Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Are we going on night patrol together later?" Clooney whispered in Tesar's ear, "Or are we separate?"

"Together." The boy replied briefly, "Professor Snape will be with us today. It will be together later."

"understood."

"I didn't say much at the meeting today," Tesar said. "The main thing was to welcome the new prefect and talk about some precautions for prefects."

"But the rules and regulations remain the same. I know you care."

"Rules and regulations?"

"The attached page of the letter of resignation." The boy looked at her suspiciously, "You haven't opened it yet and read it, have you?"

His guess was correct. Miss Albert was so busy that she really didn't have time to take it apart and look at it. She thought it was just a congratulatory message like "Congratulations on becoming the fifth-grade prefect."

Although strictly speaking these are true.

"Hahaha..." Clooney laughed dryly, trying to get away with it, "Thank you, Tesar."

"Owen."

"what?"

"I mean, just call me Owen." The grown-up Mr. Tesar no longer spoke in the sweet tone of the time. He didn't know when his voice changed, but it wasn't deep at all, but at least he could tell he was a boy.

"Okay, Owen."

The moonlight is as smooth and mellow as running water, shining on people's shoulders like off-white silk gauze ribbons. Professor Snape's deep voice could even resonate with the occasional rumble of water in the basement.

He still has a bad face, even in the new semester.

But at least he can now use a stink face instead of his original expression without mechanism, which may be a good thing.

"To be honest, I didn't expect to face OWL so soon." Miss Albert tried to find a topic. In front of this teacher who had been with her for five years without looking up, she couldn't help but change. It feels a little childish, like suddenly changing from a cold mute to a chirping lark.

"If it's you, you don't have to worry, right?" Owen turned his head and stretched his neck over Snape to answer her, "I remember your grades are really good."

"Without astronomy..." Clowney said, "My parents believed that I should expand my possibilities infinitely - they wanted me to pass every exam before I was sure what I wanted to do in the future. ."

"I'm really not interested in planets." She exhaled with a sad face, "I don't think that watching the clear sky in the middle of the night can bring any special enlightenment to people."

Snape snorted and pushed the boy's elongated head back to its original position: "It seems that our Miss Know-It-All is very confident in other subjects?"

"Confidence?" The cheeky Miss Albert didn't seem to know what a blow was, or she had never taken Snape's habitual cynicism to heart. "As your so-and-so, your favorite disciple, of course I Be confident, Professor."

Protégé?

Snape remembered that he had indeed used this title in a Potions class last year in order to see Miss Albert's joke.

But he didn't expect that Albert would use it here.

Snape almost laughed out of anger, his face was expressionless and he walked faster.

No one had ever seen Snape look deflated, not to mention that the person who made him deflated was actually a student. Although Miss Albert took advantage of him to make him right, who would have thought of this?