Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Weasleys are poor for a reason.

George and Fred had already excitedly told her, back when she was still in the French Republic, that Mr. Weasley had won the annual Daily Prophet's Gold Galleons and that they were going to give it to him over the holidays. Plans to splurge those gold coins over the holidays.

God! They just grabbed some money!

Thinking of the two lively friends, Miss Albert smiled unconsciously.

The Weasley brothers have plans for their future lives and are already preparing to put some of their stuff on the market at this age.

"Don't be the richest businessman! But be the most interesting inventor!" they always say.

But Fred and George, who were independent, always declined other people's offers of help, and were not even willing to speak to their families about this matter.

Miss Albert once asked them why they were unwilling to accept their request for a partnership.

George just replied very inscrutably at the time: "It's a little selfishness of our own, miss."

"We very much welcome your technology, Clooney." Fred said affectionately at that time, "but we hope that the start-up funds will be solved by ourselves."

They did not need the funds of Miss Albert, who was now considered wealthy.

"But why?" she asked. "I heard you were willing to recruit others."

"I am indeed optimistic about your project?" she asked, "aren't we usually together?"

"Maybe it's because it's not time yet!" The two boys answered her doubts in unison, covered her mouth, and sent her to do other things, as long as she didn't continue to ask.

Clooney really didn't quite understand what his two friends were thinking, and even felt a little strange in his heart because he had repeatedly encountered obstacles with them. But it was just a flash: maybe it was a little selfish on the part of the boys, and they and the Weasleys didn't even mention it.

what is this? Have the boys grown up? Clooney secretly smiled again. Did he regard them as his own children?

What—she was the one who was clearly being cared for.

Forwarding a letter isn't expensive, of course - no one would want a poor owl to deliver a letter across continents, right? Not to mention the time consumed, isn’t this behavior considered animal cruelty?

Except for letters from people she knew well, Nini, who was still busy working on the farm, did not deliver letters whose names she had never seen before, even though they had the same surname.

Although the Weasley brothers had already read their ridicule about Percy's candidacy for student union president in their ghostly letters, it was another thing to find a letter from Percy in his mailbox.

Clooney spread out the white letters solemnly stamped with tight lacquer on the desk at her farm, waved away the fairies who were constantly poking her eyes with branch staffs, and politely invited them to go outside the house and left. In his own habitat, the tree guard, who looked angry that she was gone forever, carefully opened the letter from Percy Weasley with a knife.

It was left for a while and was delivered to her by Nini along with other letters from all directions.

The boy actually said hello to her and included a postcard from Egypt - something very popular in the Muggle world, right?

Clooney saw the glittering golden pyramid on the postcard, and his eyes were illuminated by a light modified by some unknown magic.

Her expression was a bit incomprehensible.

Of course, it is quite a great thing for Percy to become the President of the Student Union. His grades are also very good. He is not as calm as a Gryffindor in his behavior. Even Slytherin admires him so much. He deserves it!

He received mixed reviews from his own college.

Some Gryffindors think that he is too harsh on the people in his own house - of course, these actions seem to you to be the malicious intent of those who have committed wrongdoings and do not receive any favoritism - they are obviously in conflict with other houses. In most conflicts, Percy would first safeguard his own interests.

For this good thing, Clowney decided to give him a congratulatory gift.

But what is the right gift?

It has to be something practical. The pen has already been given away, and the notebook is not suitable for such an important occasion. For a person's promotion gift, it is always good to give some ties and cuffs. But this would be a bit too intimate, right? Moreover, too expensive trinkets may require an extra decent suit - Percy's character will not be happy about receiving an expensive suit, and he may even feel that he has been insulted.

certainly! certainly! She can't be such a rude person!

If it has to be a little more expensive, the cost will not be low, it has to be highly practical, and it has to be in line with Percy's personal rigorous temperament...

How about a gift bag with a magic circle?

The Ministry of Magic's traceless extension spells cannot be used for private purposes, but can only be used for the production of individual items approved by the relevant departments of the Ministry of Magic, but these are things that are already common in the market. She thought that Percy had quite a lot of personal belongings - when she saw him, he was always sorting his things into categories. A legal, high-standard but not obtrusive work bag would be more suitable.

After several months of concentrating on magical research, she would certainly not forget her friends in the Muggle world. Although juggling both sides at the same time does occasionally give her the illusion of being overwhelmed, surprisingly she balances well. Daphne and Isabel went to a pretty good private high school and still practiced the iron-blooded policy.

The expensive private high schools still teach them the social etiquette, games and sports among the upper class, as well as the knowledge of drinking and drinking. The evaluation is also very strict, and even letters from Daphne complaining can pile up into a dozen, which makes Claudius suspect that she only expresses her resentment through letters.

She picked out the interesting things that happened in the school, removed the part about magic, and wrote long replies to them. She even added some erotic gossip spread among the colleges. I believe these are full of information and comparable to short stories. The ups and downs of the novel's plot can add a touch of freshness to their boring study life.

If you want to go to a good university, you must also participate in certain activities with high social evaluation. None of the Alberts were in favor of letting those experiences creep into their resume without practice, so in the last few days of school, after she had dealt with the influx of letters, Miss Albert stood in the ranks of the street support group for the first time in a long time.

The police in the area also dispatched Sheriff's deputies, who are usually happy to have their photos appear in the headlines of commendations. Although they are not idle, no one will refuse the extra bonus and the opportunity to be publicized.

The other children usually finished these things during the holidays, so Miss Albert stood out among the adults.

There is a new portrait posted inside the police station. The man on it is thin and haggard, with dirty hair, but he still insists on keeping his hair long. After losing care of it, he looks like a distinguished guest who has not taken a shower in several years. It would also take a pet groomer at least three hours to unclog this kind of hair.

But he doesn't look too bad. His eyes and nose are similar to those of his nose. The strangest thing is that the wanted notice does not say what crime he has committed, but only vaguely emphasizes that you must pay attention to this person.

"It was a sudden request from above." The police chief noticed her gaze and explained to her softly, "It seems that he is a fugitive who has started to appear recently. He must be nearby, so be careful and come to him in time if you have any questions. Find me."

"What crime has he committed?"

"I don't know," the police chief said. "They said he is temporarily defined as a terrorist. After all, he possesses some unknown destructive weapons and guns."

"If such a person appeared on the street, he would definitely be very eye-catching." Clooney no longer looked at the portrait of the dirty man. There was nothing in the Muggle world that could threaten her. If you meet her, she should be the one praying that nothing will happen to you.

"Indeed." The police chief nodded, his well-trained and huge chest muscles rising with his movements.

Crowney forced himself to look away from it.