Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Perhaps he needs to go to the school hospital first..." Dumbledore said, "Don't worry, Clooney, maybe he can be saved."

"Excuse me, can you send Professor Lockhart to the hospital?" he said to Ron, "I want to have a few more words with Harry..."

"You have to go to my office." He turned to Clooney and said, "In a while, a person will come over and he wants to see you."

The children listened to him very much. They nodded in unison, and then walked out the door one after another.

Lockhart's steps were brisk and fast, and he didn't care that the hem of his robe was still being pulled by Ron.

"I hope he's okay." Clooney complained to Ron as he closed the door, "otherwise my idea will face failure from the beginning..."

Ron didn't reply to her immediately, but looked back at Dumbledore and Harry curiously: "I think it's good for him to be like this... spare us, Claudia, I don't want any grammar lessons or compositions." Class, this sounds scarier than Snape’s class..."

"It's Professor Snape!! Ronald!!!" Clooney patted Ron's head from behind, "Repeat it again!!"

"Professor Snape!!" Ron repeated. Clooney did not use any force. He was also quite aware of Snape's status in Miss Albert's heart. The smug Weasley boy quickly added Last sentence, "I said it wrong!!"

"But then again..." Ron looked a little more curious about her affairs, and he quickly shifted his attention from the greasy old bat to the future of Slytherin's new star, "Dumbledore The professor’s friends want to meet you! Clooney! His friends must be some big shots!”

"Do you know who it is?"

"..." Clooney pursed his lips, "I'm not as powerful as you think..."

"It's too exaggerated to guess who wants to see me without knowing anything." She said, "Besides, he has many friends... Don't underestimate an adult's ability to make friends, Ron !!”

"No matter what!! Clowney!!!" Ron was still very interested, "Their characteristics must all be - very powerful, just like Dumbledore!!"

"I mean, Professor Dumbledore!"

They met many students who had finished class at the stairs, and some boys whistled at them: "Brother! How was Harry's duel?"

"How come they found out so quickly?" Ron pulled Lockhart suspiciously, who looked like he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north. "Did the news spread so fast?"

"Maybe it's not what you think..." Crowney obviously remembered Myrtle's roar. Students always spread gossip faster than anything else, let alone gossip about relationships.

The protagonists of the gossip were the popular Harry Potter and Myrtle, whom many people avoided, which had to arouse the students' spirit of gossip.

I believe that after Harry comes out of the office, more people will say hello to him and learn about his victory or defeat in the duel and the details.

Miss Albert, who was strategizing, had obviously never expected such a situation. After saying goodbye to the third student who asked about them, she said goodbye to Ron on the spiral staircase, and then went to the principal's office high up alone. Gone.

The furnishings in the principal's office were the same as before Dumbledore left. The only difference was that the Sorting Hat that was originally placed aside was placed in the center of the large desk. It looked like someone had moved it before he could move it. He put it back.

Mr. Sorting Hat spends most of his time sleeping. This magical hat instilled with the will of the original founders of each house is as tattered as in previous years. If someone reaches out and pats him, it will definitely raise a big bell. A pile of dust.

Dumbledore looked like he was going to talk to Harry for quite some time, and he didn't look like someone who would leave his friends alone. Miss Albert jumped up and down under the large table, and then sat down slowly on Dumbledore's favorite throne.

"It's so cool!" she said.

In Dumbledore's office, only his throne hides the most secrets. In order to take care of the old man's overburdened back, it was cleverly designed, and the cushions and armchairs were cast with a super-puffing charm. It was soft to sit on, but not too strenuous. She had been coveting this stool for a long time.

"Very comfortable, right?" A discordant voice appeared. He was so hoarse that he looked a bit like a ghost seeking life in the empty principal's office.

Clooney was startled and jumped up from the stool: "God! I'm just trying! Sir!"

She felt that Dumbledore was not so stingy as not to allow anyone to sit on his daisy throne, and even set up a reminder magic to warn intruders! But no matter what, it’s okay to apologize first!

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The voice said, and then coughed twice.

By the time he was done coughing, he sounded much better than the ghost whose throat had been cut and then gurgled.

"It's me!" he said.

"It's you!" She finally traced the sound and movements and found the source of the incident. The old hat opened and closed and was speaking to her.

"This is really rare!" said Clowney, "I have never seen you not drowsy!"

"You have to know that people can't always sleep." The hat said, "Even though I am a hat, I am a thinking magic hat!"

"It's hard to say..." she replied, "After all, I have never seen you awake except at the opening ceremony!"

But she wasn't prepared to dwell on this topic, which obviously made the hat unhappy: "Then why are you here today instead of on the original shelf?"

“Because I originally had tasks that needed to be done,” he said. “Obviously, I’m not needed anymore.”

"Does that mean things are going smoothly?"

"That means things are going very smoothly," Hat replied.

The Sorting Hat saw Miss Albert desperately pulling candies from Dumbledore's few jars storing sizzling honey candies, and subconsciously wanted to save Dumbledore's favorite snacks from being eaten by this greedy man. The little snake ate until there was nothing left, and he asked: "How should I say, Clooney, how are you doing at Hogwarts?"

"How are you doing?" Miss Albert replied vaguely, her mouth stuffed with large packages of her favorite wizarding sweets that she often sent to Dumbledore, "I think Not bad, sir.”

This seemed to make her talk: "To be honest, I was very disappointed at first. You clearly didn't give me any chance to explain!"

"Harry told me that you listened to his wishes!" she said, "I almost thought that I was assigned to Slytherin because I wasn't smart enough, brave enough, and loyal enough! "

"Then you still haven't heard that most of the time I never listen to other people's wishes." The Sorting Hat said, "But your situation is different from them."