Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This year's Halloween follows the style of Miss Albert's vampire from last year, and the castle is full of little bats flying busy.

It's a pity that they didn't find the fruit bat from last year. It seems that it was a small animal that was invited to visit the show.

Miss Albert was beaming in her latest creation. This year she wore two long goat horns in an attempt to play the role of a blue-lettered devil.

She even drew herself a blank "Devil's Notebook" with a golden inverted six-pointed star engraved on the cover as a decoration.

Belbek was poked in the eye by the goat horn that towered into the sky. He turned his head to look at it from time to time, and even asked her in a low voice if she could give the horn to him after the carnival was over.

He seemed to love these eye-catching horns so much that he almost forgot that they were still enemies in public.

"Get out of the way, Beck!" Hellus Wilson pushed the boy who was growing taller away from him, his brows frowning and relaxing.

Only then did Baker come back to his senses and tried his best to think of some good ideas to ridicule: "You are still cheerful on Halloween! You are the only one! Albert!"

Because of his tone, Miss Albert couldn't help but think of another boy who liked to pronounce the T more strongly.

As expected, the junior boy still enjoyed provoking Harry Potter.

The boys also seemed to be looking forward to Halloween very much. Malfoy found some shabby black robes somewhere, full of holes, and some were stained with dust.

Emilia clicked her tongue in disgust and moved her snow-white dress dotted with ice-like gems away from them: "God, they don't feel disgusted either!"

Boy...

The Weasley boys often play with dung balls as snowballs.

Miss Albert didn't want to mention it at dinner, so she pretended she didn't remember it.

"Butter!" Malfoy hid himself under the hood excitedly, and several boys ran after Harry's butt, whining around the corner.

"Woooooo~" A strange cry, like someone crying, appeared in the back of their heads like a shadow.

Malfoy turned his head happily, and before the smile disappeared from his face, he was startled by the spiral pattern on the sheep's horns.

There was nothing under the hood in front of him, only green shading and two weird old eyes, which looked like a mutated snail.

When they turned their heads, the eyes above them moved flexibly - each position was different, and then they locked onto Malfoy.

"Ahhh!" Malfoy screamed and jumped back, only to realize that the culprit was Albert, who was half-crouching.

"Ahhh!" His face turned red with embarrassment, and he glared at the lengthened hood, before running away in panic under the white eyes of the Gryffindor boys.

"I didn't say anything." Miss Albert smiled kindly at their backs mysteriously, "It's just Halloween."

The frightened Malfoy did not say the classic line: "My father will know about this!"

This indeed made the Gryffindor little lions feel extremely novel. This mystery was even more attractive than Miss Albert's dark dress.

The demon gently lifted his purple lining covered with mysterious herb patterns, made a silencing gesture to them, and then wandered towards Slytherin's long table.

"Why are you teasing him?" Helles patted her shoulder affectionately.

"Harry was not eligible to apply for Hogward." Clowney said, "Do you remember the scene when we were first allowed to go to Hogward?"

"Oh... that's really a bit bad." Emilia used her silver little fork to abuse the poor, upside-down caramel pudding on her plate, while carelessly feeding Ravenclaw Looking over the long table, "I remember our entire grade went there."

"Except me." Miss Albert added heartily.

"Except for you." Amelia smiled stupidly, as if she didn't hear her words clearly.

"What are you looking at..." The girls followed her line of sight and saw only a piece of Lan YaYa's curtain and Miss Bagno. She raised her eyebrows when she saw their strange expressions.

"Nothing..." Emilia replied cheerfully, at least her attention was not always directed towards the blue one.

Back in the dormitory, the salamander rescued (robbed) from the Weasley brothers was jumping around in the stove. They added more firewood to the fireplace, and the whole lounge seemed even hotter.

The strong fire twisted the surrounding light into a ball like the midsummer sun. It was not until they strengthened the heat insulation spell that the lounge became cold again.

Slytherin's rest room is underwater, and when other little animals complain about how hot their rest room is, the Slytherins' voices are always not heard.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw always keep their curtains closed during the day. They live too high. The sun during the day is hotter than ten furnaces. Living there is like being locked in an alchemy furnace and being baked. .

Miss Albert pressed her face against the cool glass near the Black Lake, feeling comfortable and ready to take a nap here.

But soon, the bustling students emerged again. Miss Albert was squeezed out of the cellar by the children with her eyes wide open.

I heard someone shouting: "Prefect of fifth grade? Prefect of fifth grade?"

Miss Albert pushed aside the little carrot in front of her and squeezed out from the crowd: "Yes, I'm here."

"It's time to gather urgently." Crowney recognized the man as seventh-grade Brassels Parkinson, who had hair like a poodle like his sister.

"Thank you, Parkinson." Clooney nodded friendly and followed him to the auditorium.

"What happened?" Avoiding a Gryffindor who rushed into the auditorium, Miss Albert arranged her school robe without leaving any trace.

"Honestly..." Parkinson said, "I don't know what's going on even more than you do."

Bo Xi was more reliable. When he saw the belated prefects, he finally told the whole story.

Sirius Black broke into the castle and attacked the hapless portrait at the door of the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady's sobbing voice filled every frame.

No wonder Miss Albert could only see some empty background paintings without any characters when she arrived.

"The faculty and Dumbledore will conduct a thorough search of the castle." Percy frowned seriously, "The current prefects need to stand guard at the entrance to the auditorium."

"The question is, how did he get in?" Miss Albert asked.

"No one knows." Bo Xi shrugged his shoulders good-naturedly, "If we knew what was going on, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

The prefects arranged their classes and decided to take turns watching the whole night.

The entrance to the auditorium has two directions, one side faces the castle, and the other side is a large open square. If it is a snowy day, students can still build snowmen in it, and teachers will not order it to be cleaned up due to any civilized construction requirements.

In order to provide timely feedback when problems arise, Boxi decided to have senior students lead junior students on cross-post duty. So Clowney was sorted with a seventh year Ravenclaw.

What a shame, they weren't assigned a spot where they could see the stars.

Miss Albert yawned hard: "It's unimaginable that Black can actually come to school——"

Miss Albert was suddenly woken up from her sleep and received the schedule in a daze. She didn't have any sense of crisis. She yawned one after another and couldn't stop no matter what she felt.

It seemed like she wasn't going to continue what she was saying.

The seventh-year Ravenclaw student then answered: "Yes, this is too unbelievable."

"I really didn't expect that I would have such a strange experience before graduation." He seemed a little excited. "Honestly, the scares in the past few years have been enough for me to write a book."

"Maybe! Brother!" Miss Albert thought of publishing a book and biographies, and thought of Lockhart's well-known biographies that were read like famous works. There must be people buying these books over the years."

"Start with 'The Rise of the Man'?" he laughed, "and then move on to 'I shared a classroom with a murderer'?"

"Then it's better to say goodbye." Miss Albert laughed loudly, "Then we are not the best magic school in the world."

"That is the most dangerous magic school in the world."

The knight next to the knight who was always humming rarely spoke up and joined in their chat.

"It's rare to see you open your mouth to talk to us?" the Ravenclaw senior asked.

"Honestly, man." Armor said, "If there was someone humming the same song next to you every day, you would not want to say anything."

"Then have you ever thought about separation?"

"Then you become a single person," he said. "That's probably a bit pitiful."

"Who didn't say so?" the senior said, "We even stand guard in pairs."

"Claudine Albert."

"My long-awaited name, Miss Slytherin's good old lady? Cristiano Bagno." Mr. Bagno took the friendly palm extended by Crowney in a friendly manner.

"Bagno?" Crowney raised his eyebrows.

"I often hear my sister talking about you, miss."

Noli never said she had a brother. Clooney's expression remained unchanged and she was not prepared to offend this lively Ravenclaw. She nodded happily.