Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The next morning, Dumbledore announced Sirius' identity in the auditorium: a special observer from the Ministry of Magic.

I don’t know how he got this status. All in all, he sat on the teacher’s table justifiably, and he seemed to be very familiar with the teachers.

The students uniformly wore badges supporting Cedric on their chests. Cedric's handsome face is printed on it, perhaps this is the reason why the badge is so popular.

Claudia didn't care about this.

The weather was very good that day, and the sun rarely broke out from the rain, making the air warm.

Sybill Trelawney hurried towards the tower and bumped into her. The ornaments on her body clattered to the floor.

Claudia was also knocked staggering, but she still knelt down to help pick up the things. Professor Trelawney didn't like to use magic to touch her divination tools. She felt that doing so would disturb the objects' inherent magnetic field.

Just when she reached out to the scattered tarot cards and was about to close them up and stack them up from the smooth floor, the divination class professor who was always disliked by the students suddenly grabbed her hand.

The arm that had not been exposed to light for many years was glowing with an unhealthy white color. Due to the exertion, Claudia could see the weak veins under it.

"Don't go," she whispered, tremblingly.

"What?" Claudia didn't hear clearly. She thought Professor Trelawney wasn't going to let her touch these things that were not suitable for divination. Tarot cards really only like to be touched by strangers when doing divination. At other times, they only want to be with their owners.

She was about to take back her hand and help her pick up the spilled toilet paper.

But today, Trelawney's hand was surprisingly strong, and she was not shaken at all by Claudia's movements. Clooney raised his head to look at her, and met a pair of gray-white eyes that turned up and down abnormally.

"Don't go." She said loudly while trembling, "Don't do this!"

"I can't do anything, Professor." She held her back, Trelawney's trembling wrists trembling fragilely in her hands.

Soon, that strange state disappeared again.

This scene was too weird. It was different from the time they were alone together. It was a clear warning, as if something had taken hold of her and was warning her through Trelawney's body.

But she did nothing.

Claudia became flustered for no reason.

He held Trelawney with his backhand and lifted her up from the ground. Wrapped the tarot cards in black cotton cloth and put them back in her hand.

"Ah, ah, sorry." Professor Trelawney acted as if nothing happened, "I was too anxious."

"..." Claudia touched her heart, her heart still beating erratically.

"It's okay, Professor," she said. "Did you say something just now?"

"Ah, sorry!" Professor Trelawney said again, "I said, I have to go to class."

She let go and allowed the hasty teacher to return to her tower.

This incident made her feel a little confused. Although Trelawney's professor's predictions were never accurate. But she doesn't act like she's just faking it—professors admit she has some real abilities.

The prophecy rarely appeared, and only a few words were revealed to her when it wanted to appear. Unlike Grindelwald's talent, she cannot completely control him.

Grindelwald thinks this is a good thing. He had been tricked by a prophecy he thought was complete, which he believed was the main culprit in his failure.

"People are afraid because they see the future, and they are overconfident because they can predict the future. Even I can't avoid it." Grindelwald said, "It's not a good thing to rely too much on something that you don't fully believe in. .”

"If you can't control him, you can't trust him, and then you won't fully trust him."

She had never felt this way before, and wizards' strong feelings usually signaled the coming of something.

This worried her.

There was no reason for this. She usually didn't like to let inexplicable emotions control her life, and even suspected that she might be suffering from cardiac neurosis - a small problem that always caused the heart rate to become irregular.

The weather is perfect for a glass of wine.

In the afternoon when there are no classes, it is a good choice to sneak to Hogsmeade Village and have a sip of wine.

There were a lot of people in the Three Broomsticks Tavern. After all, it was not a day off, but Claudia saw two familiar heads.

"What are you doing here?" Claudia sneaked around and suddenly spoke from behind them, "I caught you."

Cedric and Rove shuddered in their seats and almost jumped out of their stools. Immediately afterwards, Rolf gritted his teeth and Cedric held her collar and stuffed Claudia between them.

"Man, that scared me to death."

"Why are you secretly drinking Firewhiskey?" Claudia said, "Is this legal?"

"Miss," said Luo Fu, "what kind of old-fashioned person are you?"

"Of course it's legal!" Luofu glanced up and down at her, "We can even bring the wine back next year."

Thinking about it this way, it seems right.

Claudia closed her mouth.

She was not very careful about her age. She counted the numbers on her fingers and she no longer had to do sneaky things.

"Firewhiskey." She pointed at the bar, "and a cup of hot mead."

"Drink it?" Cedric came over and took the whiskey away. "You're not going to tell me you've never had a drink?"

"What's wrong with mixing it with the drink?" Claudia moved his mead back in front of him, "There are also cocktails."

"None of them drank with it."

"That's not what you said." This time, Rove stood with his good brother, "You don't want to know the consequences."

"The boss lady doesn't have fire whiskey to sell, so you should order something." Claudia said, "And do you really feel comfortable drinking cold drinks in this weather?"

"It will heat up soon." Cedric tilted his head, "Ice wine won't taste that strong."

Firewhiskey was usually only sold in the Hog's Head, and apparently the boys smuggled the bottle into another bar.

The hot mead was served, and Claonia warmed his fingers with the side of the cup.

Only then did Cedric remember and took out a bunch of soft black items from his pocket: "I have always forgotten to return it to you."

"I've already said it," Claudia shook his head and didn't answer. Instead, he stuffed them back. "You can use the gloves first. I've already ordered them. The supplier said he would bring the materials for me in a few seconds. Come here. Don't be so hasty to pay me back."

"This is different." Cedric rejected her in a rare move, and the good man who always did what she wanted became unusually strong. Cedric leaned closer, the heat radiating through the sweater as he got closer.

The honey-colored eyes that were usually illuminated by warm lights revealed their original color under the blue-white firelight.

"I need this gift." He said seriously, his gray eyes lost their usual warmth, and suddenly became sharp, "But I want you to use it when you give it to me, not what you need. Is that okay?" "

"..." Claonia opened her mouth wide and watched in silence as the boy took out the black dragon leather gloves from his pocket, then unfolded them from the sides and put them on from his fingertips bit by bit. Finally, he fastened the gloves on her wrists.

"Hahahaha..." Luofu smiled awkwardly, chewing French fries non-stop, as if this would make him look better, "What a great request."

"Okay." Claonia lowered her eyes and looked at her neatly dressed hands. She didn't know if it was the original effect of the dragon skin or the mead she drank, but she also felt hot.