Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

When Dumbledore arrived, Sirius Black was resting his elbow on Clowney's shoulder, with a smile on his face all the time.

"To be honest, mice are not unpalatable." Sirius tilted his head and said thoughtfully, "As long as it is done well, man. It's a pity that there was no salt at the time, and it would be too smelly without bleeding."

"Ugh." Hermione choked, "Why are you saying this!"

"That sounds disgusting," Harry said. "I'd rather drink pumpkin juice."

"I thought so," said Ron. "It's as scary as a spider."

"Of course spiders can actually be eaten," Sirius said.

"Then I will think you are a warrior!" Ron shook his head tremblingly.

"It seems you are getting along well?" The old man's voice came from not far away from them. Dumbledore was standing between the residential buildings in Grimmauld Place wearing a dark purple robe. He stood on the grass.

"Ah, Albus." Sirius then turned his head, his brows filled with satisfaction and relief. "Yes."

"Sirius." Dumbledore was very happy that he had walked out of that dark journey. He smiled, "Claudine, Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

Clooney slipped out from under Sirius's elbow and got to the edge of Dumbledore's robe: "You're here!"

"Yes." Dumbledore lowered his head, "Are you ready?"

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time." Clooney couldn't find the north in excitement, "I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"Then we'll see you again in a while." Clooney turned his head and said goodbye to the children, "Looking forward to your good news."

"Of course." Sirius put his hand on his godson's shoulder again, "They will have a happy holiday."

As soon as Clooney's hand touched Dumbledore's elbow, their new journey began at that moment.

It was unimaginable for Clowney that Dumbledore's phantom could travel such a distance. They traveled across almost the entire British Empire before stopping in front of a deserted fireplace.

Then, following a series of complicated spells, they were teleported together into a silent black cage.

They were close together. But Dumbledore seemed to be used to such ups and downs of the journey, and there was not a single hand in his that was not holding hers.

"This is a very novel experience," he said. "It's a pity that I didn't enjoy this kind of treatment when I was young."

What kind of treatment? Transporting prisoners?

Crowney thought dizzy.

Dumbledore pressed her eyes so that they would not be burned by the light from the door that suddenly opened. They passed through the long black.

The tower is far more lively in summer than in winter. The prison, which does not see sunlight all year round, can only serve as a cool shelter in summer.

Dumbledore looked at the familiar scene in his memory with emotion. Then he looked down at the girl's stubborn hair. Give it a couple of gentle pats.

When Crowney opened her eyes, all she could see was the tower of expressions standing in the plain in the distance.

"Albus." Two people nodded to him seriously, and then Dumbledore hugged her closer to the place.

This doesn't feel like a prison. to be honest.

It's more like a tomb.

Claudia hid behind Dumbledore, feeling a rare flinch.

She hasn't figured out how to face him yet. The teacher she accepted first gave her ideas, taught her knowledge that others could hardly give, and...

Let her finally make up her mind to follow a certain path.

She was a little unconscious. Dreams are always filled with illusions and neurological errors. How could she be sure that this person was that person?

【not to mention. 】Claudine raised his head and saw the huge stretching wall of the tower.

They soon reached the side of Newgamund.

The stone buildings were covered with moss and black stains. The writing on the door is vaguely visible.

There is only one solitary tower in such a large area.

She looked back and saw that people had already left. There wasn't even a tree around.

This is an abandoned place.

The door opened naturally, as if it had never been locked.

Dumbledore's pale hands became the only bright color in the tower.

The water droplets that sublimate and then condense are all over the spiraling escalator. Crowney saw a very familiar figure.

"Ah..." She saw the figure in tattered clothes flashing past, "It's it..."

The old and grumpy house elf. She had seen her death.

It's an amazing feeling. It is especially when you see a person or creature die before your eyes. Then suddenly it appears in front of you one day.

It never knew her, but to Clooney, it was an old friend.

Her heart was beating like a drum as she followed Dumbledore. She felt that with every step forward, her heart would beat a beat faster.

"Oh! Crowney!"

"Watch your step!"

The greatest white wizard today, whose skills have not deteriorated, quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling through the hollow in the middle: "It is indeed a bit old here, and it is not so safe."

Although he was also confident that he would catch her before she fell.

Dumbledore thought with interest.

He was in a good mood for no reason.

Originally, he should have kept a straight face, tightened his thoughts, and thought about why he did this, or why he made the next decision to bring a little girl with a similar personality to a certain person to meet him.

But when he got here, everything disappeared.

Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled in the dim light from the top of the tower, and his tone was smiling: "What's the matter? Are you so excited that you can't walk?"

"I thought you were looking forward to meeting your 'old friends'."

She smiled nervously, then grabbed Dumbledore's robe tightly: "It's a bit..."

After passing several empty prison cells, they came to a stone door. Through the railings, she could vaguely see a figure inside.

"Now that you're here." The voice was full of malice and hoarse bubbles, which made Clooney feel a little familiar, "Why don't you come in first and say hello?"

"Albus?"

Crowney took a sharp breath.