Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Miss Albert was quite cunning, which reminded her of the aristocratic men she was talking to at that time, although he was also included among them.

"You know what? From your point of view, you are in danger." The Sorting Hat, or Salazar Slytherin, replied coldly.

When he comes up, he is like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity - as long as her reply dissatisfies her, he will spring up and bite her throat, or inject venom into the weak human body: "From the Muggle world, He received a good education and dug up the history of wizards from bottom to bottom in just a few years."

"I have to say, you are very perceptive, so perceptive that even I am surprised."

"Because you have changed so much..." Clooney did not feel any pressure, nor did she when she knew the thoughts of Salazar Slytherin, the current owner of the Sorting Hat in front of her. It made her feel something special—although this conversation across a thousand years made her feel a little awkward.

But she still answered honestly: "You can tell at a glance... It's a different person."

The Sorting Hat stiffened for a moment. Thousands of years of memory had indeed made him pay less attention to the characteristics of being a "human" in some aspects. In this regard, the Sorting Hat did much better than him.

"So, what's your answer?"

"Isn't it your intention to come to Slytherin?" Miss Albert said with a smile, "If I go to Gryffindor, I might be keen on playing around with my friends and become a I don’t have to be a Quidditch player, and I definitely spend most of my time exploring with my friends.”

"If I go to Ravenclaw, I will definitely spend most of my time in the library of the college. I will have no time to care about other people's opinions."

“And if I went to Hufflepuff—” she said, “I might be more interested in making friends with people, standing up for myself, occasionally studying what justice is, and then spending more time with little creatures. Together - after all, this is the atmosphere in this school."

"Then I indulge in studying delicious food every day."

"The most important thing is! No matter which house I'm in!!!! I can do it!!!! Play Quidditch happily!!!!" She said each dissatisfied word heavily, so as to be precise convey her resentment.

"But you just sorted me into Slytherin, so that I had to face a group of classmates who wanted to discriminate against me, a stable and rigid lower-level environment, and hierarchical interactions." She said, "Isn't this what you gave birth to? ?”

"It wasn't me," Salazar Slytherin said lowly, "I didn't choose you, it was you who chose Slytherin, girl."

"What the Sorting Hat said is just to make you accept your decision earlier."

"my decision?"

"If the wizarding world needs a reform, or the world needs a beginning of change," Slytherin said, "your heart says that everything can start from you."

"I didn't have this idea at the time." Miss Albert replied angrily, "I didn't even know that the magical world was like this!"

Slytherin seemed to have forgotten his initial aggressiveness. In order to let the girl in front of him better understand his thoughts, he actually explained: "At that time, you were looking for a definite goal for your future, not a fun goal. .Since you want to change the world—make it a better place. Then the world of magic is also included in the world..."

"So you think you can start with me? Change everything? Let me become that completely different pebble thrown into the water?" Miss Albert didn't seem to accept this idea. "How old was I then? What did I think about it? I don’t even have that kind of confidence..."

"I'm quite grateful for your optimism." Miss Albert laughed and stopped arguing with him. "Mr. Slytherin - do you feel better like this? I mean, you Do you still think I’m dangerous?”

"Your plan is quite good." Slytherin seemed moved by the melting atmosphere, "But whether it is dangerous or not is relative. I have seen all the changes in Hogwarts, even if I am just a memory, even mixed with other people..."

"But you satisfy me very much." He said, "I wonder if I solved a little problem for you today."

"If that's the case -" Clooney's eyes lit up immediately. If you look carefully, you can see the traces of greed and ill-intention hidden inside. "Actually, I have a very important question."

The Sorting Hat nodded, believing that only he could answer this question—if it was an ordinary question that she couldn't answer, she would just go to Dumbledore or Snape.

"Do you have any secret treasures hidden?"