Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Her dog was very obedient, as smart as any other dog, and not an idiot.

The obedience of dogs is always better than that of cats. Although Tutu is always lazy, he almost obeys her. He won't lie down if you give him a handshake, and he's even learned tricks like rolling around and pretending to be dead.

Hey! Who says an old dog can't learn new tricks!

Although Mr. Black could understand her - she guessed, after all, every time she spoke to Mr. Black seriously, her fluffy cat ears would always turn around and her tail would sway unconsciously. .

Although he always pretended not to hear anything - he just didn't want to do it.

Crowney finally understood why people always love dogs and chase stray cats away when they see them. Compared with Black Cat, Bu Laitu really looks like an angel.

Not only can she not wave the dog and give her a slap in the face no matter how she handles it, but she can also let people lie on her belly to sleep anytime and anywhere. This is the treatment that Mr. Black will never give her!

Dogs have a short lifespan, especially the larger the dog. Miss Albert had no idea how many years Brighto had left to live, but he looked to have lived about half of an average dog's life.

"Alas..." Miss Albert sighed, "I heard from Professor Sylvanus that Mr. Black has the blood of a catnive, which is why he is so ridiculously big."

"Magical creatures generally have long lifespans." Crowney said, "You don't look like a magical dog at all. You are not pure white, and you don't have two tails."

"Mr. Black will be very sad if you leave then."

"Of course, I didn't mean that I wouldn't be sad." She patted the dog's head a little embarrassedly, "You are a good dog, Brighto, and I hope you live longer."

Braitu was half lying on the grass, tilting his head back. His movements were very funny. Most of his dark eyes were white, making him look particularly innocent.

After hearing her words, Bletou gave the back of her hand a friendly lick.

At this moment she finally felt a little bit like Brighto's identity had changed from "Mr. Black's dog" to "Albert's dog".

She had to admit that at first she only reluctantly came to see the smelly big dog because Mr. Black seemed to really want a little brother of his own.

Getting a Ruyilang dog is a very rare thing for a cat.

But now she thinks that it would be very nice if Brightu was her dog.

They could walk together and take Mr. Black with them everywhere.

Brighto is neither noisy nor fussy, nor will he become impatient because he stays in one place for too long, or bark randomly because he is afraid of his surroundings. He looks like a born companion dog.

Crowney wanted to put many beautiful words in the world on Bletou. Dogs are truly beautiful creatures in the world - not the most beautiful because there is also Mr. Black, the most beautiful cat in the world!

The fur on Mr. Black's back stood up. He only used the toes of his four feet to move, and the insteps were arched. Then he crawled out of the distant bushes with his head weirdly tilted, and then jumped and hit the dog's face.

Next up is Crookshanks.

They don't look normal at all.

She saw in Bletou's face a tolerant kindness she had never thought she could see in a dog's face.

This is a little weird.

The big dog carried the heavy footprints of the two giant cats and began to chase them in a game of chase.

Crazy Mr. Black never cares about weak humans...

Clooney stared at a white mark on his arm made by a cat's paw. An earlier news suddenly appeared in his mind: a man suddenly suffered from abdominal pain at home. After examination at the hospital, the stomach wall was ruptured. The culprit turned out to be Parkour at home. kitten.

She quickly turned over and sat upright.

"Yes, yes, cats are really good at using small animals to make big things happen." Miss Albert checked in annoyance to see if her fragile body was intact under the giant cat's attack.

After a while, Bu Laitu lay down on the grass with Mr. Black's huge head in his mouth.

Nearly a month of good food has made him fat and strong. There is no sign of wandering at all, and even the hair that was originally dry and dry has become shiny and smooth.

At the end of October, Miss Albert received a piece of bad news - the Friesian horse she had known at the racecourse since she was a child was about to be euthanized due to a broken leg bone. After learning the news, Dunif immediately sent a message home and wanted to make an appointment with her. Visit to pay your respects when you have time.

"It's just a broken leg bone." Miss Albert frowned dissatisfied and said to herself while replying to her friend, "What's the point?"

This does have something.

Without the intervention of potions, this would have been an almost fatal injury to a fragile horse. Fractures in tall horses are generally comminuted. Due to the special physiological structure of horses, they cannot get a good rest during the recovery period from injuries.

As long as their foot bones are injured, what awaits them is either a delayed and prolonged death, or immediate depression.

Raw bone water is a blessing for any animal - but before magic is officially opened to ordinary people, no Muggle can enjoy this blessing.

So she added another letter:

Dear Mom and Dad:

You're doing well lately, Mom and Dad. How are your brothers and sisters doing too? Will the sweet dream potion I sent help them?

I have something to ask you for help.

Listen to Daphne: Mary is about to be euthanized by a racecourse.

I think I have another way.

I wonder if you can help me buy Mary? You know, I still have a farm in Scotland and she's still in her early teens! It would be a pity if his life ended like this.

The price is easy to say, I have made a little money in recent years.

Let me thank you first! >Wo

Love you, Clowney.

Fortunately, the Alberts almost always responded to this precocious girl. Because the horse was about to be scrapped, the racecourse did not charge any fees.

"This saves a lot of euthanasia money." The rugged red-haired man laughed heartily, "If you think you can, take it. Otherwise, the cost of landfill will be huge."

"Honestly," he said honestly, "I don't think she's going to recover."

"This is just my daughter's wish." Mr. Albert replied slickly, "She likes this pony very much. Within our capabilities, she still hopes to give it a try."

"According to the agreement, you can't let it turn into horse meat, man." The horse farm owner said, "But I won't pay for the treatment."

"How can we?" Mr. Albert shook hands with him and motioned to the workers on the truck to move the horse onto it.

The trucking ended at a small farm not far from here, where Mr. Albert temporarily rented an abandoned stable.

After the horses were settled, he pulled out the sword from the knight on a silver coin.

Just hearing a "bang", an ugly monster appeared in front of him.

"Nini." Mr. Albert nodded towards the big-eyed, hairless creature.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir." The omnipotent house elf touched the non-existent sweat on her head. Long-distance apparation didn't seem to be difficult for her at all. It takes some preparation though.

Mary was startled by this weird creature. The horse's face spread out in all directions, and its facial features fled everywhere. It seemed that it could get up and escape in the next second.

Mr Abbott tried to calm the horse's head but it was too panicked.

Turning your head is like taking the stranger's finger in a horse's mouth.

The house elf tapped its head with its knuckles. Visibly, its eyelids began to tremble, and after a while the horse fell into a deep sleep.

This seems to really subvert people's cognition.

Although Miss Albert studied at the Magic Academy, she almost never used this magical power at home - because of a certain secrecy law. This was the first time he had watched this mysterious magic work.

It really makes people feel fear. People have this natural fear and worry about forces and creatures that they cannot control.

If this monster - they call it a house elf - is not an "employee" of the daughter he is most familiar with, he will definitely try to get rid of this weird creature in any way at the first opportunity. Or stay away from her.

"Then let's leave it like this for now." Mr. Albert nodded towards Nini, "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's my honor to work for you, sir." The elf in a suit bowed politely, and lightly stamped his polished leather shoes on the dirty haystack before disappearing in an instant. without a trace.

Mr. Albert looked left and right, and not a speck of smoke was stirred up in the stable.

Only the shape of a horse was left in the haystack, and people could vaguely recognize that a tall horse once lay here.