Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

February 14th was a day that used to be arranged by the young people at Hogwarts themselves, but this year it was particularly unusual because of the arrival of Mr. Lockhart.

Perhaps the recent incident of giant beasts wandering around has caused low morale in the school. These fresh and young faces in the past have become less vibrant. Lockhart once revealed that he will definitely find a way to boost morale. .

But Clowney never thought of this——

Professor Snape's gloomy face was made darker by the pink elements around him: Who said that pink makes people look darker? Even his white and bluish skin, which had been underground all year round, revealed a gunpowder-like color. He looked like he was about to explode in the next second.

The entire auditorium was filled with a pink atmosphere, and to be honest, it was pretty pretty. Big pink flowers bloomed forward on the walls around the auditorium, and many heart-shaped colorful hemostasis kept falling from the blue ceiling. There was even a large flower placed in the center of the auditorium table. Pile of bouquets——

She happily sat down next to her, and for a moment she was a little confused as to why the other professors looked extremely dissatisfied with their outfits: Professor McGonagall had a large masseter muscle bulging around her mouth, and it looked like she was trying her best. Endure the gnashing of teeth... Although not very successful, even Professor Flitwick seems to be depressed...

Oh, the only one who is strong is dear Albus. He also changed his bow to pink, a simple pink bow without any polka dots.

But soon, she understood the reason why the professors looked so pale.

"Everyone! Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart said loudly to everyone gathered together, "So far, forty-six people have sent greeting cards to me, and I actually want to express my gratitude to them! Yes! I I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for everyone – and that’s not all!”

Lockhart clapped his hands, and the dwarves with gloomy faces and ugly faces strode in from the foyer in the hall.

With golden wings on their backs and golden harps on their backs, they looked as if they wanted to play the role of the legendary god of love who brings together marriages.

But whose god of love looks like this——

As a face-conscious Miss Albert, she immediately closed her eyes decisively: out of sight, out of mind.

He also secretly beat himself up and shut his eyes and ears.

When she opened her eyes again, Professor Flitwick was angrily grabbing a fork from her hand, which looked much more painful than the mandrake bite.

Her teeth were sore for a while.

"What happened..."

"Lockhart is so happy..." Hellas' eyes couldn't help but glance at Snape. She had obviously never seen Snape get so angry. "Lockhart also asked the students to Ask Professor Snape or Professor Flitwick about fascination - potions or magic."

"Wow -" Crowney had to admire Lockhart's courage: she believed that if Lockhart had not been a teacher at Hogwarts, he would have died under the clutches of Severus.

She was joking.

But the bad start didn't stop there.

In previous years, Clooney had never seen such an influx of letters, and she had never thought that she was so popular in this regard.

This crazy farce seemed to have reached its peak when we saw the dwarf who dared to break into Snape's Potions class. At this moment, she desperately wanted to give herself an invisibility spell so that she could disappear from Snape's classroom and become invisible.

"Please, I have no intention of falling in love..." She was afraid that after today, the dwarf's unfavorable face would be engraved in her mind.

"Well, well" Snape clapped his hands in vain, "Let us hear what kind of letters Miss Know-How in Slytherin can receive - to make it worthwhile for her poor professor to teach. Interrupted?"

"Please -" Claudia almost breathed out. At this moment, she even expected Professor Snape to be merciful and get angry and drive the dwarfs away.

But Severus didn't react at all! ! ! ! !

"I won't be too harsh on my 'favorite pupil'." Snape gave a fake smile and had no intention of stopping this farce. It seems that he has some knowledge of the dwarves' troubles.

Or maybe he also wants to see who has the guts to hand over a love letter in his class...

The dwarf rushed in frantically, regardless of what work she was doing.

"What kind of person would summon me in class!!!!" she asked in a broken voice, "please——"

The dwarf sang a tuneless song mercilessly, without any mercy at all:

"She is as beautiful and intelligent as a fairy. She possesses an unattainable charm. Her rejection fascinates me. Please don't treat me thousands of miles away, so that my love will always have no reply - my Slytherin Mousse.”

"As beautiful and smart as a fairy??" Clooney asked in disbelief, "Who is mocking me for not having a brain???"

"What kind of crazy student is this???"

"Miss Albert, who is like a fairy, in order to reward you for the five minutes of fun you have brought to your classmates, I will reward you with ten times the detention time." Snape smiled evilly, and then Shout loudly.

"Have you finished brewing your potion?!"

The chattering teacher fell silent for a moment.

Perhaps she was too harsh in her rejection a few years ago... Helles confessed that she finally really disliked Lockhart now. All the efforts of the past few years have been in vain.

"It's all my fault..." After class, Helles apologized, "I was afraid of affecting you a few years ago, so I refused for you."

"This is not your problem..." Clooney was about to continue speaking when another dwarf blocked her way:

"Your hands are as flexible as an octopus in the Black Lake, and your body is as tall as a monster. How smart and charming you are—"

It's all so crazy! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Miss Albert's frantic rush to the dormitory could not stop the steady flow of letters, metaphorical and sword-like.

"This is the girls' dormitory!!!!!!!" she screamed, "Did you get permission?!"

"To be precise, it's the common room," said the dwarf. "To be more precise, we are females."

These dwarfs are as tangled as Lockhart! ! !

The sudden confession day broke many people's plans.

Fortunately, the dwarves didn't have any tracking magic. She hurriedly hid in the Forbidden Forest, leaving the dwarves who occasionally spoke wise words behind her.

There are actually no stars during the day, or in other words, they are not obvious. Under the sunlight, you can hardly see their shadows.

So Clooney didn't expect to meet Bain at this time.

"What a coincidence..." Clooney chased after him in small steps, "Sir!!!!!!!!!!"

She is now full of complaints and wants to chat with her elders! !

"Unfortunately," Bain said, "I just guessed that you were coming."

"Then you are really awesome..." Clooney admired sincerely, "I thought you guys usually rest during the day..."

"Is it because every time you break in, it's at night?" Bain hit her head in a funny way.

"Okay, okay." She found a fairly flat stone and sat down. "Did you just guess my predicament today?"

"Do you notice anything different about yourself?"

"What's the difference?" She moved closer to Bain so that he could look at her up and down. "Have I grown taller? Or have I gained weight?"

"Eye..." he said.

"Eyes?" Clowney asked, "What's the difference between eyes?"

They walked around to the small waterhole in the part of the Black Lake that connected to the Forbidden Forest. There were many small animals drinking water. When they saw them coming, the small animals flashed past, but a few horse-shaped creatures stayed in place.

"Ah, it's the one from that time! The unicorn!" she exclaimed, "We are so lucky!"

The unicorn even came forward to greet her meekly, his clear eyes filled with pure joy, and he even left a handful of his fur for her.

She rubbed the front part of the unicorn's head contentedly and scratched him, feeling that her body and mind were filled with happiness.

"Take a look first, and take a closer look." Mr. Bain said calmly.

"Okay..." Clooney leaned her head into the black lake. Her eyes merged with the black lake, and one eye was blocked by the waves reflected by the lake. "

"That's it-"

"That's not a wave..." Bain reluctantly tapped the water with his hoof, and the waves began to vibrate.

One of her eyes turned a little blue.

"Ah, what is this?" she asked a little foolishly, "My mother's genes are finally starting to express? Has heterochromia become dominant only now?"

She blinked her left eye a little uncomfortably and found that her eyes were foggy.

"I'm blind??"

"What do you see?"

"I can't see anything..."

Then she saw a black dog, which walked around the same place by the river several times and then lay down.

"I see a dog now," said Crowney. "A poor black dog."

"what about others?"

"I don't know..." she asked, "What is this?"

"I said, you and we are a natural match~" Another light, lively voice sounded from the other end of the bushes, it was - "Is this the characteristic of a prophet?"

"I don't know why it's only starting to show up now, though."

"It's not a manifestation," Bane said. "It's a failure of some kind of concealment."

"Cover?" Clooney blinked his left eye, and his reflection turned into completely black pupils again, "Like this?"

"No one knows the reason..." Bain said, "We are not prophets. No one knows what the prophet's abilities are. Only he knows."

"But obviously..." Clowney said, "I don't know anything."