Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Poor Miss Albert was toyed with and applauded by her cunning peers.

It is usually difficult for people to be deceived by lies, unless the lie tells someone close to them, and the forged thing is exactly what they want to believe or expect.

These are not the most important things to Miss Albert.

On the last day before the exam, Claudia finally received a reply from her family. As early as last week, she told her family about the current situation and her worries about whether she would really be able to get a perfect score card. She always worries that she is not the best. If this is not the case, how can she afford what she has received so far?

But she didn't expect the reply to come so slowly.

The huge eagle owl of the Helles family was so majestic. It exclaimed at the Slytherin table, accurately threw the letter into her hand, and rested its paws on her shoulder.

Thanks to her enhanced school uniform, otherwise she would have had several bloody holes on her shoulders now.

Professor Snape's least favorite time was in the morning when the owls were dancing around. He hated these flying ducks that chirped and quacked. The gloom on his face hasn't stopped since the daily newspapers started being released.

Helles rubbed the side of the Eagle Owl's face, cut the beef short ribs that he was not very interested in into into strips, and slowly fed them to the expensive bird.

It's rare to see any expressions in birds, but this eagle owl did narrow its eyes happily, stepped on Miss Albert's shoulders, and seemed about to jump on her head and give her a hug the next second. Flowers bloom on the skull.

What floated with the letters from Albert's family was a letter from home wrapped in hard kraft paper and hardened with varnish. The Wilson family crest lay neatly between the flaps of the envelope.

It doesn't look like the words in it are good. A rare flash of anger appeared on Helles's face. He quickly folded the letter and stuffed it back, said hello to her, and walked toward the lounge alone.

"Isn't she going to class?" Emilia didn't receive a reply from her friend. When she looked back, she didn't expect that Helles had disappeared.

"It's all self-study classes lately, and the teacher doesn't force us to be in place, right?"

"There are only so many people in the classroom."

"There should be something wrong with her."

Hellas, who was excellent both in character and academics, never missed a class without an excuse. In other words, this was the first time since she and Helles had known each other that she had clearly stated that she would be absent.

They never had secrets from each other.

Claonia sighed and sent away the satiated eagle owls and the eyeing owls before she opened her letter.

[See Xinhao:

Great to hear from you, Clowney. You finally look like a little kid. I was complaining to my dad a few days ago that you never let us worry and made us think that the children were all so quiet and fun.

I'm sure you can imagine the dire situation at home: your younger brothers and sisters have reached an age where even dogs are disgusted. Even the big white bear at Aunt Mary's house next door couldn't stand the indiscriminate bombardment of children and decided to hide in their manor in the countryside. It is said that upon hearing the sound of a child, the big dog will lie down in pain and pretend that it does not exist.

It may be that the dog's hearing and sense of smell are too sensitive.

So you may not be able to play with the big white bear when you come back this year.

As for the grades you mentioned, I feel even more incredible, my girl. This never bothered you - what made you doubt your abilities?

What happened? You didn't mention it at all in your letter.

Your report card has always been beautiful. Of course, it’s normal to be biased from time to time.

Your high school entrance scores are also very impressive, and the exam comes easily to you. But this does not mean that a person who always succeeds is not allowed to fail, Claudine, don't be too nervous.

Just like the theorems of physics require people to constantly infer and discover, I believe that magic has the same purpose. Not all unsolved mysteries should be solved overnight.

My father and I are looking forward to your magic show and future plans after graduation. Whether you choose to go to college or travel in the magical world, we support you.

Please feel free to go boldly and take the path you want! 】

Mom's feelings are always so keen.

At the beginning of fifth grade, she had no worries about this. However, there has been harassment in the school recently, and because of the injury caused by Professor Luping's incident, she felt that her brain was indeed not functioning as well as usual. This creature is another undiscovered species - as its discoverer, Luna, should enjoy this honor.

As Ms. Duffin wrote in her letter, nothing can be concluded or revealed overnight. But based on recent observations, she was not sure at all whether there were molesters in her mind, or whether they would actually damage her brain - if so, to what extent?

Luna put a lot of these little animals in small bottles, and they became a mess in the observation glasses. But she was not in the mood to study them at all now.

The strangest thing is that the targets of harassment seem to be particularly targeted and only linger around a very small number of people.

For example, Lupin is in bad luck, Claudia is in trouble, and there is an unexpected Harry Potter because he doesn't seem to be unlucky, and because he gave Fred and George a chance to support him in advance. I bought several pieces of deformed candy and happily accepted the children's salivating gazes.

Of course, it's not just them, there are several others.

But there are not as many small animals around them as there are around them.

"Alas..." Claudia put her arms on the long table and thought about skipping class.

But she is much more conspicuous than Helles, and she is a prefect, so she can't take the lead in breaking the rules, right?

When her eyes were distracted, the black robe squeezed from between the stools to her side.

"You're not worried about the exam, are you? Miss?"

Erwin's neat short black hair and the long-dissipated depression from his brows and eyes made Erwin's whole demeanor straighten up. I have never seen her look so downcast and weak. The senior classmate finally has a hint of an older person.

"I know you did very well in the exam!" Claudia straightened her nose and couldn't help but exhale again, "Don't tease me at such a tense moment."

"I have contributed all my past papers." Erwin just smiled and accepted the glare from the other side of the long table from the fifth-year male prefect, "I was really wronged."

"Look at Weasley-"

Fred and George were competing for mine and yours at the dinner table. From time to time, the situation escalated, and the dinner was bound to turn into a Quidditch-meatball competition.

"That's because they are too abnormal." After all, this is the first time Clooney has taken a formal, graded wizard's exam! God! If something happens, will she become an illegal cane wielder?

Isn't this strange? Even the most neurotic people would be worried about this, right?

Professor Snape warned her that if she did not take the exams normally, he would refuse her application to advance to the Advanced Potions class next year - even though he had taught her a lot of relevant content.

"What does that mean?"

"If it wasn't an 'O', he wouldn't want it even if I got an 'E'."

"He does have the right to choose students." Erwin said, "But you are his favorite student-"

"If it weren't for the fact that I can enter most positions in the Ministry of Magic in the future." Emilia pinched Clooney's shoulder, "I don't want to see the dean's face again that can stop a child from crying at night."

The face that could stop a child from crying at night turned around as if she had something to say, causing Emilia to quickly squat behind the two of them.

Ever since her brother graduated, she has been even more afraid of this selfless and crazy incarcerated man.

"You'd better say less -" Clooney bent down and leaned into Emilia's ear, "Sometimes he is like a man with a soft ear. He may not hear good things, but he can hear a lot of bad things! "

"This is too scary." Emilia said, "Could it be that he is a bat spirit, as they said, and he can easily identify many sound waves?"

"Then you might as well say vampires - they like to turn into bats." But then I thought about it, vampires all have red lips, and Professor Snape's lips are often colorless because of his weak Qi and blood.

"That's not impossible." Emilia nodded matter-of-factly.

"Congratulations in advance on your victory in the first battle." Erwin shrugged, stood up and left, taking away the swarm of students on the long table.

The sound of clattering and pushing stools came from the long Ravenclaw table. The confident Ravenclaw prefect raised his glass in her direction from afar.

But unfortunately, the reflective lenses betrayed her. The bright mirror reflected twisted and tiny words, which were densely covered with red and blue ink stains. From a distance, they looked like paint that had been knocked over and mixed together.

Crowney smiled and raised the orange juice in her hand.