Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The mist never lies.

After saying goodbye to the children and making sure that no mouse could see her expression, she finally wiped the smile off her face.

It was like a part of her life, with some vague connection, as if it was hers and belonged to her.

The most important thing is that the fog has never harmed her. If this is a prophetic trace - everything is turned upside down at this moment.

Everything smells weird. Possession magic is a very evil magic - if Peter Pettigrew was really a hero, he would not use such despicable means to damage his own soul.

There is only one possibility, within her limited knowledge.

He - is an animagus.

Just like her.

After discovering this, Misty gave her a new hint.

The hunted Sirius Black did not want to kill Harry as others stated, but was very close to him.

He died in front of her. In the fog, I seemed as sad as when I saw Snape die.

What could possibly make Harry and Lucius Malfoy hostile? Lucius Malfoy had been desperate to make an impression on his savior, but through the mist they looked like enemies.

No matter how bad the relationship between them is, it will never be like this - not to the point of taking the life of a living "person".

Was this hero sent to Harry's side to protect him?

So, what happened to Sirius Black? Would Dumbledore really regard the lives of other Muggles as consumables to facilitate the hiding of a hero and send another one of his own to prison?

Moreover, it seems that Black Cat has known about this for a long time! He always focused on the mouse, but never actually ate him.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly rushed into the Slytherin common room, and then quickly hid in her dormitory: her animagus was too big, and she was very eye-catching no matter where she was.

She quickly caught a flying mosquito with the palm of her hand, and then freed Mr. Black from her shoulder.

There was no one in the dormitory. She locked the door, and almost instantly, huge cats filled the small bedroom.

She didn't gain much weight, but she gained a lot of weight. The big orange cat held the black cat in its mouth. Mr. Black was holding the piece of meat on the back of his neck, but he was too fat, so it hurt him a little.

So he angrily tried to scratch her, but Crowney was much faster and she had already jumped onto her dirty bed.

Then, the huge orange creature raised its golden eyes and let out a low whine from its mouth. The sound was like a person exhaling from a rough throat.

The good thing about animagus is that they can always communicate with animals - especially when the animals are close to them or of the same species.

"So what you're saying is that you already felt something was wrong with it?" Clooney put his head on his paws, tilted his head and looked at the nagging black cat with its belly turned out, and its tail swayed from side to side in accordance with the cat's curvature. " Then why haven't you told me before?"

Mr Black said it wasn't certain either. He only found out about it when he came from Crookshanks.

"Then Crookshanks is much better than you, sir." The cat scratched her angrily, but her mane was very thick, just like a person gently scratching his nails on her thick cotton coat—— That didn't feel like anything.

"Wait! Wait!" Crowney stopped the angry Mr. Black, "I mean, you are very cautious, sir."

The cat said helplessly that it was all because Miss Albert rarely used this gesture to talk to the cat.

"I didn't mean it - you know, I'm too big." The huge tiger covered the cat's head with his palm, and Mr. Black's head was so big that it was almost not covered, "And I'm not black. , this will make me stand out."

"One more thing." Blake slapped his paws away from his head, rejecting Miss Albert's continued harassment.

"That dog." It shook its head.

"That's your good friend." Clooney said noncommittally, "Do you want to tell me how you met? If you want to."

"It's a human. Don't you humans all like this?" Blake said in kitten language with a very disdainful tone, "We thought it was weird at first."

"The cat's sixth sense is usually pretty accurate."

"But he won us over."

"Wait!" Clooney finally reacted.

"If you don't come to Tu, you mean that if you don't come to figure, you're still an Animagus?" Clooney's eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

Mr. Black stretched out his tail in agreement.

"Then I finally know why he doesn't like taking a bath." Clooney's face couldn't be expressed through the thick fur, but the wrinkles on her forehead became like a Shar-Pei dog.

She rarely felt that she had done something wrong.

Mr. Black told her again that she would not come to Tutu to give them their request.

"You want to arrest Peter Pettigrew if you don't come here?" Clowney asked, "Why?"

The kittens don't know either. But their natural blood allows them to distinguish between good people and bad people.

But what is a good person? This is a difficult standard to say. Wouldn't a kind-hearted person do bad things? It's hard to say.

For example, a child bathes a hamster with good intentions, but this behavior will cause the little animal to die.

However, there were only a few visitors who broke into the castle...

"Bullitu wanted to kill that rat - Peter Pettigrew's Animagus." Crowney repeated, "But why?"

As soon as her mind moved, she changed back to her own appearance, her hand still sliding back and forth on Mr. Black's back.

How should this matter be resolved? Do you want to mention this to Dumbledore? She had to first understand the truth about this matter from Professor Dumbledore before making a decision.

What should be done? How can we avoid betraying our good friends and solve this matter satisfactorily?

Now Clowney wanted very much to wag his vanished tail like Mr. Black.

So she twisted her body and returned to her original Animagus form.

I have to say, this feeling is really refreshing. Animals can express their emotions through body movements. Clooney couldn't help but dig at his mattress twice with his claws, but his sharp claws soon made a big hole in the mattress.

She didn't expect that she was so strong, so she shook the tip of her tail awkwardly.

Mr. Black called her out, hoping that she could use this form to say hello to Brightu.

But she didn't want to expose it personally.

"Please continue to maintain your strict tone, sir." Clooney blocked the big hole with her plump belly, lying flat on her big green bed with her limbs in a big character shape, "Let me rest until class. ,Thank you so much."