Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Their conversation came to an abrupt end. Apparently, this ill-timed request, as it was described, was as likely to embarrass the person making the request as it was to her, who was pondering whether to accept it.

But in the end, Albus Dumbledore decided to take her to "visit the prison" after this semester.

After all, Green's death has become a fog that haunts her all day long. And many of these things do need to be confirmed by the parties involved.

Of course, there is also a hint of indulgence towards the people he loves, which is hard to explain.

It was very difficult to meet a major war criminal, even Dumbledore. Since he chose to stand on "this side" and follow the guidance of the 'Ministry of Magic', he has forever lost his control over anything related to Gellert Grindelwald.

Holding her hands in front of her, Dumbledore's departure did not make her get back into bed. The delicate look disappeared from her face. On the contrary, Clooney's lips pursed and turned white.

She picked up the boiling water on the side, and the steaming water vapor was like a magical mist accompanying her, bringing her thoughts back to the time she spent with Green.

Something seems wrong.

They didn't seem to have met at this time. If Green had seen her before, he would not have had the same doubtful expression as when they first met.

If this is just a prophecy...

No prophecy could be so long and capable of dialogue.

In the eye socket, the eyeball that did not seem to belong to her was getting faintly hot as time went by, making people feel an ominous premonition.

For wizards, dreams can be delved into. Every wizard seems to be able to get a glimpse of something that may be related to him in the huge future from the moment his magic is connected to the world.

However, for a 'wizard' whose parents are both Muggles, does it take a mutation to allow these several coincidences to combine into one person?

Whether it is the visual prophecy or the strange white mist, the literary treasure trove belonging to another country that appears inexplicably in the mind seems to have become weird and sensitive when the body has a condition that cannot be explained today. .

They really seemed like pie in the sky, and there was never a time when they needed to ask her for revenge. However, just like someone who has a glimpse of the future needs to put in thousands of times more effort to change the future than someone who has never seen the future to change a future they don't want to meet - this really doesn't require her At any cost?

Albus Dumbledore's expression clearly reminded her that something bad had happened to her. This is the kind of problem that not even Dumbledore can solve. He seemed to have seen something, and could only give vague hints.

Suddenly feeling lazy, he gently put the water glass aside with his magic spell like an arm. The tide of sleep flowed upstream along with the blood flowing out of his nose.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

There was silence.

People usually feel annoyed when they are surrounded by people and feel lonely when they are alone.

Perhaps the major event that has been lingering in my heart for a long time finally found a breakthrough, and the long-term tense thoughts finally relaxed. But the deformed spring could not be restored to its original shape, which made Clooney feel decadent.

Then she heard the impatient tapping of leather shoes on the floor.

Of course, this sound did not come from the side where the moonlight shone into the window lattice. Clooney turned over and saw Snape scattering the book under the not-so-bright moonlight.

"So?" He raised his eyebrows, "How do you feel now?"

God, the charm of a reliable adult man is really bewitching at this time. Crowney felt like he was about to fall.

Who can refuse an old bat who suddenly appears next to him when he is preparing to mourn the autumn moon?

Suppressing his throbbing heart, Clooney touched his nose, which contained a ridiculous-looking paper ball that had been casted by a spell.

Whether inside or outside, the originally fresh blood has dried up.

"Albert." Snape's shoes clicked more frequently. He seemed relieved that she was awake, but his tone was much worse than when they met before, "Your magic is gradually losing. Do you understand what this means?"

"My magic power is gradually losing?" She sat up, "I listened, but I didn't understand."

"It means that as a wizard, the last remaining magic power in your body begins to become less and less. You know what this means, right?"

Wizards generally live longer than Muggles, by a lot. The difference between them and Muggles is that magic fills their bodies. During the few days that Crowney spent studying the differences between the bodies of wizards and Muggles, she gradually speculated on a strange possibility.

Magic, this strange substance that is spread in the air, remains in the wizard's body and participates in various physiological activities - of course, including casting spells. This kind of participation is more efficient than any energy - This is the reason why wizards have longer physical fitness and life span than Muggles.

If, if a wizard's magic power continues to drain, then this balance will be broken. Like wizards who age, people quickly decay.

"The strangest thing is," there was no joy on his face at all for having solved a case that was wronged, even though he was one of the witnesses not long ago. The deep and mellow voice suppressed the hidden anger, "We have tried a lot, but we have not found any abnormal magic fluctuations."

"This is not normal, Albert."

"You don't care about your own life at all?"

"It's not like that." This incident was still too shocking for an underage girl. Even if she was young and mature, no teenager could bear the sudden loss of her life.

At this time, he had to be warned by the reliable adult he had always relied on, and the sour feeling in his heart crawled into his mouth involuntarily: "I don't know what happened. I haven't done anything in recent times."

"I know what you mean, but I really don't know what it is..."

"You should be glad that you are not an adult yet." Snape sighed, defeated by her rare weakness, and finally put away his sharp attitude.

Albert never lied to him, which is at least believable: "This change will not have any impact on you in the short term: you are like a clock set forward, and the diffuse magic will move faster." The speed gathers, but it also means that your life is constantly accelerating.”

"You may reach the peak of magic early," he said. "If you don't figure out what's going on in the end, you will be short-lived. Do you understand?"

"That is to say, nothing will happen in the short term." She nodded, "Besides, Professor, I feel that this is not sustainable."

The feeling of impending rain was like the Sword of Damocles hovering above her head. She vaguely felt that this so-called "accelerated decline" was just something that might happen in the future, and was very small and piled up among many factors. of a link.

The feeling that everything seemed to be under her control, but yet slipped away from her fingers at will, made the whole world become illusory the moment she realized it.