Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Dear Miss Albert, I wonder how you are lately? I haven't written to you for a long time, and I miss you very much. I sincerely invite you to visit France during the holidays." Clooney shook the envelope, and a piece of paper fell from the sandwich. A golden coin had a protective magic cast on it, so her rough movements did not leave any mark on it.

At the end of the letter, in addition to a signature written like a dragon and a phoenix, there was also a deep red lip print on it.

She quickly folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, and tucked it into the book "100 Questions on Ancient Alchemy and Magic" to conceal it. After making sure that it was so thick that no one could open it and no one could find a thin envelope inside, Le Yi patted it with peace of mind and walked to the lounge.

It was noisy inside.

Just like the Gryffindors, the Slytherins also exploded at the news of Dumbledore's suspension. However, unlike the Gryffindors, they are not worried about the future of the academy. On the contrary, some of them are happy about the future and do not share the worries common to the little lions.

Even though Christmas was over, Hogwarts wasn't too warm. What's more, the Slytherins' lounge is under the Black Lake and is always damp and cold. Not all students like to use the Warming Charm, and some students, like Miss Albert, really like the smell of burning firewood and baking wet items, so the fire in the lounge is always burning brightly. .

But obviously, today's conversation is not suitable for any students who think that they have not yet learned the Warming Charm.

Clooney appeared quietly from the corridor of the dormitory, and no one noticed her.

The debate continues.

"Honestly, can this monster really tell who is a pureblood?"

A mixed-race girl argued her case, and Clooney remembered her as Alice. She was good at potions but not good at spells, but not bad at all. She usually studies very hard, perhaps because she received a very good education in the Muggle world. When she debates with others, she always talks logically and quotes from classics.

"Is the headless Mr. Nick a mixed-race? People think that people who can become souls are very powerful. Is Filch's cat a mixed-race? Are there pure-blood or mixed-race cats?"

"Only you half-breeds need to worry about this!" Mr. Baker's loud voice has always been loud among the crowd. Speaking in such an occasion got him a lot of attention, which made him look even more excited. " The fact is, until now, no pureblood has been attacked, right?"

"Then, how does the basilisk tell whether a wizard is a pureblood or a hybrid?" Miss Albert leaned against the wall at the exit of the dormitory. From her angle, she could see everyone on the left and right, and heard her With the sound, the originally noisy lounge suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Ah?" Miss Albert straightened up in an orderly manner, "Is this question difficult to answer?"

"Sorry to interrupt everyone." She smiled sheepishly, "I'm just very interested in this question. Isn't there anyone willing to come out and answer your questions?"

"Mudblood!" Baker yelled again. The upperclassman behind him seemed to regret standing next to him, because after hearing this loud insult, he seemed to inadvertently raise his sleeves. robe, trying to cover his face with contemplative movements.

He glanced at Miss Albert, who had the most intense reaction in his impression, and found an incomprehensible smile on her lips. Even as if he had been petrified, he still maintained his previous actions.

Why didn't she react at all?

"Mudbloods should get out - don't let your dirty blood taint magic, you rubbish!" He screamed excitedly. It seemed that the basilisk on campus was commanded by the 'Heir of Slytherin' It made him feel particularly confident when he said these words.

"Get the hell out of here, Beck!" A senior Slytherin from the opposite side joined the battlefield. Obviously, Slytherin hybrids did not make up the majority, but they were definitely not the least. Rudy Hopkins is the least messy among them, and his words are particularly sharp-perhaps because he does not want any discriminatory support: he has never thought about becoming an affiliate of a certain family, and In other words, he was so upright that he actually wanted to become an Auror and successfully received an offer from the Aurors.

With his start, more people with evil faces also joined in glaring at Baker.

Of course, they are all mixed race.

The atmosphere became weird.

"Say it again? Do you want me to tear your mouth apart?"

"Okay Ludy..." The Slytherin senior standing behind him finally spoke up. He clapped his hands, attracting the attention of the people around him, "We are about to graduate, right? Why? Why don't you make your last days easier? Don't worry about these things."

Ludi moved away the hand that was pressing on his shoulder. He didn't take this trick, but his expression was obviously better: "This is none of your business, Abel."

"So it doesn't hurt anyone." Clooney spoke up shortly after. She had already guessed the fuse of this rally and what she really wanted to test. "So, what's stopping us from distributing Where are the defensive alchemy items?”

"Then you have to ask someone," Alice said angrily, "as if these things belong to them."

"Students, be reasonable." Cloney said, "I have the right to choose who to give my things to, right?"

"As a Slytherin," Baker said gloomily, "Why should we care about other people's lives? Our things are the priority——"

"But since you said that purebloods will not be attacked, then there is no need for these things. This makes sense."

"Although I don't know how you define pure blood. Or do you suddenly remember that a certain grandma and grandpa in your family tree or the true identity of the Supreme Master is actually a Muggle?"

"That's not what we are referring to, Miss Albert." Abel explained softly, "We are just wondering why you don't keep good things for yourself."

"I did give the good things to my own people, right?" Miss Albert tilted her head in confusion, seemingly unaware of what he meant, "Whether it's 'pure blood' or ' Half-breed', my 'own' has good stuff."

"And if you want anything else, you can come and buy it." Miss Albert said, "After all, I'm not a devil."

"Business needs to be discussed in a nice manner, sir." She said with a smile, "Everything is easy to talk about. The problem is, you have to give something."

Of course she knew what Abel was referring to. The study association's good reputation among students over the years was a little too much. Even the mixed-bloods in the upper reaches are no longer keen to join or become vassals of a certain family, which has caused a new round of impact to the already sluggish family business of the pure-blood family.

Moreover, I don’t know what kind of wind this organization has taken advantage of. There is also a so-called talker in Best Store, which is quite prestigious in the business world. Their shareholders are unwilling to reveal even a hint of the identity of the person behind this.

But who would do it so brilliantly? Basic industries are almost wiped out.

If everything goes wrong, they can't stop them from beating the upstart's downstream, right?

Baker nodded to him and yelled again: "We don't need your dirty things!"

Abel turned his head and yelled at Baker with almost eyesight: "Shut up!"

Under Baker's aggrieved eyes, this talk that was made out of nothing finally came to an end.

"We don't have any ill intentions, Miss Albert." Abel still maintained his politeness, as if it was not him who was glaring angrily the last second, "Since you insist so much, of course we will not 'embarrass you' . We just wanted to give you a little 'advice'."

"After all, as students, our funds are quite limited. This is just the concern from the seniors."

"That won't bother you, sir." Miss Albert smiled and nodded, "Of course we have our plans."