Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as she staggered down from the pipe in the secret room with no one around her. "You are too reckless! Even so, why can't you inform the professors first? ?”

Professor McGonagall, who knew nothing about all training plans, truly believed that even though Harry Potter was worshiped as a savior, he was still a child, a magic apprentice for only two years, and his parents were both dead. Although she didn't know how badly Harry had been treated in the Muggle world, that was all - especially since his parents were heroes. In any case, he should not always appear in such dangerous situations. right.

"But we succeeded, Professor." To everyone's surprise, it was Harry Potter who spoke first this time. His face was covered with mud from passing through the secret passage, and he was fighting with Shasha at the beginning. The scratches didn't affect his good mood. Just like what he usually does most, he raised a very sunny and sly smile.

According to legend, the monster used by Slytherin to massacre Muggle students had its eyes closed obediently, its body curled up, and its head meekly placed closest to him. She looked a little uneasy, but the kindness shown to her by the golden boy in the wizarding world finally worked when her original goal of giving her the home she most desired suddenly disappeared, and she chose to trust his choice.

From Harry's face, everyone can see the fact written on it, that is - this is indeed a Harry Potter adventure.

Professor McGonagall was silent in a rare moment, and did not make as much of a fuss as when he found them next to the gathering monsters. It seemed that he also noticed the change in him. Except for one teacher, she still belongs to Gryffindor. No Gryffindor would condemn courage, not to mention that courage is full of power.

Professor McGonagall took out a square handkerchief from her wizard robe, and the warm and moist water on her forehead was stuck to it for unknown reasons. She followed Harry's stained face all the way down, avoiding those tiny little things. The wound, and then said in a rare gentle tone: "You did a good job, Harry."

But soon, after she finished such a tender gesture, her face returned to its original serious look, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her good mood, but she still seemed to want to remain in the hearts of the children. Strict image.

"Go up -" she said, "someone is already waiting for you."

Professor McGonagall was obviously an expert at levitating spells. When she finished saying these words, Harry felt a strange sense of relief pass through his body quickly, just like when he was fighting the troll, he floated again. He stood up, but his movements were a hundred times softer.

Only then did he suddenly remember something: "Shasha, take a rest and wait for me to come back!"

When the big snake slowly nodded in the direction of the sound, he could peacefully enjoy the flying moment that always made him happy.

When they landed on the dry floor of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Myrtle, who had been waiting for the result, rushed in front of him like an arrow from the string, and then began to spin up and down around him. stand up.

"You're still alive-" She looked a little disappointed.

"There's no need for you to speak in such a disappointed tone." Harry smiled at her, then followed Professor McGonagall, walking towards Professor McGonagall's office without blinking an eye.

It seemed that Harry's smile gave her a lot of encouragement, and Myrtle repeated her shocking statement: "That's right, I've been thinking about it. If you die, I welcome you to share it with me." This flush toilet. Or if Riddle dies, I won’t mind.”

"It's a pity that if Riddle dies, there will be nothing left, right?" Clowney inserted into their conversation with a smile, "It's a pity that he is the one who died."

Myrtle relaxed her shoulders in boredom, looking like she wasn't very interested in this topic anymore. But soon, her silver eyes turned to Harry again: "No matter what, you are always welcome, Harry."

It's not a good thing to be stared at by a ghost, and the other party tells you that the other party is looking forward to your death. Harry pretended that he didn't hear Myrtle's invitation, and didn't look away, focusing on going his own way, regardless of the girls behind him. How passionate was the conversation behind her.

Fox originally seemed to be leaning lazily on Miss Albert's shoulder - ever since he and Shasha started to quarrel, it had started to watch the interracial melodrama with its two bird eyes that it could not understand, but this time, It flew up again as if it had discovered something, shining golden light along the corridor. In just a moment, they arrived at the door of Professor McGonagall's office.

The door soon opened by itself, and standing in front of it was Professor Albus Dumbledore, who looked as energetic as before he left. He laughed, and his crooked nose was squeezed by the wrinkles, which made him look a little funny.

He walked into the room with a group of people, only to see that the office was full of people.

Ginny's eyes were red from crying. This girl who bravely took on the fault that was not her own chose to confess everything she knew. At this moment, she was staring intently at the unknowing savior.

At the same time, there were two visitors in the office who were no strangers to him.

Harry blinked slowly, and at that moment, he was surrounded by a warm embrace.