Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Solving the Sirius Black case was a remarkable achievement for Miss Abbott. Even though the incident ended without any warning, it ended with her lying down in the school hospital for no apparent reason.

But it’s good news after all, right?

This was indeed a big event, and even Philip, who was anxiously planning how to expand his territory next, had heard about it.

Has this generous and kind lady extended a helping hand to others again?

Philip Safit frowned and flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, in which a radiant and handsome man in formal attire was shaking hands with Fudge, who was full of smiles.

The Minister of Magic's smile seemed a little stiff, and he even glanced away from the camera. I believe that if the capacity of this magical photo were increased just a little bit more, Fudge might even get behind the camera and turn it into an ordinary Muggle photo - one that would not move, of course.

This would make him less embarrassed.

The Ministry of Magic actually admitted its shortcomings in the work in a high-profile manner, which made many people who knew about it look highly upon Fudge: After all, for mistakes, the terrible thing is not his discovery, but the aftermath of the discovery. Covering up his presence made the problem more obvious.

Obviously, most people like to use the latter method, even if they know that such behavior is undesirable and will even increase the scope of damage.

Fudge clearly fell into the category of normal human beings - he certainly wasn't willing to correct his mistakes. The Wilson girls had already communicated with Albert about this matter when he got involved in this muddy water.

"Dear Philip." The content of the chat at that time has not faded with the passage of time. This novel and completely unlike a wizard's product of transparent jade still stubbornly shows the girl's complaint at that time, "As an adult, you People, maybe they can speak more forcefully.”

"Do you really think that participating in the Savior's incident is a good thing? From the perspective of maximizing interests?"

"Why not?" he replied, "Maybe our lady just wants to ride on the savior's east wind, lady."

"You know, apart from the famous 'Sirius', there is only one other Black who has not been expelled yet——"

"What do you mean? Clowney wants him to owe someone a favor?"

"Who knows?"

The chat ended with his ambiguous reply.

That being said... As the biggest beneficiary of Albert's occasional strange kindness, to be honest, it was hard for him to really believe what he said from the bottom of his heart, even if the person he was thinking about was a Sri Lankan. Leitlin——Yes, I have to say that her methods of controlling her subordinates are very superb.

The young man is stroking the product that can only be produced by using superb technology, but his thoughts are involuntarily pulled away from the complicated things and invested in the reality that makes it more difficult to figure out the rules.

A prisoner with a bad record turned out to be a hero against the Dark Lord overnight... Even though there was not even a word about it in the newspapers, Safit could not restrain herself from imagining the possibility.

Just like picking him up in the snow when he was exiled, this lady may have used the same method to fish out the only officially recognized heir from the despicable villain.

He already knew he wasn't the only one.

But this feeling is really uncomfortable.

The velvety white gloves were spotless at the same time, like snow that had just fallen to the ground and had not yet been stained with dust.

"Mr. Safit?" The large office made him feel pitifully crowded at the moment. The tall staff member cautiously spoke from the side, reminding the decision-maker who had not been active for a long time to get out of his daze.

"Huh?" The young man closed his eyes tightly, and then returned to reality from the severe cold in his memory.

"I need to inform..."

"No." Safit raised her eyebrows and showed her fox-like smile again, "Let me do it, good girl."

Soon, Clowney was discharged from the hospital. No matter how long she lay there, the situation would not be alleviated at all, and the courses for this semester were not over yet - for her excellent grades, it was necessary to leave the hospital early.

"I can't believe I actually slept with an ugly man for so many years?" Ron waved his fingers in the Gryffindor common room. He even expressed the sadness of losing a pet that had been with him for many years. All forgotten.

"My God!" he said angrily, "I thought he was just a good mouse! - He even bit Malfoy!"

The Weasley twin twisted his mouth and let out a chuckle: "You should be lucky that he didn't turn into a human in your bed, right?"

"This is even more disgusting! God!" Ron felt his stomach tumbling, and he was about to vomit out in the next second.

"That's right!" Harry was finally freed from the thought that Scabbers was the culprit who killed his parents. "Dumbledore means to ask the Ministry of Magic to compensate you with a new pet."

"Like an owl or something..."

"That's really good news!" Ron laughed again.

"I told him he'd forget about his sorrow when he turned around." Fred turned to his brother and whispered.

"Shut up, man!" George bumped him.

Sirius's case was not concluded so quickly, and there were many people involved. Even though Peter Pettigrew's testimony directly stated that the culprit of all this was just his flash of inspiration to blame others, Fudge still opened up the old files and found out who was involved in this "heroic sacrifice case". All investigators were gathered together.

As soon as Harry met his godfather, he was immediately separated from him.

Everything seemed to be moving forward quickly as if on a carriage. It even made people feel as if they were in a dream, and the whole person felt light and airy.

He seems to have gained a relative...

Harry was in a daze again.

However, Claudine went back to the hospital.

As soon as I thought of this, the fat lady's joyful call sounded outside the door of the lounge: "Okay, okay, young lady."

"Harry Potter!" she shouted loudly, "Harry Potter! Someone is looking for him!"

Even faster than him were the two older Weasley boys. Fred and George held him on the left and right and walked outside.

"Hey!" said Ron, "Why are you leaving me again?"

"Who are you leaving behind?" Outside the opened doorway, a girl in Slytherin school uniform was holding her hands on her chest, looking into the Gryffindor doorway with a smile. The students at the weekend were all eager to get out, and the Gryffindors were no exception.

There were only sporadic Ravenclaws outside the tower, hurrying back and forth with books in their arms. Of course, there were occasionally people who cast surprised and scrutinizing glances, but Miss Slytherin, who cared about her reputation, didn't seem to care about this.

"Ronald?" She bent down and waved to the boy inside, and straightened up after receiving his surprised response.

"Look, look—"

"who is it?"

"Come and visit us at our tower?"

"I just came to say hello." The girl's upper lip turned up, putting on a slightly threatening smile, and she gritted her teeth at the Weasley boys: "I've been calling you for a long time - bro - —”

The boys touched their pants pockets in unison, and the slightly heated jade panel was indeed covered with dense writing.

Some of them read: "I'm discharged from the hospital! I want to come to your dormitory!"

"Something's wrong, can someone open the door for me?"

"anyone there?"

"Why doesn't anyone reply to me?"

"What are you doing?"

In addition to private chats, Clooney can also be seen yelling in their public communication groups. The sharp-eyed George even saw the cunning Slytherin golden snake making sarcastic remarks in the dense sea of ​​words.

Of course, it's nothing more than: "They must be indulging in adventure and playing pranks now, Lenny!"

"Maybe it's their unlucky little brother."

Fred put his hands behind his back and replied with nimble fingers in the public chat group: ":P No way!"

But the instruments in their hands all vibrated at the same time.

"Ah oh -" Fred smiled as if he was facing disaster, and then quickly stuffed the stone into his pants pocket. Only then did he remember that they were the closest, and the one who received the news first would not be the one who always received the news. The little golden snake with its head held high is actually the one in front of me...

Black Snake, who looks ready to play the ever-changing Mrs. Weasley.

"'It's not'—" Crowney said hypocritically, "It's not—"

"He knows he's wrong, right?" George quickly pushed Harry, drove him in front of the girl, and then winked desperately at his good brother.

"Yes! Lenny!" Fred followed closely with a grin, "By the way - don't you have something to do with Harry?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal..."

"Then we won't disturb you for now!" The unreliable brother of the Weasley family worked together to push Harry Potter out of the Fat Lady's jurisdiction, and then closed the door hurriedly.

"What happened?" Hermione had just borrowed the book she wanted from the library when she saw the door to the lounge closed in front of her eyes.

"What?" she asked confused, "What are you doing?"

"Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital, Claudine." Hermione rubbed her face in front of Claudius affectionately and moved her fluffy and curly hair to the bottom of her hand. "I was still worried..."

"Yes!" Clooney followed her movements and gently slid the hair from her head to her shoulders before speaking, "Can we wait until next weekend for the alchemy circle?"

"Of course there is no problem." Hermione raised the quaint golden textbook she had on hand, which read "Practical Alchemy, Second Edition". "I originally planned to finish reading this!"