hp Ouroboros

Time passed between the first and third grades at Hogwarts when they were envied and hated by other seniors. Soon it was time for the final exam of the school year. The final exam of Potions was given by Professor Snape. The nearly collapsed seniors who were tormented by Professor Snape in charge of teaching two courses secretly wanted to see the flowers in the greenhouse being destroyed by Professor Snape's merciless 'black storm', but the juniors spread the news that Snape Professor Leitlin—yes, the students in the lower grades are now convincingly addressing Sylvia as a professor when walking on the road—very carefully took two classes and gave them a detailed review of the school year...Okay Yes, anyway, they are upperclassmen who are not loved by anyone!

wrong!The eyes of the seniors all focused on Camille, who was in the fourth grade of Gryffindor. At first, they just suddenly thought that Camille was Sylvia's girlfriend, and she could enjoy detailed tutoring from the first grade to the present, but soon Yes, most of them couldn't bear to look away: Camille's daily routine basically overlapped with Sylvia's, and then everyone shattered their glasses or jaws in shock. As for why...

"Is it okay for you to teach those little devils recently?" Camille and Sylvia walked in the corridor, ready to go to the next class together. Setting a precedent for allowing absenteeism, it is not easy for a good student to be as good as Sylvia.

"Very good. But you still call them brats, and you are only one year older than the third graders." Sylvia smiled, her dark green robe slightly undulating with her steps behind her.

Rolling his eyes a little, Camille said in a disapproving tone, "Anyone who can be slapped to death by me is a brat."

"Wow, according to this standard, I don't think there are many kids in the whole school who are not brats." Sylvia turned her head and glanced at the senior students on both sides of the corridor for some reason. Two eyes, "Including these seniors who have been staring at you for unknown reasons."

Now it is get out of class time, the voices in the corridor are noisy, and the voices of the two of them chatting are not low. Those students who were secretly staring at Camille heard what Sylvia said, and they were so "secretly" glanced at by her. Take a look...why do you feel murderous? !They did nothing!Isn't it okay to look at her girlfriend Camille now? !

Or sometimes Camille and Sylvia eat in the auditorium. Basically, the two of them usually don’t appear in the auditorium. I really don’t know where they have gone and what they ate. Sometimes, Sylvia will definitely sit next to Camille at the Gryffindor table, such as now.

Today is the last morning of the school year at Hogwarts for all the students, and they will take the express train home for the summer vacation in a while!

Sylvia walked into the auditorium and walked to the Gryffindor table very naturally. After all the Gryffindors were used to it, the vacant seat next to Camille was reserved for Gryffindor by default. She reserved it.

As soon as Sylvia sat down, Camille brought her a bowl of cereal, and the only plate of green that had never appeared in breakfast on the Gryffindor table before. I don’t know when it suddenly appeared. Vegetable salad – Speaking of that salad, last time a blind junior wanted to reach for a few green leaves from that salad, probably to beautify a meaty-looking breakfast plate , and then he was silently glared fiercely by Camille who had just sat in front of the plate of salad. The frightened boy's legs went limp, and he knelt down and fell on the dining table, splashing a piece of food...Of course, the plate The precious vegetable salad on the Gryffindor long table seemed to be covered by an invisible cover, becoming the only food that successfully 'survived' on that messy table.By now, the whole school had been forced to memorize Miss Sylvia Slytherin's breakfast menu.

Sylvia herself didn't know about it all the time. She also took the plate of salad with a flat face today. After kissing Camille on the cheek and saying good morning to her, the two of them ate quietly. Occasionally, Camille would frown and cut a piece of steak and throw it on Sylvia's overly plain breakfast plate, and Sylvia would insert some green vegetables while putting a piece of meat into her mouth. Put it on Camille's plate——the two of them are still only 14-year-old girls, where does the ordinary but daily feeling of an old couple come from? !

At the beginning of their peaceful breakfast time, Camille would stare at those damn green leaves for a while, as if hoping that with her fierce gaze, they would catch fire and turn them into a pile of inedible ashes , but in Sylvia's persistence... In fact, no one knows exactly what method Miss Slytherin used. Anyway, Miss Camille, who is basically a pure carnivorous creature with a hot temper in Gryffindor, suddenly After a while, he calmly accepted the green vegetables on the dinner plate.

But no matter what, as long as Sylvia and Camille show up to eat together, the students of Hogwarts always show two completely different reactions, one is a feeling of overfullness even though they haven’t eaten anything Weird feeling, people who have such symptoms usually don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend; If you don't have the emotional intelligence to deal with emotional crises, you will usually join the ranks of the first type of people before long.

Fortunately, today is the last time for the Hogwarts students this semester to endure the breakfast time of Sylvia and Camille, who thought they were low-key. Principal Dumbledore quickly knocked on the goblet and saved everyone Inexplicably bursting stomach and dry eyes.

"I'm very happy that another school year is over. I believe that everyone's heads are full of knowledge. The problem of the secret room has been perfectly solved, and our petrified classmates have returned to us smoothly. Let us give Some applause, Miss Slytherin and Mr Potter."

Harry blushed under the applause, he nodded stiffly to the students around him, he just passed out, and when he woke up again, he became one of the contributors to the Chamber of Secrets incident, thinking that he was of no help at all Harry felt that he couldn't greet everyone with a decent and generous smile like senior sister Sylvia, amidst the applause of teachers and students in the school.

This year's Academy Cup, without any suspense, Slytherin won again.

When everyone was lugging their bags and preparing to walk through the forest path to the train station in the bright sun, Sylvia and Camille looked particularly conspicuous as they said goodbye to Hermione in the foyer empty-handed.

"I think that's a bit unfair, too," Sylvia said with a smile, as they talked about Slytherin's ninth back-to-back House Cup win (basically Harry's first-year House Cup defeat to Glenn) Fendo is not included by them), "So I have already planned not to take extra points for the next semester, after all, I am already a 'professor', am I not! But I hope you can work hard next school year, four years Before I entered school, Slytherin House still won the House Cup for five consecutive years."

"Hey!" Camille snorted unrecognizably standing next to Sylvia, "I said you are fat, and you are still panting. Didn't you just work as a substitute teacher for the lower grades for a few months, and even teach!"

"Oh, Cam, don't you know best whether I'm fat or not, huh?" Coughed dryly twice by Sylvia's pointed words, Camille turned her head slightly and stopped talking.

Ron and Harry looked at each other, feeling that the conversation between Sylvia and Senior Camille seemed to be getting more and more difficult for people to participate.Hermione seemed to be used to it. Her eyes lit up when she heard that Sylvia would no longer fight for the House Cup for Slytherin next school year. The level is obviously greater than her ability to add points, and she is a little frustrated.

"It's okay, I'll get points next school year! Happy summer vacation!" Camille patted Hermione's head proudly, and walked out of the foyer with Sylvia to Sylvia's luxurious carriage parked slowly on the lawn .

"Oh, Cam, you can't take revenge like me for begging for mercy last night, you never score points!"

"Who begged for mercy!! I'm just humming!"

"Oh! Hand... Handcuffs... Take it away! Oh! Don't want it anymore!" Sylvia deliberately lowered her voice and imitated teasingly.

"Shut up!! That's because you used despicable means! If you have the ability, don't take anything today, let's do it again! See who is begging for mercy!"

The voices of the seniors could be heard faintly, the young Hermione and the others looked at each other suspiciously, handcuffs?The seniors always had topics they didn't understand. Shrugging their shoulders, dragging their luggage, the three of them walked to the train station side by side.

"By the way, I saw you writing something at breakfast just now?" Ron turned and asked Hermione when he suddenly thought of something while walking.

Nodded, "Yes, I wrote to Miss Parkinson."

"Crack!" The old suitcase that Ron dragged fell to the ground. "Parkinson?! Please don't tell me it's Parkinson in Slytherin." Ron looked disbelieving, as if Hermione had done something heinous.

Hermione didn't even stop, "I met her in France last summer. Miss Parkinson took me and my parents to the French Indus Street. It's as magical as Diagon Alley! Reciprocity, I think It is still necessary to invite her if she is willing to go to Australia to play together this summer."

"You think she'll agree?!" Harry asked Ron, who was still picking up the socks that fell out of the old suitcase.

"Probably not, but if they won't agree, it doesn't mean that I can omit the step of thanking the inquiry."

Extra Story: Trial Lessons from Substitute Professors

----Trial Lessons from Substitute Professors----

"Just practice with me once!"

"Come on, you've already given a speech in front of the whole school, what's so nervous about being a second-year brat in Potions class!"

Sylvia and Camille are in an empty classroom on the fifth floor that they have occupied for a long time. In the past two days, they are No. However, since the concept of 'debate' was brought up, it is conceivable that Camille gave in in the end-Sylvia's small but sharp mouth and her brain with a speed far beyond ordinary people ensured that she could face almost everyone. Everyone can win all the battles in the conversation at the time-and whether it is a girlfriend or a polemic skill, Camille has no strength in a fight at all.Sylvia's harassment two days ago, yes, her winking and lip biting were just tricks to harass the enemy before the battle, but just dealing with her little tricks, Camille felt exhausted, everything about the werewolf Desires are always high at any time, suppressing the idea of ​​pressing the smiling sweet woman in front of the wall has already taken all of Camille's willpower.

Seeing Sylvia with a book in her arms, smiling and pretending to stand behind a table, she sighed angrily. If she knew she couldn't compete with Sylvia, why would she not learn to take the opportunity to give herself something? What about Foley... Camille, who felt that she had gone too far in abstinence in order to fight against Sylvia not to be her guinea pig, lay on the table shriveled.

"Student, please sit up straight, class will start soon." Sylvia proudly stretched her snow-white and slender neck and raised her head, the complacent look on her face completely destroyed the standard movements of this Slytherin. But for no reason, there is a kind of playfulness in nobility.

Camille sat up and stared at Sylvia with what he thought was the most fierce look ever.

"How can you stare at the professor like this? Miss Camille!"

"Professor report, I'm sorry, I was born like this!" Hmph!She will fight back occasionally, okay?

"Well, that's really a good look, and I hope your brain matches your looks!" - Okay, now Camille is completely sure that Sylvia is really Professor Snape's apprentice, at least It used to be, the sarcastic style is basically the same, it's just that Sylvia obviously added some... provocative style?

Interestingly, Camille licked her bright white teeth, and deliberately opened her lips slightly to reveal sharp canine teeth.

Sylvia's silver-blue eyes darkened, and she began to lecture seriously. If she just listened to it, she would feel that this was a potion class with a perfect rhythm, but it was not difficult for Sylvia to learn from it When Ya walked around the seat, her green fingertips scraped Camille's wizard robe intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally rubbed her black hair to discover some unusual atmosphere.

Camille is not the type to sit and wait.

"Teacher!" Camille raised her hand in a dignified manner. She has fully entered the role now, um, but it is not an ordinary student role.

"What's the matter, Miss Camille?" Sylvia walked towards her with a smile.Camille is not the only one who feels high spirits!

The slightly curly long hair that was almost silvery in the sun was pulled aside by Sylvia, and as she bent over Camille, they hung down like a sparkling waterfall, covering Camille The sunlight was too strong, but it reflected a kind of holiness in her eyes. She looked like a converted believer, staring blankly at the shimmer of silver and gold interlaced.

The tip of the nose is a light aroma that is perfectly blended with dark chocolate and frosty flowers. Sylvia's slender and fair neck is exposed in front of her, with a fragile beauty like a sacrificial offering that may wither at any time, and the arc of her thin red lips is raised upwards And the silver-blue abyss in his eyes has a kind of cynical frivolity, like a devil who confuses people's hearts.Unknowingly, Camille's mind was seized, and he stared blankly at those unfathomable eyes.

When his eyes slowly turned to the silver-gray ring with a simple design on Sylvia's middle finger, Camille took a breath as if suddenly awakened.

"What's the matter, classmate? Can you share with me what you were thinking when you stared at the teacher just now?" Sylvia said seriously, but her eyes were full of teasing.

"Nothing." Camille replied very honestly, "The teacher is so beautiful, I was stunned."

This time it was Sylvia who took a deep breath. The power of an upright person's love words is unparalleled, not to mention that her little cutie probably didn't think she was talking about love at all—but in fact, it was even more so. It looks gross.

Such a straight ball made Sylvia not know what to reply. She pursed her lips to moisten her dry lips, but she didn't know that her actions just ignited the fire in the little werewolf's heart.

As a result of trying role-playing for the first time and misfired, Sylvia had to frantically rush from the empty classroom back to the Slytherin lounge at the bottom early in the morning when no students had come out for activities. It took two hours After finally getting a bottle of anti-swelling potion, I smeared it all over my head and face, so that I didn't have to go out with an unseasonable long scarf for a while—the clothes in her little closet It's all mid-cut and off-the-shoulder.She has always been a person of what she says, since Camille gave her the frost flower, which is now the necklace of the ring, she really threw all the high-necked clothes to an unknown corner of the manor .But of course, she wasn't so far-sighted at the time that not having a turtleneck would cause her much trouble with the task of 'covering hickeys' later.

Regarding the matter of covering the hickey, Sylvia and Camille have no special opinion. Anyway, the whole school already knows the fact that they are together, and the occasional one or two small strawberries on the neck is not a big deal Things - the premise is that there is only one or two! !

Sylvia applied the anti-swelling ointment across the continuous red marks on her neck, and made a "hiss", slightly stinging.The degree of exaggeration made Sylvia wonder, maybe she didn't apply medicine to go out, and even if everyone saw it, they probably wouldn't think about the hickey - who in the world would kiss his girlfriend like this!The situation was as dire as if she had been standing under the scorching sun for a day.Sylvia murmured and complained about Camille in a low voice by herself in the room. When she was thinking of finding an opportunity to give her some color, she never thought that she herself was also happily pulling Camille to let her continue .

Boil medicine, apply medicine to eliminate those hickey marks, take a bath, take care of appearance... Waiting for Sylvia to pick up the books and lesson plans of the first potions class that will be officially taught in a while, facing the Xiao Zhong let out an exclamation, flicked his robe and hurried to the Potions classroom in the cellar.

Sylvia's hectic morning mess was successfully concealed by her soon-to-be 5.6-foot tall legs that allowed her to walk quickly, and even the carefree and Gryffindor gran Miss Jie and the others hinted at their new professor for a while. Although Potter and Weasley are really not very smart, watching their surprised and funny performance is also a little fun for her to take on this substitute task.