Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Then we'll see you next month, busy man."

After waving goodbye to the girl in front of him one last time, Cedric walked in the direction of a sturdy middle-aged man. This is Cedric's father, the current Director of the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures.

The man was originally grinning, but now his smile was even more cheerful.

It's obvious that he still loves his children even if they disagree.

When she looked away, the three children were already standing in front of a tall and unfamiliar man.

People came and went around him, and the side glances he got from time to time showed his superior appearance. Black and shiny curly hair, plump cheeks and still sharp jawline.

Trimmed beard. Gray eyes full of laughter and shyness.

He was completely different from when he was taken away.

"Sirius?" Crowney looked at the excited children suspiciously.

"It's me, Clowney." The man laughed, like a puppy showing off. He stretched out his arms and shook them from side to side, "Doesn't it look good?"

He was wearing a very formal suit, with exquisite ripples floating in every corner of the outer robe. It was cut very appropriately and fit his body line.

It was obvious he was having a great time. It was completely different from the down-and-out, thin and depressed tramp at that time.

"What a big change." Clooney sighed, finally feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

She thought she could get a dog. But there was indeed an adult wizard standing in front of him, and he had no resemblance to the non-returning figure from before.

Mr. Black jumped briskly onto the smiling man's shoulders, bending his body to one side.

"Oh, my brother!" Sirius exaggeratedly held the fat cat's shaky ass, not caring that his silk robe was scratched by the cat's claws. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you there again? Fat?"

Mr. Black relieved the two of them from being at a loss for words.

Or Sirius' embarrassment.

Sirius had indeed imagined this scene, but God, what could you expect from a man who had never interacted with anyone other than staying in prison and dancing with dementors for several years, after viciously cursing his benefactor? , can you still excuse yourself with eloquent words?

He embraced the children with a smile.

Mr. Black's butt was pressed against Harry's head. Harry cared about this very much. He always felt that Mr. Black would put a little bit of flavor on his head that would interest the cat.

He tried to shift, but Sirius's attention wasn't on him—he was looking uncomfortably behind him, hoping the girl would follow him.

His eyes were so innocent. Crowney felt a little tempted to laugh. The original unhappiness has become blurred as time goes by.

"Okay." She followed them and squeezed out of the platform.

Unexpectedly, Blake did not choose to use his phantom to accompany them to their destination when they left the platform. Instead, he took the children and started wandering around.

The journey was not far, and they stopped between the buildings of Grimmauld Place.

Then, when they took a step towards one of the buildings, a broken door appeared out of thin air between the buildings.

[Number 12 Grimmauld Place] There is an even more shabby sign hanging next to the shabby door.

It was very different from Sirius's bright clothes.

Like a balloon stuffed into a gap and inflated, the poor Muggle houses were squeezed out by the inflated old mansion.

The stone steps wind down, giving it a welcoming feel.

I have to say, this is an interesting little trick. But Clooney didn't expect that wizards were actually willing to live among Muggles like this - which showed that they didn't refuse to communicate with Muggles.

Wizards have their own settlement villages. Of course, this does not mean that there are no Muggles in such a village.

But in such a village, even if there are Muggles, they only occupy a very small part. For example, in Godric's Hollow where Dumbledore lived, there were Muggles who had no idea that most people in the village had mysterious magical powers.

The children watched all this with wonder, even for wizards, such magic was very rare.

"Not plottable." Sirius said proudly, "This means that no one who has not been here without my permission will know that there is a house hidden here."

He stepped forward and pulled open the scarred silver door knocker in a gentlemanly manner, and a strong smell of darkness and mold hit his face as the door opened.

Harry couldn't help but sneeze several times.

"I told Kreacher...!" Sirius awkwardly lit the lamp, and a row of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up dimly. "Apparently he's gotten too old to be confused."

The outer shells of these lamps were covered with a thick layer of dust, but fortunately the room was finally a little brighter.

Obviously, there are no traces of anyone living here.

Clooney looked at the man calmly with his peripheral vision. Sirius Black was walking in with the children happily.

Under what circumstances would a home be devoid of any trace of a person’s life?

The wooden boards on the floor sometimes creaked when people stepped on them, making the big house feel even emptier.

Clooney thought that no one had provided a defense after Sirius was imprisoned, and that there was no other news after he was imprisoned unjustly...

Obviously, this is another tragedy.

But her estimate was wrong.

It's true that no one lives here, but there is something else.

After she stepped on an ugly black-haired deformed creature with four arms and four legs, she finally couldn't help but interrupt the lively conversation.

"Do you feel that there are too many foxy girls here?" She was so concerned about others that she couldn't take care of her own feet. Being bitten by such an ugly creature is not a pleasant thing. Crowney thought that if her leather shoes had not been enchanted, the soles of her feet must have been penetrated by the fangs of these little things.

Foxtails are ugly and nasty creatures that reproduce quickly and in large numbers. If they are not cleaned up in time when they are found at home, they will unknowingly take over every corner of your home.

They are so rampant!

Miss Albert expressionlessly crushed the creature that was chirping and trying to put its teeth through the surface of the leather boots: "This holiday, can we deal with them first?"

They turned around, until an even more unbridled vixen jumped into Sirius's face, and he angrily threw away the creatures that came one after another, and then shouted: "Kreacher!"

Another sharp voice sounded immediately.

"Bastard! Bastard! Unfilial son!" A woman's sharp curse sounded from behind a curtain, "Mud man living in the garbage heap!"

"Shut up!" Sirius didn't act like an adult this time. "I told you there would be guests!"