Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Claudia hadn't seen Snape so angry since their last argument. He even almost wanted to drag her from one end of the corridor to the other in front of his international friends.

"What tricks are you playing again, Albert?" The angry Professor Snape had this expression since the dinner.

After Harry Potter's name was announced, the expressions of students from other schools became very bad.

After the teachers entered the small room, the dinner ended.

After sending Durmstrang's friends back to the ship, Claudia saw Snape coming over from the dark clouds.

After saying hello to Medusa, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Claudia was dragged to Snape's lounge.

Medusa's half-open eyes suddenly widened, her mouth turned into a huge O-shape, and then she tried her best to hold the doorframe together with the little snakes on her head.

She looked like she wanted to scream, but when Snape glanced at her sharply, she swallowed her dissatisfaction back into her stomach.

"I don't know about the others!" Snape said angrily, "I still recognize your handwriting - Albert, what are you playing?"

The burnt paper floated back into Claudia's hand. Crowney read the words clearly. ber is connected to c, and l is in squiggle. She is the only one who has this quirk. Although it was burned beyond recognition, you can still vaguely see what is written on it.

"Is it you?" Snape's eyes stared at her like sharp hawks. "The arrogant and omnipotent Miss Albert thinks that she can hide everything from others. Only you have this ability, right?"

"what?"

"Did you throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?!"

"Yes, Professor."

He looked angrier.

"Did you cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire?"

"Why would I do something like that?" Claudia looked at him quietly, the expression on his face not wavering at all, "If I have this ability, the Goblet of Fire will naturally choose me. If not, then I am not worthy. ——Why would I do something like that?”

"Then how do you explain this -" Snape still stared at her, "why your name was chosen but the contract was not made?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Claudia calmly replied to the angry bat, "To be honest, I should be the one who is unhappy - I am obviously the more qualified person, right? At least I am better than Ha Leigh Porter is stronger."

"You still have the nerve to say this?"

"What's wrong?"

"You didn't help Potter - that - arrogant - arrogant savior! Throw his name in!?"

"If I have such ability, Professor." Claudia looked at him, "then I should be the one receiving instruction now, not anyone else in Hogwarts."

"You'd better not do anything."

"I'm really curious about who you think you and I are." Claudia could see that Snape's anger had no place to vent, and it was directed at her head. Even though he said that he no longer wanted to have anything to do with her, when he thought that this matter might have something to do with her, he couldn't help but want to blame her.

After spending so many years with her, Severus Snape would not make any mistakes on her. He was angry, worried, and overwhelmed that Harry Potter had been chosen as the fourth Champion.

Did he transfer that emotion to her?

Claudia calmly looked at the professor in front of him who he had been with for several years and his closest teacher.

"So, my name was chosen by the Goblet of Fire, but I can't make a contract? Is that so?" Claudia changed the subject first, "Albus also knows about this?"

"Yes." Snape took a deep breath and sat back on his sofa. It looked like his hair was about to explode.

Quite vivid.

"I never lie to you, you know that."

"..."

"..."

"you can go now."

"What are you angry about?" Claudia pulled a wooden stool aside and sat behind him, resting her chin on the back of the sofa closest to him. She ignored his expulsion order and even avoided his grabbing hand. .

"..."

Snape turned his head and glared at her angrily.

"I really don't know what you are angry about." The girl's voice changed from clear to deep. I don't know when it started. As time went by and her body grew, her voice also changed from clear to what it is now. . When she lowered her voice, she could even hear the air humming in her chest.

In Snape's memory, she was still the little carrot who only knew how to do things behind her back. Or the fat-headed fish who pouted stubbornly when someone provoked him, but was unwilling to shed tears for a moment.

This is not a good description.

But at some point, that scene reminded him of a woman who was equally tough and as stinging as vines and roses.

When he grew up, he never had the chance to interact with that person like he did when he was a child. He couldn't imagine what it was like for that person to walk towards another person step by step without him, and then become someone he didn't know at all, but yet No one has changed.

The only thing now under his control had changed.

There had been no communication for just a few months, and Albert was no longer the little girl in his memory.

What is he angry about? Angry is such a possibility.

Afraid that she was a rule breaker, afraid that she would be the target of public criticism, afraid of Potter, afraid that everything would be in vain in the end, afraid that this farce was Voldemort's trap.

There were many things that frightened him, but not that many. His world was already small, and apart from these people, he could have no other emotions.

Snape's anger was extinguished. This nameless anger should not have affected her in the first place. He knew that she was a measured person, and he even had this kind of self-confidence, this kind of annoying self-confidence.

"I said, what are you angry about?" Another voice became more serious. Claonia Albert walked around from behind him and stood in front of him, standing in front of the coffee table, her expression dimmed under the light of the fireplace. Only golden-red flames danced in her eyes.

"Severus Snape." Her voice was low and contained a powerful force, which seemed to be being suppressed by its owner. Snape was surprised to find that the black pupil was gradually losing its dark color. , moving closer to brighter colors, like glass beads whose ink has been washed away.

"Get out, Albert." Snape said without wavering. "You talk to your professor like this?"

Unpleasant magic was wandering around him, spreading throughout the rest room. Almost instantly, the manic magic filled the entire space, making people breathless.

The rest room was swept away with a rough search spell, and he still had the conscience to avoid those expensive potions textbooks.

A transparent blue curtain enveloped them, and then more violent magic rushed into his body.

Snape raised his wand almost instantly.

"Don't move," the girl said. "I checked."

"Tell me, what are you afraid of, Professor?" Snape broke away from the silent spell.

"presumptuous!"

"Then tell me!" she said. "Even if there is danger and it may drag me into the whirlpool of your love and hatred, you have to tell me!"

"I was already in the whirlpool, in the mire!" Claudia Albert said loudly, the magic was surging around her, and was contained within the confines of the curtain with all her strength. "I have been waiting for this day. Countless days and nights, now, Severus, you can tell me without any scruple, who-made-you-

It has to be this way? ! "