Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

"Perhaps most people only watch TV, or more in books, Claudine." Ms. Duffin thoughtfully opened the car door for her, waited for her to sit in the passenger seat, and then walked back to the main room. "But no one really knows how shocking that was, except for professionals."

Ms. Duffin is always popular with the little animals. She was surrounded by an extremely peaceful aura, and no one hated such a stable atmosphere.

This often makes people lose interest in exploring this famous psychiatrist.

Few people know that before engaging in the psychological counseling industry, Ms. Duffin studied psychiatry in college, not just "psychological counseling."

"You said you wanted a laboratory, Clowney, but you have never been exposed to animal experiments before."

"I've dissected rats too! Mom!" Claonia answered her, "I've tried many spells on them too."

"This may be related to the 'experiment' I mentioned, my child." Clonia could see Ms. Daffin's somewhat serious expression through the reflector in front. Usually there was only a warm smile on that face, which made Clooney feel that something unexpected might happen today.

The journey by car from the suburbs to the city center is not long.

Soon, they stopped in front of the moving white building. When Ms. Daphne parked her car in the parking space, an energetic old man walked out of the building. The guard saluted him respectfully.

"Dafen!" The enthusiastic man rushed in front of them almost as fast as flying, "I'm glad that you are still interested in this industry, I am very happy!"

"Sir." Ms. Daffin hugged back the doctor with a beautiful resume, "You know."

"Are you just bringing your children to see her?" The man looked at her with sharp eyes through the lenses, "Even your children, Dafen! No one can surpass your status."

"Please come in." The man stepped back gracefully and walked ahead. His hair was tangled on top of his head, his back was straight, and he looked full of confidence and passion for everything.

"You don't have to take time out of your busy schedule," Ms. Daffin said. "A student who quits halfway is not worth hosting."

"You are my light." The man turned his head, "It may be difficult for you to understand how rare your idea is academically and how long it can save in experimental steps and processes."

"This is what you already have," Ms. Duffin replied, "don't praise me too much."

"If possible," he said, "I would very much like to work with you again, Miss."

"If you could come to our institute..."

Ms. Duffin stopped at the fork in the road with familiarity: "I am very grateful for your kindness, sir."

"Maybe after a few years, you can get another assistant." She guided the man's gaze back, and the man suddenly saw the girl who was looking at him with a smile, as if he suddenly understood.

"Oh, hello." The man stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry for not saying hello to you right away, girl. You have to know what a precious opportunity your mother gave up. Everyone who worked with her didn't sigh. She didn’t choose this industry in the end.”

"This industry?"

"Neuroma, girl!" he said, "your mother is a genius!"

Crowney turned to look at her genius mother.

"Okay, Lemon."

"Clowney, this is Nicholas Robert Lemon. You may call him Mr. Nicholas."

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas."

"This is my daughter, Clonia Albert."

"Then I won't disturb your visit."

The man walked away again, looking very busy.

"Can we walk like this without being led by people?" Clooney followed Ms. Duffin's footsteps. She seemed to be very familiar with this maze-like place, where to get on the elevator and where to stop. The most terrifying thing is that there are still people who would nod at her.

Is it because of the name tag that Ms. Daffin just took out?

Or is it for other reasons?

"Ms. Albert!" Another young girl smiled at her, "Why are you here?"

"I want to bring my children to see it."

"How are you feeling lately, Canberra?"

"It feels good." The girl replied, "I feel much better, at least I don't have the same insomnia as before."

"You are under too much pressure," Ms. Daffin replied. "Having such thoughts is quite normal in the laboratory."

"I'm thinking maybe I'm not suitable for this industry..."

"But things are looking up now, aren't they?"

Then a canine growl came from a place covered by a curtain.

Can dogs be kept in hospitals?

Crowney was very sensitive to the sounds of animals and turned her head quickly.

The girl had a very strange look on her face again, as if something she didn't want to happen would definitely happen.

"Want to go in and have a look? Clooney?"

"Are you kidding?" Canberra exclaimed, "Aren't you afraid that your child will be scared?"

"That's why I brought her here, girl." Ms. Daffin patted the girl's shoulder soothingly, then turned her head. "Do you want to take a look? What you see next may give you nightmares."

Is it something bad?

The canine's bark was very unusual. It was a very short, urgent moan that gradually grew lower.

But isn't this a research institute?

"Okay." Canberra stood behind her, "Then at least let me be your backing, little girl."

Clooney tilted his head and saw dots of water stains in Canbera's eyes.

She looked sad.

Pushing open the glass door, the isolated sound was instantly amplified. The smell of blood hit my face. Even if they had already put on protective clothing and masks to isolate everything, the smell could penetrate into their necks through the thin cotton cloth.

It was a screaming beagle lying on the operating table, stroking its limbs.

He screamed and dug around, then yelled and stopped moving.

After a while, the rise and fall of his chest disappeared.

"What medicine was used?"

"This is an induced case," Campbell said. "Just exploring the mechanism."

Ms. Duffin put her hands in her pockets.

Soon, another heavily armed man grabbed the beagle's hind legs like a dead pig, not gently, and Clowney was startled.

He picked up the dog's hind legs and walked to the back of another door.

Ms. Daffin followed and opened the door for the doctor.

There are dog carcasses on display, suspended in the air by ropes, like pieces of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

"What is this? Mom?"