Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The man didn't make a sound. Just lying there seemed to be able to cause a very violent impact to Miss Albert in front of him.

That person, or rather, a body would be more appropriate to call him. He was not handsome, maybe because no one had ever seen him look handsome, or maybe because no one could tell what he looked like in life from the rotting corpse.

The students let out an exclamation, and someone glanced uncomfortably at Albert, who was standing alone in front. She had no reaction.

The indifferent back looked like the person lying in front of her was someone who was insignificant to her. She didn't react more or less to the things that appeared in front of her like anyone else before - wasn't that the case for anyone?

If what was before her was something she truly feared, how could she not show it at all?

Only Lupine, who was facing the students, could see it clearly.

This girl who always had a serious expression and never showed any panic even when faced with the intimidation of Dementors, her round cat eyes shrank in an instant, revealing the vague blue and white hair in them. pupil.

Almost instantly, the color disappeared.

Deeper vertical lines were faintly revealed in the black pupils.

She didn't look right, but people thought she was so confident that she could face any difficulty. Including fear.

But for a minor, even though she seems to have experienced hundreds of battles and is omnipotent, she still has secrets buried deep in her heart, buried in an unknown place.

No one knows him——

She pursed her lips tightly and thought.

The person pretending to be a Boggart coughed, and his chest began to beat up and down without praying. But physically...he wasn't breathing. The half-dried carrion opened his eyes, and the cellophane-like eyes were not infected by the bacteria that brought corruption at all.

The mummy half-opened his eyes and just raised his head slightly, his appearance changed again.

Like a black whirlpool, the boggart carried the entity's body away. At the end of the whirlpool, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher with a purple turban and a listless voice stood in front of everyone.

His face was pale and his body was thin, which was connected with the cowardly and incompetent teacher in their impression a few years ago.

Who can fear him? A minion of Voldemort? Or an inexperienced Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? They all described him this way.

Only Cedric's face turned sour: it was he who had persuaded her to ask about the professor who had previously taught Muggle general studies at the school, and they had developed a connection, so much so that this short-lived professor was also there. A very powerful addition was added to Albert's record of "his own inability to do anything".

Only when faced with many people does a Boggart become less threatening due to the fear of not knowing who it will turn into.

The classmates immediately exploded, thinking that Miss Albert was not as able to deal with it as easily as anyone before, and she wanted to study this strange phenomenon.

Although there is such a factor in it - Claudine really wants to understand what his deepest fear is. This is a very mysterious feeling. She knows that it is roughly like this, but in most cases it does not seem to be like this in her practice.

Round and round - what exactly is it?

Professor Quirrell's originally expressionless yellow face turned into an embarrassed expression the moment his eyes came into contact with Miss Albert. It's hard to describe. It's probably like sticking your mouth up to your nose, making you look like you're crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling.

A string of tears fell from his eyes.

Miss Albert took a step back.

Quirrell covered his face and placed his palm across his front.

He screamed silently, and with his movements, from top to bottom, his body began to gradually turn into ashes.

Of course, the Boggart did not die, and his unknown figure quickly regrouped.

Lupine did not recognize the first two people. He had never seen these people before. For many reasons, he did not have the time or energy to pay attention to these things. His life was enough to keep his brain moving.

But then, the person the Boggart turned into was something he was no longer familiar with.

He has black hair, black eyes, and a permanently furrowed brow, which makes him look unpleasant to everyone.

Mean and vicious, this is everyone's consensus on him.

The headmaster of Slytherin collapsed in front of everyone, his hand covering the bleeding throat, and he kept making a terrifying sound of blood flowing back into the trachea.

The blood spurted out from between his fingers.

The strong Head of Slytherin never showed his vulnerable side.

His mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he was saying something. But can't hear clearly.

Miss Albert covered her face.

Lupine's brows furrowed tightly. Not only him, but the surrounding students also saw this horrifying scene. Although they knew it was a Boggart, it was not a good experience to witness a teacher in his school being seriously injured.

Thanks to Headless Nick’s hard work over the years, the children did not cry for father and mother after witnessing this scene.

The Boggart is still changing, and will not stop its changing actions just because of their surprise or the difficulty of accepting it.

But ever since the dark and unprovoked dean appeared, Boggart went crazy and began to take on the appearance of various people.

Some Lupines have seen them, and some Lupines have not. They all seem to be on the verge of death, or have already died, and have no intention of attacking anyone.

As he changed faster and faster, at a certain moment, the Boggart turned into Cedric standing behind Miss Albert.

Cedric Diggory's face was blue, without a trace of blood, like a zombie that had been sucked by blood or transformed, with his eyes closed tightly and standing stiffly upright. The half-open wardrobe looked like the coffin he had just pushed open.

"It's better not to go on like this." Cedric's face didn't look good. Witnessing your own death is not a pleasant thing to say, "It needs to stop."

He stood closest to her, after all, he was the next one to take the stage to demonstrate. So only he saw the clear veins exposed on Miss Albert's fingers up close.

If what she held in her hand was not a wand, but an ordinary branch, I believe it would have been broken in her hand.

Crowney - not as easy as he thought. The boggart encompasses almost everyone she knows in its rapid transformation.

Cedric seized the opportunity and stepped forward. He had mixed feelings, but he still squeezed her palm from behind.

"Claudine." He hadn't spoken since just now. His throat was tight and his voice was hoarse, "I'm here."

Miss Albert was breathing heavily, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

Hearing his voice, she could barely move her eyes away from Boggart Cedric.

"Said immediately," she whispered back.

The world was twisting and spinning like a changing Boggart, and Miss Albert found it difficult to see the world as usual. It's like an action camera that has dropped its frame rate. Everything is a beat slower and extra blurry.

The Boggart finally stopped changing forms.

This gave Miss Albert some breathing space: Cedric was standing right next to her.

Is there anything in the world more exciting and comical than death?

Miss Albert tilted her head and looked at her friend who showed no signs of life in front of her.

"It's the disappearance of death." She answered herself in her mind.

"Funny." Lifting her arms that were too tight and weak, Miss Albert's spell knocked the Boggart back to the closet.

She finally understood what she feared most.

That thing cannot be seen or touched, but it is always with you.