Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

A terrifying silence filled the campus hospital. Professor Snape remained silent. Except for occasionally responding to Madam Pomfrey, he did not keep his eyes on her for a moment.

Krani guessed that he might be shy: Hey, after all, she had just saved Professor Snape's endangered flesh from the werewolf's claws, and she didn't let the stupid wolf touch any possible person with his saliva-covered mouthparts. Wound.

Although as long as it spat forward, she would really join the ranks of werewolves - but obviously that thing didn't have the intelligence.

"How did you get hurt like this?" Madam Pomfrey yelled angrily, "If you kids knew what propriety is - I could save thousands of workloads!"

This is too exaggerated. There may not even be so many students in the school!

"How many times?" Madam Pomfrey said, "Why do I feel like I can see you every day?"

Styptic grass was applied to the cold gauze and wrapped around her head along the bandage.

Then, Madam Pomfrey turned her head in her direction: "You don't want a scar, right?"

This is really a small injury. When a person is hit hard suddenly, the human body will make the pain almost disappear. Only a few minutes had passed since the brawl, and Clowney didn't think such a minor injury could be that bad.

"The white fresh essence is almost at the bottom..." Madam Pomfrey complained to her, and then motioned to Snape to push her aside. After the blood flow stopped, Madam Pomfrey pulled open the cut flesh and dripped a few drops of viscous liquid into the middle of her eyeballs.

"This is a blocking agent." The poor school hospital doctor pulled down her raised eyebrows out of curiosity, "You should be lucky that your eyeball was not affected - if it was, you might have to install another eye. .”

White essence cannot be used on the eyeballs. The substances inside the eyeballs are completely different from the skin and flesh. Even though there was an occasional sting from scratching the skin inside the round ball, she could still see things clearly.

Good luck did not always favor her. Just when Madam Pomfrey signaled Snape to tie her hands and feet, and asked Snape to hold down her shoulders fiercely, the temporary mechanism of her body failed.

The moment the white essence came into contact with the section of her wound, she screamed involuntarily.

Eyes are quite sensitive areas and she now knows why she needs to use a blocker! In her opinion, this was much more painful than a bone-crushing pain, and she soon wanted to squirm.

"Fu——" she couldn't help but scream in pain, "fu——ck!!!"

"It's just a minor injury." Madam Pomfrey repeated the heroic words she had put down before, with a devilish smile on her face.

At this moment, Clooney even wondered if this honest lady was possessed by the mean contract administrator of Hogwarts - otherwise, how could she be so happy when seeing students suffering?

It hurts, but it works. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she could feel the flesh and skin connecting together loudly. A large amount of sweat rolled down her forehead from her twitching body. It seemed like a long time had passed before this cruel torture finally stopped.

She tried to open her eyes, which was very effective. The flesh began to lift up very obediently, causing pain in her pupils.

"Okay." Madam Pomfrey patted Snape on the shoulder, "Let's do this for today. The eye drops should be instilled every two hours. It will be fine the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Madam Pomfrey gave her an eye patch like a pirate, but it was white, and pressed it on her recovered eyelids, "Two hours? Including sleeping?"

"Including sleeping." Madam Pomfrey said, "Anyway, this is a 'little injury', and it only takes a little time to sleep."

"Oh..." She finally sighed in annoyance, "I understand, thank you, madam."

"The best way to thank me is to come less often." Madam Pomfrey softened her tone, "Protect yourself."

She nodded and followed Snape, who remained silent, sighing at the loss of sleep.

Professor Snape was so strange. He hadn't said a word since he sent Harry away just now. Clooney felt that he still liked Harry a little bit, but then he thought about it, he was a teacher - it was his bounden duty to protect his students, and he would do the same if any student stood in front of him. ,Right?

But it was clear that he had lost his mind tonight: in order to hide Harry behind his black robes, he irrationally pointed his wand elsewhere.

Yes, there is indeed no spell that can restrain this terrible creature, such as the werewolf repelling spell. For some reason, his inventor did not publish this powerful hybrid spell to the world.

The werewolves can only be restricted from turning around through stronger prisons.

No spell can reach people faster than a person's subconscious reaction, and Snape also understands this. If she hadn't come forward, it looked like the teacher was prepared to take a beating.

No points deducted, no points added, no praise, no scolding. Nothing. Walking to his office, he didn't even look at Medusa, he just said in a low voice: "Back."

People are always uneasy until something they expect happens. Just as Professor Snape's angry insults did not fall on her head, it was difficult for her to draw her attention away from this matter.

He took off his blindfold to protect himself from light after returning to the dormitory.

"Why?" Helles' face clearly showed displeasure, "Aren't you just helping the professor sort out the medicinal materials? What could possibly hurt you?"

"It's just a little accident..." She muttered in her mouth and moved closer to the chattering magic mirror in front of her. "I just haven't fought with a wolf."

"Fighting with wolves??"

"It doesn't count with Sylvan and the others." She shrugged, and then a louder scream broke out.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the person in front of it, the magic mirror with all kinds of thorns and vines intertwined on it finally changed its usual condescending attitude, and it began to make that sharp, thin howling sound: "Your face!!"

"My Merlin's stinky socks!" The barrel frame next to it almost twisted. "What have you done!"

"It's the eyes, not the face." She said with a cold face, stopping the mirror that was always picky about her from offending her, "It has nothing to do with whose stinky socks it is."

The original intact eyelids were replaced by a pink scar that had just healed, and the flesh inside could still be vaguely seen. The scar passed through one-third of the eyebrow and barely stayed at the top of the cheek.

"Oh..." she sighed, "I was still careless."

"That's really bad news."

She covered her face and blinked at the other girl in the mirror. When she removed her hand from the scar, it became smooth again: "Although I'm not very concerned about the deformation of my eyebrows. OK...."

"Just pretend nothing happened, okay girl?"

"Is there anything you can't say?"

"I'm afraid I'll make you angry if I tell you."

"Then hiding it from me might make me angrier," Helles said. "You're asking me to turn a blind eye to your disfigurement?"

"How long can your transformation skills last?" The girl pressed forward angrily, "Do you think I can't guess the scars that can't be erased?"

"I'm really curious..."

"You don't think other people are fools, do you, Albert?" She rarely called her only by her last name, and she seemed really angry.

"Scars cannot be erased." She said, "There are no dragons in the school. You can't spend so little time with our dean, but you just carry your sword and fight the dragon, right?"

"Who else is there? Huh?" Helles pointed to the round moon in the sky, almost unable to maintain his usual gentle tone, "The moon is full, our teacher with distinctive features - when will you Are you getting involved with his pet peeves again?”

"This has turned into a minor problem for you." Albert murmured in a low voice, and then leaned on her shoulder in a flattering manner, "Believe me, I will not do anything that I am not sure of, Helles. , you always understand me, right?"

"What's going on?"

"An accident." Crowney was really angry about Professor Lupine forgetting to take his medicine, but he didn't want this incident to affect his reputation. At least as a teacher, he was indeed very competent.

But what if they don't show up today?

There was no one around him except Harry, and Harry was left to face his teacher suddenly transforming into a beast he had never seen before - werewolves only attacked humans, and they were in such a remote place. The place?

You can't just hope that the centaurs can predict that the savior of mankind will be in danger and then divine weapons will descend from the sky, right?

Warm anger slowly appeared on her face.

"Okay." She said, "Let me think about how to answer you."

"You better be," Helles said viciously, "Albert!"