Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Miss Albert had a strong belief in her ability to achieve what she believed she could achieve.

After resolving the misunderstanding openly and honestly with Albus, she felt so refreshed that she almost burst out laughing while helping Professor Snape with the groceries.

Fortunately, Severus didn't have any objections to this, or in other words, he was almost used to Clooney's "different" behavior from time to time.

He even comforted himself: Geniuses are always different from ordinary people. The so-called Slytherin genius who was followed by everyone is still wandering around.

Sif was startled by his own thoughts - at least a few years ago, he would not have radiated his art of ridicule to the Dark Lord whose name could even stop a child from crying at night.

So he frowned fiercely, and before the thought was about to disappear, he pretended to scold: "Oh, what other interesting things did our Slytherin star of tomorrow think of? She was even working. Then he started dancing like an unevolved baboon?"

How wronged Clowney was! Knowing how meticulous this strict professor was about the details of medicinal materials processing, even if she was secretly happy, she did not dare to slack off in the work at hand.

She turned her head suspiciously and was glared at by Professor Snape again.

"Ah," she replied submissively, "I thought of something happy, Professor."

This sentence actually choked Snape until he was speechless for a moment. Severus' eyes stared at her fiercely, as if to warn his nerves, which had been relaxed in recent years: the Dark Lord has returned to the magical world, and although his body and soul are badly damaged, he must not—

Immediately afterwards, the black flame that was originally about to burn was forced to throw away a splash of cold water, and then became cold and dull again.

“If that’s not enough to distract your brain from the clutter and unfocused issues,” he says.

"————————" Miss Albert, who has experienced many battles, did not accept this trick. She happily patted the powder in her hand and gave Professor Snape a big smile. "I'm done—Professor—"

She looked like she was expecting him to ask something else.

Sifu didn't want to satisfy the willfulness of a child, so he changed the subject a little bit harshly: "Then you can go."

Although there are still things to be busy with next, I have to say that the time spent with Professor Snape is the most relaxing: when she is with him, she does not need to constantly think and conceive of herself. What should be done next - after all, these things are all taken care of by the authoritarian professor. There is no need to worry about anyone coming to the door: except for the occasional over-eager female students and some advanced potion classes, although the Slytherin classmates respect their dean very much, but No one dared to visit him in his territory on the grounds that he had something to do with another person.

It's shameful to run away! But he was often useful - so summed up Miss Albert.

But obviously today, Professor Snape was not mercifully willing to let her stay in this pure land.

Just as she was thinking about whether to go back to the dormitory next or go to the open space of the Forbidden Forest to try out the little invention she had prepared for this incident, Mr. Black flew over from the corridor above the cellar.

A continuous, very piercing, high-pitched scream soon broke out.

This was not a human scream, it sounded more like the sound of a thin kettle boiling, or the scream of a mouse.

There are always rats in Hogwarts, and there are even some dangerous humanoid rat-like creatures hiding in some tunnels, but they are not common. They have almost never met in these years. But maybe Mr. Black was tricked by this group of unfriendly magical animals. At least when she mentioned the appearance of these magical animals, his tail always moved impatiently.

However, some people also keep rats as pets——

She is blessed to the soul.

"Mr. Black!" Miss Albert climbed onto the ground with a bang, and finally saw the unlucky guy being pinned down by Mr. Black.

Beige fur, half-missing front teeth with yellow stains - this mouse looks very old.

"Mr. Black!" she called again, and Mr. Black responded obediently, then yawned leisurely and began to flick his tail impatiently.

He pretended to gnaw the mouse's body with his sharp tiger teeth, then turned his head to signal her.

"What?" Miss Albert frowned in disgust, but for a moment she didn't want to hurt Mr. Black's rare kindness in wanting to repay humanity, "No matter what, sir."

"Actually, humans are not interested in mice—"

"No! I mean thank you for your gift!"

But Mr. Black was the first to make a disgusted expression. You couldn't believe how a cat could make such a strange expression. He looked a little helpless, with his upper lips pressed against his canine teeth. No matter how he licked, That layer of flesh was stuck to his lips and wouldn't come off.

The mouse under his hand was squealing again, which made him upset. He gently raised his hand, and when the mouse was about to slip away, he pierced it with another force and took the mouse into his mouth again.

The poor little animal looked frightened, and the mouse remained motionless in Mr. Black's mouth until another, more mournful voice sounded from behind Mr. Black.

The voice shouted desperately: "Banban!"

"It's Banban!" Miss Albert said anxiously, "No wonder you don't eat him when I say he looks so familiar -"

"Scabbers!! My Scabbers!" Ron screamed and rushed forward, "He won't be bitten to death, will he?!"

"He was just frightened—" Clowney managed to free the poor chipmunk from Mr. Black's mouth.

"There are a lot of cats in the school..." she said, "You have to keep an eye on him - if Mr. Black hadn't recognized him for the time being - he might have been dead."

"He's been acting very strange lately!" Ron said. "He's always been very good and never runs around."

This is not necessarily the case...

Clooney's face stretched, and he tried his best to make himself look less guilty, but his eyes still glanced away unconsciously: "After all, you can't find him when he is running around -"

"Okay," said Ron, "but at least he stays in his cage all the time."

"Maybe it's because he's bored." Claudine said. "When Boxi raised him, he wouldn't take him with him everywhere."

Scabbers was shaking in Ron's arms.

"Let me speak up front..." Crowney said earnestly, "The lifespan of a squirrel is very short, about three years. From a mouse's point of view, he is extremely old, and his days will soon be numbered. "

"Perhaps it's a magic rat - that's why it lives so long."

"He doesn't look like he has any magic at all..." Ron muttered quietly.

"But no one wants their pet to be dead, right?"

Clooney didn't hear Ron's complaint. Instead, she knelt down, stretched out her hand, and stretched her claws to Mr. Black's fat chin: "Good cat, good cat."

Ron nodded as if he had survived a disaster: "I will strengthen the cage and take him out to catch him properly——"

"Mr. Black is such a good cat," he said.

"Of course!" Crowney replied, "Although he doesn't seem to like Scabbers, he still shows mercy."

"The rat is just looking for food. The basement happens to be very close to the kitchen. If the house elf misidentifies him, he might also be dealt with."

Ron was finally shocked. It seemed that the unrefined appearance of house elves could easily make people mistake them for very unfriendly creatures - at least for the small rodents they hated. Is such that.

"Okay! Okay!" Ron nodded like he was holding a rattle upside down, "I'll lock him up!!"

Clooney watched Ron leave with his precious mouse, and then he suddenly thought of a very important question: Scabbers was more than three years old, and he had a lot of plans. He came to Hogwarts from Clooney and met Wes. If Lai's friends start counting, Banban is at least four years old, and Boxi is two grades ahead of them.

"And..." Clooney's eyes were fixed on Ron's back, and he became slightly interested in this little pet that always had no sense of existence. "When Scabbers came to the Weasley house, , is already an adult mouse."

"A mouse that is at least six years old." She smiled thoughtfully, "If it doesn't have any "little" problems, no one can explain it."