Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Miss Albert hurried over as soon as she received the letter. Through the door key and the connected fireplace, she suddenly appeared in front of Harry's eyes, pulling the reluctant bird along with her.

Hedwig obviously didn't like this feeling of being turned upside down. It was completely different from the feeling of flying in the sky. She had never felt her stomach so clearly before.

Hedwig was very angry and flapped Miss Albert's head with his huge, huge wings. When Harry saw them, Hedwig was still screaming angrily, and the down on his wings was all over the floor. Yes, if he hadn't seen her, Harry would have even wondered if he had entered a slaughtering scene by mistake.

"Hedaway!" Harry shouted, and took the angry bird off Miss Albert's head, and then looked over with a clear face, "Claudine!"

Miss Albert nodded at him.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly!" Harry said in amazement, "After all, everything has been resolved."

"So, what happened?" Miss Albert smiled as she put aside the scattered feathers and looked over, "Why did you suddenly live here?"

The Leaky Cauldron...how should I put it, just like when she first came to Diagon Alley, it was still shabby and dirty. Except for some wizards with special quirks, no one who liked cleanliness would want to Stay for him. Clooney had not thought that the accommodation conditions here were not bad - at least the quilt was not blackened, and there were no unknown marks scattered in the corners or drawers.

Just a little shabby.

Clooney glanced at the crumbling wooden beam and couldn't help but cast a spell to apply the broken branches to the main trunk.

This will keep it in this state for at least a few days.

Harry recounted the ins and outs of the incident, as well as the interview he received with the Minister of Magic.

Naturally, he received a hostile response from Crowney: "That kind of person is really rude."

"No matter how familiar a relative is, she wouldn't say such disgusting and vicious words." Clowney said, "If it were me, Harry, if it were me, I would try my best to scold her without using magic." The body is completely damaged."

"If she dares say that, I'll slap her face in, Harry."

"You did nothing wrong."

Miss Albert was like a very reliable elder who was always on his side. Her warm fingers with silver embossed rings covered the back of his cold hands: "And, You didn't mean it, did you? No one would blame a little wizard for accidentally losing control of his magic when no harm was caused."

"I didn't yell back." Harry recalled his state at that time. He was so angry that he fainted with anger.

Perhaps after the quarrel, everyone would blame themselves for not using their full strength. He pouted in frustration.

"That shows that you are really well-educated." Clooney shrugged, "I am only polite to those who deserve it."

Then, she pulled out the small wooden stool that was hidden under the bed to ensure enough space in the room: "Do you have to return to Diagon Alley before dark?"

"Why? Residential surveillance?"

"I have no idea--"

"What do you think, Harry?"

"I think it's pretty good." He replied, "The environment is very good. At least you don't have to be angry with your aunt's family."

"but..."

Clooney didn't understand why the Ministry of Magic arranged for Harry to live here. Maybe it was because they thought he had nowhere to go?

She sneered: She didn't have a good impression of the current Ministry of Magic. After hearing about Harry Potter's experience in the Muggle world, the credibility of the Ministry of Magic, a small government in the wizarding world, had long been lost here. live.

No matter how unreliable, Harry, as a heroic orphan after the war - at least this is what all the official documents state, and the various inhuman treatments he received in the Muggle world were not discovered by any wizard?

This is too ridiculous. Letting Harry Potter grow up alone and frightened is a good thing these people did.

Now you have to leave him here alone for some inexplicable reason?

"You can come to my house," she said, "or, if you feel uncomfortable, you can live in Pointer End Alley, or you can go to the farm, anywhere."

"But that would be too lonely." Harry thought for a while, but declined. "There are many people here, and I don't have to worry about my magic being discovered. I think it's great."

This is indeed a very good reason, being alone can always make people feel bored. At least the wizards coming and going in Diagon Alley all know the famous Harry Potter, and the wizards going shopping won't look at him strangely just because he's wandering the streets alone. If he goes to Pointer End - he can't be expected to go to Professor Snape, right?

Snape was certainly not an easy person to get along with. A chill ran down Crowney's back at the thought of them sitting happily together.

"Okay." She finally compromised, "If you have any questions, you can always come to me, Harry."

"I probably understand." But Clooney still pursed her lips very dissatisfied, which made her increasingly mature face look a little serious, "Don't worry about those things, Harry. If possible, I still hope you encounter difficulties. You can think of me when you are there - we are friends, and you are very important to me."

"Don't underestimate yourself." She pointed pointedly at the silver spherical pendant hanging on his chest - this was the original improved version of the door key. "Compared with many things, I don't want the suffering you encounter to bring you sadness."

"You are by no means alone." Young Miss Albert promised him, "As long as you want it, I will do my best to stand by your side."