Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

She's not an adult yet, but that doesn't mean she's a fool.

What happened to Harry would be unbearable for anyone. Clooney couldn't imagine whether Harry would be able to survive it if he were alone.

Yes, a person's potential is unlimited, and the earth will still turn without anyone.

She admits it. But Harry had met her, become friends, had a connection.

She couldn't help but think about the possibility.

Sirius Black's identity, prompted by the mist, seemed extremely suspicious. Harry's reaction was so big - this shows that this fugitive may not really be as reported outside - he did not really kill Harry's parents.

The most important thing is that there is a person who behaves very strangely - many people do not believe that Voldemort is still alive, and they are the only ones who temporarily know that Voldemort travels at the door of death and the door of life when he returns to reality.

If this is the case, if this is the case, Peter Pettigrew, what reason does he have to hide in the dark, spend most of his life, hiding next to a person who may not necessarily be able to become a partner with the savior?

You know, this mouse, this Animagus, was once Boxi's pet!

If Dumbledore was a prophet - could he really arrange everything in such detail?

Clowney never wanted to speculate on other people's behavior from his own perspective. Just as she thought she couldn't predict, she wouldn't think someone as powerful as Dumbledore couldn't do it - maybe?

But if he arranged these two - why did Harry's parents die? What about the Muggles killed by the explosion? There is no hiding this from others - Muggle bodies cannot be recovered, and the Ministry of Magic has confirmed this in the news.

Unless, unless Dumbledore also colluded with the Ministry of Magic to achieve this secret lie-he wanted to plant spies, shape Sirius Black into a vicious gangster, and let him infiltrate the ranks of Death Eaters.

Then - why did Dumbledore let this trump card come out of Azkaban now?

This does no good. Although there are Death Eaters outside, these wallflowers don't dare to recall the past, let alone get involved with a fugitive.

It would be better to stay in Azkaban and extract some information about Voldemort's Horcruxes from those Death Eaters who may have gone crazy.

It wasn't like that, nor was it going to cause Harry such pain.

If everything was going to happen to him eventually, why did Harry Potter have to go through this?

She couldn't understand what was going on behind this.

Harry was still crying in anger, but having someone around him made him feel better.

There are many magical friends in the Forbidden Forest, and Clooney is not worried about the inexplicable intruders here. What's more, the wanted murderer seems to have something behind the scenes.

Harry has always been a strong child - neither the absence of his parents nor the constant teasing and scolding from his aunt and uncle made him timid. He seemed to be born to be a brave person.

He hates now - hates the culprit who betrayed her parents.

Clooney didn't want to mention to him the doubts that he hadn't confirmed yet. So the palm of her right hand held the back of the boy's neck firmly, and it was now very hot.

"We will take revenge, Harry." Her left hand patted his back gently, like a warm and reliable mountain, "I swear."

The boy took a big, convulsive breath of air, then yelled loudly, feeling much better.

He is safe now and has no place to go. In any case, with Claudine Albert, a loyal friend, she would not doubt him, would not abandon him, would not think that he was a less savior, less Gryffindor because he showed up. Weak people.

She really understands who he is and wants to believe he can do this.

Miss Albert's heart was beating fiercely in the pit of her stomach, and Harry thought he could hear the hard knocking sound inside even if he wasn't close to him. She seemed to share his anger.

Bu Laitu staggered in from outside the cave, panting violently, as if he had just finished exercising. He was startled to find someone in his usual place.

But the smell lingering on the tip of his nose reassured him: these were people he was familiar with.

Bu Laitu took a few breaths of "ha, ha" before he stumbled forward.

But as soon as he entered the cave, he was stunned. The tail also forgot to wag. Harry's face was still buried in Miss Albert's neck, but Crowney's eyes were still looking elsewhere in the cave, and she soon discovered it.

Under the steady light source, the dark robe was slightly swayed by the wind brought by himself in the cave. The Slytherin girl's dark eyes were set in her expressionless face. Those eyes looked him up and down, as if they wanted to see something else through his eyes.

How can a person read something on a dog's face?

Only then did Bu Laitu remember that he was a dog. It was strange, he hadn't felt this way in a long time. It's like being stared at, and the next second, the owner of this look will tear it apart.

He didn't notice the hand in Crowney's sleeve twitch.

Soon, when he reacted, he wagged his tail again like an ordinary dog.

Like any dog ​​that sees its owner, it raised its ears, waggled its tail, and barked. Then it rubbed behind Harry, trying to stand up and jump on him.

"No pictures." Only then did Clooney call out her name.

The dog quickly raised his head and looked at the girl from Slytherin with watery dog ​​eyes.

"Good dog." She let go of the hand that was warming the back of Harry's neck and patted the dog's head, her tone softer than ever before. Her left hand had long been hidden behind the sofa, but no one noticed it.

Harry was a little embarrassed, even if the onlooker, or rather - the onlooker animal, was a dog, it would be a disgraceful thing to rely on a girl who was not much older than him.

But he really needed a hug.

Clooney was very generous and pulled him into his arms again, so hard that he almost choked him - but it gave him a very, very fulfilling feeling.

"Harry," she said, "how are you feeling now?"

"I feel full of strength," Harry said. "I've already figured out what to do next."

Today they were originally going to continue learning how to call upon the gods to protect themselves. They had just finished learning the theoretical knowledge of summoning guardian gods. This week, they originally wanted to try to see if they could successfully summon the guardian gods.

But he also wanted to relax - where all the other kids could go, why couldn't he? Just because he is an unlucky guy who was targeted by a murderer and lost his parents?

He is unlucky enough! Do you want to deprive yourself of even this little bit of campus life?

And - and it gave him and his friends less to talk about!

As a result, this trip to Hogsmeade ruined his subsequent mood.

A shy blush crept onto his ears.

"Then let's go back first." Crying takes a lot of energy, and Clooney felt that he could understand why Harry insisted on following his friends' footsteps to Hogsmeade at such a moment. She didn't ask him how he got there. There were many tunnels in the school.

Everyone follows the crowd, even her. When she first came to Slytherin, she was very nervous because she couldn't find like-minded people. If she didn't have her good friends from other colleges taking classes with her, she might have behaved even worse.

But she didn't have the experience of going to Hogward for the first time, but it wasn't too bad. At least there was someone with her at that time. Even though it was a ferocious old bat and a gloomy basement, Professor Snape still condescended to take a bag of coffee candies that he didn't know where to conjure up that day, and said awkwardly: It was a reward for her handling of difficult potions some time ago.

Oh, although my face still looks stinky.

She took off her black robe and put it on Harry. Because of her height, her robe almost touched the floor when she wore it on Harry.

As she moved, a dull, tinkling sound came from the robe.

Harry was pressed by the thick clothes: "Oh..."

"What is it? It's so heavy..."

"If you have to run out at this time." Clooney said with a smile, "Although I disapprove, you have to ensure your own safety."

"What's inside can help you when necessary." Clooney helped him button the top buttons of his robe and cast a thermal spell on himself, "But you have to make sure it wraps around you."

"Don't point it out, Harry."