Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

According to their agreement, Miss Albert could not tell any third person anything about this place.

She didn't understand why Slytherin did this at first, but as she browsed through all the titles, she had to admit that the founder of the school thousands of years ago was right.

The things here are similar to what Green taught her. They are all things that cannot be spread to others. The slightest bit of it will cause an uproar.

He didn't know where he got these things. Therefore, we must put high-level shackles on them.

To them, the world is just a thin piece of paper filled with understandable words.

Anyone can add some changes to the world according to the content inside.

It's unreal - when one person is in control, it's like playing a game.

Of course, this control is conditional.

It's fair to get what you pay for - but when a person knows what he can use as a bargaining chip in exchange and understands the channels of exchange, he is far ahead of others.

It's a pity that Miss Albert is an ordinary person. All she wants is a peaceful death and unburdened labor for all.

On a rainy day, Black Cat lazily hid in his nest. His body was covered with moisture from the rain, and only the smell of the sun remained in his ears.

Clooney began to regret his promise to Harry to come to their game. People couldn't see anything clearly inside the huge rain curtain.

With a stern face, Clowney pulled up his hood and walked to the court alone - even his roommates were unwilling to go out in such horrible weather.

After dumping the cat food stock in their private cave in the rain, Miss Albert was satisfied that she had not pooped or peed here. Seeing her coming, Bu Laitu flicked his tail lazily.

"Lazy dog." Crowney laughed and scolded her, even though she knew it was best for animals to stay in caves on rainy days. After all, her regular guinea pigs have long since nestled under Tu's belly.

"It seems you have a new child, doesn't it?" Clooney laughed at him, and then walked into the rain again with his hood on his head.

Even a storm can't stop the enthusiasm of Quidditch enthusiasts, especially the enthusiasm of some players - except for Quidditch fanatics, the only ones who have the courage to come to the stadium in such bad weather are Supporters of certain players.

This is very similar to the internal ball games in ordinary schools. However, the stands in the school were not big. Miss Albert walked slowly to the Slytherin side and looked up at the stadium.

Quidditch players couldn't isolate themselves from the rain, but she wasn't a player, and she wasn't afraid to cast spells to block her path or path. She quickly separated herself from the raindrops around her.

The range of this spell is quite large, and several girls sneaked in from the side.

"Come on." Miss Albert generously increased the magic output and surrounded the surrounding area. This time even Ravenclaw students sneaked in.

The furthest away is Gryffindor, and the other side is Hufflepuff.

Miss Albert simply walked around the court and cast a spell. After turning on the acceleration spell, she was like a feather blown by the strong wind. It didn't take long for her to complete her masterpiece.

As long as there is no attack, this thin magical barrier will not be broken. For the sake of convenience, she simply cast the spell step by step, and the entire barrier formed a complete ellipse.

"When I have time in the future, I can make an innovative product and sell it to schools." Miss Albert happily admired her masterpiece, "One magic shield only costs a few gold galleons, and it can be used every time, so every year That’s a lot of galleons.”

She chuckled.

From time to time, she could hear the exclamations of students coming from the direction of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and someone shouting her familiar name loudly.

Harry has grown up, and his childish face has revealed a bit of boyish hardness. At first glance, he looks a bit like Tom, but unfortunately his deep eyes are hidden behind his glasses.

When he pursed his lips, he still looked like a little boy who couldn't solve a math problem. Unlike Cedric, who was able to do it with ease, he didn't look so confident.

She could see Fred and George smile at each other before bumping off in Cedric's direction. Cedric is no match for four fists, and he alone may not be able to lead Hufflepuff to victory.

But he was not bad at all, and as the hours passed Gryffindor was only five goals ahead. In a normal game, he is the only Seeker to deal with.

Clooney couldn't help but blink hard, and for a moment Cedric was able to raise his hand to salute her while riding on the broom.

"Oh my god, he's so handsome." The girl beside her exclaimed in a low voice. She originally wanted to come see Harry Potter, but now her eyes were chasing Cedric.

Clooney turned her head, it was someone she knew, Desia from the Interno family.

But soon, even Miss Albert discovered the golden figure. Although the sky was getting darker and darker, the ray of light cast by it reflected a bright ray on the smooth surface of the golden snitch.

The seekers all discovered it, but faster than them were a group of black figures, who jumped in from all sides like a group of ghosts.

Clooney felt a chill behind her, and a familiar sadness that filled her head welled up from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes kept pouring out tears as if she had accidentally eaten the honey from a heartworm.

Someone kept calling her by strange names, harshly and excitedly.

The voice shouted: "Cologne! Cologne!"

After a while he shouted: "Lawley, Lawley!"

For the first time, Crowney felt extremely regretful about his gift of naming. The name sounded almost the same as "lonly". He had also resisted, hoping that Green would change his name, for example, after Crowley. The first two syllables instead of the last two... something like that.

The black shadow almost touched her, and then she barely crawled out of her memories.

It's a dementor.

They stand at the door of every student. This group of greedy creatures doesn't care whether the people around them are escaped prisoners or innocent students. They are already hungry.

Miss Albert put the hot coffee she had just been drinking into the mouth of the dementor closest to her - she wasn't sure whether it was a mouth or not, anyway, the dementor was under the hood. She made a strange coughing sound, which gave her an opportunity.

She waved her wand, thinking about their meeting and the daily life of studying magic together, Green's occasional sternness and wild smile.

The angry tiger rushed out of her black robe almost instantly, one bite at a time.

"Don't!" Crowney said hurriedly, "It looks too deliberate!"

So the silver-striped tiger shook her head angrily, shook off the raindrops that had not fallen on her body, and then nuzzled Interno, who was gasping for breath, soothingly, and then stepped from step to step, step by step. A field was cleared among the surrounding Dementors.

Called contact, it hadn't touched them at all. The dementors were like a group of mice locked in a rice vat seeing a cat - they fled in all directions.

"What are you doing?" Crowney pulled Interno up from the ground. The floor was still wet, and her robe was covered with mud.

Miss Albert waved her magic wand, dried her, and then cleaned up the huge clods of soil from the girl's body before settling her back into her seat.

"Oh my God." Miss Interno had just woken up from fear. Her body was as soft as the earthworm gummies sold in Hogward Village. She could hardly open her eyes, and her mouth was still mumbling words.

"God!" She repeated the order weakly, "I think you are the most handsome now, prefect."

"Stop being such a mouthful!" Clooney wrinkled his nose and grinned a ferocious smile at her, "You'd better have a good rest, miss!"

"What I said is true!" Interno tilted his head and lay down in confusion.