hp Ouroboros

Sylvia pretended not to see the pale faces of the Malfoys, and continued on her own: "As the pieces of the soul were torn off one by one, what was left on the main soul was anger, fear, and greed... .The darkness never ends, and people go mad. I think this is the result that the teacher Salazar saw nearly a thousand years ago, so he ordered to stop his students from continuing to study this magic."

Malfoy's worst fears still happened.What Sylvia said next made the hairs on the backs of the couple stand up, and cold sweat dripped down.

"The funniest thing was that Cam and I found the Ravenclaw diadem at school, and it had one of those soul shards attached to it, and when I touched it, it brought back my darkest emotions, luckily I was around There is Cam, even if you call me back. But, you know, it was at school, anyone could have touched that crown, right? Including your precious son, Mr. Draco Malfoy, I don't believe it His two hunky henchmen are even remotely comparable to Cam, so I guess we can just hope we don't have anything like that in the school anymore, don't we?"

At the mention of Draco's possible danger, Mrs. Malfoy's face turned pale, and her eyes widened with horror.Mr. Malfoy looked quite calm, and forced a stiff smile, "Yeah, it's really dangerous, I think I should write to the school board, Dumbledore is getting older and useless, even the safety of students I can't even protect it. Xiaolong wrote to us a few days ago and told us that there is a monster roaming around the school, it's really outrageous."

"Well, that's an idea, but I personally think that Mr. Dumbledore already has a clue about the monster. If it wasn't for Cam and I, I happened to find some information about the secret room and the monster in the documents kept in the manor. The message...I'm about to be misunderstood by the whole school as the person who attacked everyone, this is a vendetta." Sylvia looked straight at Mr. Malfoy's smoky blue eyes without smiling at all, Malfoy Foo bowed his head and took a sip of the champagne in his hand to relieve the pressure of facing Sylvia. This girl is only 14 years old...Lucius felt trembling, he was now caught between two 'Heirs of Slytherin' , the wind and rain were uncertain, and he had to worry about the future of the Malfoy family.

Sylvia sighed and suddenly felt very tired. She turned her gaze away and said in a bitter tone, "The Slytherin family has long since disappeared, and only the occasional luck of returning to the ancestors is surviving. The three disciples of the teacher Salazar passed on The family that came down... the Prince family that inherited the potion is gone, and the Black family that inherited the secret of death... Heh," Sylvia raised her eyes and glanced at Mrs. Malfoy, "the only one who is still alive is also The members who are not in the prison can only be Mrs. Malfoy now. In the prison, one is Mrs. Lestrange; gone."

Looking at Mr. Malfoy in a blink of an eye, Sylvia's eyes suddenly showed pity, "The inheritance of soul magic... now I just hope that it doesn't exist in name only after the hero who has protected Hogwarts so far."

Turning her head and looking around the audience, Sylvia sighed again, "This is a banquet hosted by the Slytherin family, I only saw Slytherins, and occasionally one or two Ravenclaws... But Huh Where are the Chippaches and Gryffindors? The only foreign guests are from Durmstrang, and where are the French from Bubaston?"

"The desire to survive is a good thing, but life shouldn't just be survival, should it?" Although Sylvia said a question, she didn't want to listen to their answers right now, and said goodbye to the Malfoys politely.

She has already said this, if they continue to be obsessed...I believe that even the mentor Salazar will not mind her helping him clean up the house-Slytherin would rather be in need.

Sylvia woke up to the sound of running water. She frowned and adapted to the sunlight coming in from the window before sitting up. She stared blankly at the messy room for a while before remembering what she said. It was in the great room on the second floor of the Slytherin Manor.

After returning from the banquet last night, Camille really did what she said before that 'they are going to discuss about Sylvia's dress' - now the dress is scattered in the guest room in a pile of rags. colored wooden floor.

Sylvia thought of Camille's anxious look last night... well, there were probably some small 'corpses' of the dress scattered along the way from the foyer to the nearest guest room, such as the zipper on the back or something .Fortunately, Sylvia remembered that the wolf-fur shawl she liked so much was supposed to be lying intact by the gate of the foyer—Cam tore off her shawl before the door closed as soon as Cam entered.

The door of the bathroom was opened, and Camille came out with a blast of hot steam. Seeing Sylvia sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, she smiled happily and said in a low voice. Say, "Good morning, Searle."

Camille is still wearing a black racer-back vest, and the fireplace is burning brightly. It seems that Camille got up in the morning to make it. Sylvia remembered that they were entangled yesterday, and it was very difficult to even walk to this room. Think of a fireplace.

Reluctant to use transfiguration to turn the pillow into a piece of clothing that can at least cover her body, Sylvia smiled and stretched out her hand to play tricks, insisting on letting Camille hug her up.

"Where's my Christmas present?" Sylvia put her arms around Camille's neck and asked with a sweet smile, "Would you like to send the school owl to the bedside of the school dormitory?"

Shaking his head, Camille put Sylvia down, took out the wand from the wand holder by his leg, and pointed to the titanium frost flower necklace on Sylvia's neck that hadn't been taken off since Christmas in the third grade. "Prototype reflection."

With Camille canceling the solidification transformation, the small but delicate frost flower disappeared, and became a titanium ring with a simple design-this is the last time they went to Diagon Alley'Mrs. Gordon's Jewelry Box' A pair of rings in a set of accessories recommended to Camille by Mrs. Gordon in the store.

Taking the necklace from Sylvia's neck who was about to stop breathing, Camille held the ring and looked at Sylvia, her golden eyes were full of seriousness, and if you look carefully, you can easily find Camille It's rare to be nervous, but now Sylvia's attention is completely out of there, isn't it...? !

"Will you marry me, Sylvia Slytherin?" The sun shone through the window, it must be the snow outside that made the light more dazzling, otherwise why would tears kept dripping from her eyes, her head was dizzy for a while, unexpectedly I also had auditory hallucinations, oh!Or was she not awake at all?

Camille only saw Sylvia covering her mouth with her hands, and the tears in her widened eyes were dripping down like little diamonds. Her face was flushed and she seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

Taking a deep breath, Camille cheered herself up, and asked again in a gentle but firm tone: "Will you marry me, Sylvia Slytherin?"

Sylvia was startled by Camille's voice, and looked up at her in a daze, "Ah!!!!" She suddenly screamed without warning, and jumped up and hung on Camille, screaming softly. Jiao said incoherently, "Yes, yes, willing, willing, good, good..."

Camille looked at Sylvia crying and laughing, her delicate face was covered with tears, the corner of her right eye was still stained with eye feces, her silver-gray messy hair hadn't been tidied up in time, her clothes even It's still a fat cotton pajama made out of pillows... To be honest, Sylvia looks the most miserable Camille has ever seen, but she thinks Sylvia looks beautiful now - Sylvia Via was laughing happily, hers, Sylvia... hers... Camille put the ring on Sylvia's middle finger quickly, and hugged Sylvia violently, causing her to There was a burst of exclamation, but soon the two of them fell back on the bed laughing at the same time as never before. They didn't know who started it. They laughed very childishly and played a pillow fight.

Sylvia was panting and resting in Camille's arms. Now her hair was messed up, and the pajamas turned from the pillow were crumpled like a big rag. Camille was not much better, her thick black hair was loose It looked like a vivid black lion, but the two of them didn't care about it now. They leaned together, and an unprecedented peace and warmth radiated from their hearts.

"Now think about it, how can anyone propose at the age of 14!" Sylvia's thoughts finally came back to her head, and while she said playfully, she raised her hands in the air and kept going under the light shining in from the window. Turning the wrist back and forth, left and right, admiring the very ordinary-looking ring on the middle finger.

"I will." Camille's flat and deep voice has a kind of solid and reassuring magical power. Sylvia puts down her hands and retracts them into her arms, but the sincere and happy smile on her face can't stop ——Camille is such a person. She only focuses on the things and people she cares about. The rest of the world seems to have nothing to do with her. Sylvia thinks this is why Camille looked so indifferent before Right—she didn't care about her back then, but it's different now. The two people who have experienced their own ups and downs finally walked into each other's hearts and became each other's world.

In Hogwarts castle, Harry's world suddenly became warmer.

Harry and Ron had been dragged out of bed by Hermione - I didn't know what to say about the fact that the girls were allowed into the boys' dormitory.

"Well, it's another sweater, but at least I like the color this year!" Ron unwrapped his mother's present for him. According to the Weasley family's custom, he received a dark gold red sweater again this year. .

After Harry unwrapped a large package of fudge presents from Hagrid, he saw a silver-gray package, not very big, but it was particularly conspicuous in a piece of gold-red packaging, and he took it in his hand.

"Sylvia Slytherin and Camille!" Hermione exclaimed. It was hard to imagine that the two seniors would jointly give Harry a gift. "Look what it is!" Ron also leaned over.

It was a thin book, very old, and I couldn't even make out what was written on the cover. Along with the old book that felt as if it was about to pulverize at any moment, there was a letter.

Harry opened it, not minding sharing the miraculously sent letter from his seniors with his two good friends.

"Mr. Potter, first of all I wish you a Merry Christmas. This old book was found by Camille among the seemingly endless ancient materials in my manor. I believe you will be interested in keeping it-after I read it, I think This magic should be the magic your great mother used to protect you." Harry stopped suddenly at this point, the magic his mother used to protect him? !Hermione and Ron also gasped nearby.

Eagerly turning the three-page letter that was only the size of a palm to the second page, Harry trembled and continued to read: "I must tell you, this is a soul magic, but it is a good one. The caster specifies A protected object, at the cost of sacrificing itself, forms a powerful and long-lasting protection magic, yes, this is an ancient soul magic, so modern black magic like the killing curse that Voldemort used to kill you is It can be rebounded, and this protective magic continues the protective effect with the caster's blood relatives - I think this is why Principal Dumbledore insists that you live with your aunt's family - until you reach adulthood, every year Living with blood relatives for a while can keep the protective spell your mother casts on you."

Harry turned to the third page, "The difficulty of soul magic is very high, and don't forget that she is still a bitch wizard, the casting of soul magic is more painful for her, but for you, she gave her life, I hope you Don't forget her sacrifice. Your mother was a hero, Mr. Potter, she gave everything for the one she loved, and that's what Cam and I have proposed for you this Christmas."

Taking off his glasses, Harry wiped his eyes hard and sniffed, he read the last sentence over and over again, his mother is a hero... it was the best Christmas present he ever received.