggard.

There was a snowstorm outside Hogwarts. The outside of the castle was completely white. Fierce snowflakes were spraying in the air. Large chunks of snowballs were mixed in the air. When you poked your head out, you even felt like you were next. I will be suffocated by the ocean of snow in seconds.

As soon as Miss Albert came out of the Herbology class, she met Harry waiting at the gate of the castle. When he saw her, he rubbed his hands unconsciously, not knowing whether he was nervous or cold.

"Let's talk somewhere without anyone?" Miss Albert looked a little happy. She waved her wand in the distance, and the snow and wind around Harry seemed to be shrouded in a transparent barrier. More snowflakes fell around him, but now he didn't feel cold at all.

Even so, they were very silent along the way, as if they didn't know where to start. Harry naturally followed Miss Albert's footsteps, and the snow quickly hid their footprints.

After walking for a while, they arrived at an open space connecting the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake.

The weather was so cold that a thin layer of ice formed on the water. Harry subconsciously looked up and saw only a vast expanse of white.

"I'll take you to my secret base." Clooney turned around and winked playfully at him, "I know we need a place where we can talk alone."

The branches in the Forbidden Forest were also covered with frost and snow, and it was quieter than usual this time. Except for the silhouettes of fallen snowflakes, there was no trace of any animal life left.

They arrived at the door of a cave. There was everything inside, even a sofa. It was as if they were suddenly cut off from the outside world. As soon as they entered the cave, a warmth rose from the soles of their feet, like a snowstorm. The sound is also much quieter.

"Long time no see, ladies and gentlemen." Crowney nodded towards the corner, and Harry discovered that there was a group of colorful guinea pigs in a basket made of straw.

The dancing candlelight and rising warmth made Harry feel better. He took the hot tea and sunk into the soft sofa.

"Which one of us should say it first?" Clooney also let himself sink into the sofa like him and said gently, "I was just looking for you too."

Harry didn't care who said it first and who said last: "I didn't sleep all night, Claudia."

"They all say I'm the descendant of Slytherin."

"I was just about to congratulate you. This is Parseltongue." She laughed. "This is a talent that many people can only ask for."

"For example, I-" She pointed to herself.

"Claudine!"

"Okay," she said, "I know what you're talking about."

"I mean, if you are the descendant of Slytherin, what's wrong with it?"

Harry didn't expect her to say that. He looked over in surprise, only to realize that Clooney sounded like a Slytherin.

"If you are referring to what happened in the school before, the truth is already clear." She said nonchalantly, "Although I don't understand why I told everyone, but it is obvious that someone is causing trouble behind these accidents, and It’s not like what’s said outside.”

"But since everyone knows you are a Parselmouth, I think you deserve to know the truth-"

"It's not because of the so-called 'descendants of Slytherin' that caused the petrification of people." Clooney sat up, the candlelight danced on her face, looking flickering, "It's just a basilisk, the school It’s already being processed.”

"Basilisk?" Harry asked.

"A magical animal," she said. "Its eyes can kill you if you touch it, but now there may be a new term for it, such as - petrification."

"Then - the secret room?'

"Indeed." Clooney nodded, "Although I haven't figured out what this is all about yet."

"It is true that someone, and by some means, released the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets." she said, "but since you have Parseltongue, Harry, can you communicate with him?"

"Maybe..." Harry's thoughts were distracted by her, "Maybe."

"Then there's nothing to worry about."

"Don't you just..." Harry looked at her with some anxiety.

"No." Claudio shook his head firmly, "I believe you, Harry."

"I know you, we have spent so much time together." Miss Albert's eyes saw his eyes through the candlelight, with bright yellow fireworks flashing in them. They were so close that Harry even Being able to see myself through the firelight.

"If you are the descendant of Slytherin, Harry, it doesn't matter. Slytherin is a great magician, and he will definitely leave some meaningful magical documents in his secret room. This shouldn't be the most disturbing thing. Are you excited? Greater knowledge and treasures!"

"Then why that day...?" Harry looked a little worried about what happened at that time, but he still believed that asking friends directly to talk about something would be ten thousand times better than keeping speculations in their hearts. "That day you..."

He may have felt a little embarrassed and didn't finish his sentence.

"That's what I think," Claudine said. "I believe you, but that doesn't mean others will think so, Harry."

"People make mistakes all the time..." Huoguang calmed down, "and they make judgments about things they don't understand. If most people think you have a problem, my appearance will add fuel to the fire, haha profit."

"'A Slytherin heir who is friendly with Slytherin', I'm afraid it will reinforce these people's speculations."

"Rumors always hurt."

"And..." She quickly laughed again, this time looking much more relaxed, "Who said that Parseltongue must be the descendant of Slytherin? Anyone who has studied and understood it seriously knows that - although Parseltongues are a minority among wizards, but Slytherin is not the only one with this skill. He just stands out, so people think of him first."

"People will lose judgment because of fear. This is human instinct and nature. If they are not trained, they may even continue to fall into fallacies."

"So... the point of the question is not whether I am the descendant of Slytherin?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "but who is behind it?"

"It's actually quite important..." Clooney scratched the side of his face with his fingertips, "Although you're right to say that."

"It makes me feel better when you say that, Claudio." He laughed too. "I forgot why I was unhappy at the time."

"Probably because most people associate 'descendants of Slytherin' with 'hating Muggles and hating half-blood wizards.'" Clooney said, "This may be related to the old customs in the wizarding environment."

"And you are the most likely one."

“It’s not unexpected to be the center of attention for others.”

"What's more." She paused, and finally did not say her cruel guess, "What's more, you are excellent."