Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

This vacation from all the exams could have been as perfect as the rest. Clonia didn't hate exams, especially ones that would lead to something more for her, they were just an invitation to get started.

To be honest, she has planned the development route for her small medicine store in the next ten years, and has prepared the development of alchemy items in the next ten years and the improvements that may be brought about by product upgrades in the next twenty years.

Everything is going smoothly, even Cedric's Muggle studies are going very well - although they don't always stay together, it is obvious that those things can make people continue to reason and can be used in life all the time. The subjects gave him a great attraction.

But what's worse, just one week before the start of school, Claudia finally discovered something very serious.

Her teacher, the first potion master who died in the prophecy she knew nothing about but was still alive and kicking, with a supreme head, had entered a very strange period without her knowing it.

Clowney defines it as a period of belated rebellion.

Hermione strongly disagreed with this concept - this was not the so-called belated rebellious period, Hermione thought, although this was disrespectful to this professor who did have profound knowledge, but.

Severus Snape had always been this person - at least in this case against her.

Of course, she didn't mean that Snape was inherently mean.

But that didn't surprise Hermione. A person might be able to fake it for a long time, but it was clear that Snape's meanness finally came to the surface from deep within him.

Severus Snape suddenly began to announce that he was closing his doors and would not accept any visitors from now on. Although he considered himself to be a barren life, he had very few people who could visit him and be called "friends". Even if he is a good teacher, no one has ever been able to gain such access.

But Claudia did this, and at least as a student, she did get preferential treatment that others never got.

Of course, not all students can publish three articles in potions journals in just one year on the mechanism of potions compensating the human body and the mechanism of discovering new uses of herbal medicines.

But obviously, Snape wanted to take back this preferential treatment.

Without warning.

That afternoon poor Claudia bumped into Lucius Malfoy. She was in high spirits at the time, cheering for the arrival of the new semester, and hoped to visit her neighbor before the semester arrived - the dean who was as withdrawn as a lonely old man but who was indeed in her prime and was always full of unpaid overtime.

But at a corner about fifty meters from the entrance to Pointer Alley, this pureblood who always held his head high and called himself a nobleman was never willing to appear in any place that he thought did not match his status.

But this muddy path with countless floating smoke, although they escaped from the slums not far away, is obviously not a good place for Malfoys.

They exchanged greetings, looked at each other and smiled, tacitly understanding each other's origins and whereabouts.

When they parted, and Miss Albert knocked at her poor professor's door as usual, she found that no one opened it for her.

"What's going on?" She stretched her head, trying to see what was going on inside through the window. But she failed. Thick brown curtains were drawn over the windows.

"Noknok?"

No one answered her.

But the thing is, if the poor old professor hadn't been home, Malfoy wouldn't have come - if he hadn't been that stupid. So what's going on?

Miss Albert stood for a moment. He took the trouble to knock on the door three more times.

This time she heard the sound of chairs being dragged on the wooden floor, and the thump of someone walking on the wooden floor.

"So what." The black-faced Dean of Slytherin opened the door with a sallow face and expressionless, "Excuse me."

"Nothing?" Miss Albert nimbly slipped under his robe, "What happened?"

"Nothing, why?" Professor Snape closed the door expressionlessly.

"You don't look well, sir," she said. "Has Malfoy been here just now?"

"Been here," Snape said, "but it has nothing to do with you."

"OK?" Claudia fell straight towards the most conspicuous single sofa. Since the smell of medicinal herbs was still steaming in this room, I thought that the poor old professor wouldn't be able to use him for a while.

"Albert." Snape didn't seem to care about this. Just as she guessed, he turned to his workbench and continued the work at hand.

"need me?"

"No!"

"Then what do you want to say?"

"I don't think it's a good thing to visit your teacher's house repeatedly." Snape turned his back. "You have already got what you want. My knowledge is limited to this. I have nothing more to give you." ”

"This is not my request." Miss Albert felt puzzled. "This is normal. Close teacher-student relationship? Like-minded friends? We always live in the same place, and our homes are very close to each other. Isn't it right to visit each other? Is it a normal thing?”

"Aren't we usually like this? Is there anything strange?"

"Your home isn't here."

"But I spend most of my time here." Claudia answered him. "I can't practice magic at home."

Claudia was confused by this. Although people's personalities are always unpredictable, for a stable person, a person's behavior is predictable. Snape was indeed a trouble-hating person, but he also had friends he could keep company with. If a person's existence can bring him convenience rather than its opposite, even a young man who seems very weird to others will not reject such a person.

This is strange.

"So?" Snape still had his back on his back, "Because it is very convenient and interesting? What others can bring to you by being close to this house can also bring you, can't you give me a free and free place without any other things?" Are there days when people disturb you, Albert? Aren’t these years enough?”

"what?"

"Do you want me to say it again?"

"Don't you think this accusation is very inexplicable?" Claudia stood up from the sofa in disbelief, "So, what? What's going on? I've been out this holiday, and there are very few letters. I have Asking questions that only idiots ask? Did I bother you when you were busy?"

"You think I treat this all as a game?"

"Isn't it?" Snape slammed the spoon of the cauldron down, "Isn't it? You should know this when someone doesn't want to open the door for you! Albert!"

"I don't care what game you're playing, whether it's fame and fortune, trying to get other people's approval, or something else. I'm not a good candidate."

Choking smoke gathered above the cauldrons, and Snape pointed his wand angrily there: "Now, at this moment, you are disturbing me."

Snape almost never misses, but what does this have to do with him? Malfoy had just left, and they were just one behind the other. If the failure in making the potion in front of them was due to her, wouldn't it be due to Malfoy's? She couldn't imagine Snape blaming her for this.

It started out of nowhere, and Severus Snape didn't even turn around when he said those awful words. It wasn't until he angrily threw the crucible and the cleaned stirring spoon into the sink that Clooney realized that he was actually angry.

This is too crazy! What's going on? Isn’t it just a vacation? Did a holiday spent in isolation drive him crazy?

Claudia was holding back her anger and her eyes were wider than usual. She took two deep breaths.

"So what are you doing?"

"Don't make me say it a third time! Claudia Albert!"

"Okay! Okay!" Clooney responded loudly, throwing the German specialties he brought on the floor, "You are an adult! Professor! No matter how good our relationship is, you should not put your relationship with Mal on the floor. Fu Tan’s anger was vented on me!!!”

The sausages bounced on the floor, and one of them rolled onto the carpet. The stall was covered in dirt and dust, and it was obviously not something that could be solved by just cleaning it up. But Clowney doesn't want to worry about it now.

Clay figurines also have anger, not to mention that anyone who visits in high spirits and is suddenly scolded by the person they are visiting will not feel good.

With a sullen face, she walked to the fireplace, roughly grabbed a handful of Floo powder, put some of it into her pocket and shouted loudly: "Sophik Manor!"

The floo powder burned, and she was where she was after the flames engulfed her.

"Is it so awesome?" Claudia rolled out of the fireplace in a state of embarrassment, her shoes covered with branches, soil and some plant tubers. She even felt like she had stepped on feces, "You turned off my Floo!!"

"It's my floo network."

"Now, get out of my house, Albert."

No one answered the eccentric professor's question. Danmen answered him.

The girl rushed out like a gust of wind, slamming the door that had just been replaced with a loud bang.