hp Ouroboros

Spider's End Alley, you can tell what kind of alley it is from the name - the stone road that has not been repaired and washed for hundreds of years, every cracked stone slab is covered with dirt, the streets here are either dead silent or scary There were some drunks who had been drinking all night screaming.Even if some people walk around occasionally, but seeing their suspicious looks with their heads lowered one by one, they must not be normal people to get along with.

On such a street, there was a strange incident. The house at the end of the alley had been unoccupied for about ten years. It can be seen from the outside of the small garden gate that half of the garden was dropped. The house was dilapidated. It's a mess.But the weirdness is that no one has ever entered that room—there are always some debtors who haven’t paid their money and their houses have been robbed, or people who have become homeless for unknown reasons, in short, spider tails. There are no vacant houses in Lane, even if someone abandons the house here and goes to other places to make a fortune.The front foot has just moved away, and the empty house will be occupied every other day or two.

Therefore, the house at the bottom of Spider's End Lane, which has been empty for more than ten years, looks very evil. Those who want to enter, without exception, will suddenly think of something that must be done, turn the corner and leave directly. Willing to try to get into that room.

The evil house at the bottom of Spider's End looks dilapidated to people from the outside, but in fact, if they can step over the 'Muggle Repelling Curse' that surrounds the whole house and walk in, they will find that the inside is not what it looks like from the outside. Although it looks old, the window glass is well mounted on it anyway, and the overall look is clean. The most severe professor in Hogwarts history, Mr. Snape, the Potions professor, is not Not one to tolerate clutter.

Of course, he didn't like receiving visitors during the summer when he rarely had time to experiment with potions, but this platinum-haired man in front of him was...well, maybe he could just barely count as his friend.

Lucius Malfoy, the current head of the Malfoy family, an ancient pure-blood family that has been passed down to this day, walked out from the fireplace in Snape's living room. Bloodshot, light smoky blue eyes rarely showed obvious anxiety.

"It seems that some people have finally used up all the beauty potions on the market, so they have to come and discuss with me." In the summer, Snape was still wearing a dark wizard robe, with his hands crossed on his chest, his face Said sarcastically.

Malfoy waved his hand indifferently, and sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, "I just thought, you might want to know some... special information."

"E.g?"

"For example, after a certain 'party' I happened to see that my sister, who 'maybe' won a gold cup as a reward, happened to see my *blocked keyword*." Uncheckable is emphasized a little bit.

Snape, who also graduated from Slytherin College, of course heard it, and he also knew what Lucius was talking about. This man planned to place some bets on the other side. It seems that Miss Slytherin did deal with Lu Xius later. Hughes threw the diary of one of the Dark Lord's Horcruxes to Miss Weasley, but he didn't expect that a little girl's beating would make this cunning man determined to release some news.

"You're right, Lucius," Snape said, looking a little better. "He won't win."

Malfoy didn't answer, looking at the residue in the fireplace, the two fell silent.After a while, Malfoy stood up as if he was about to leave, and said without thinking, "I just came to ask you for a bottle of special sleeping pills for Sissy today."

Snape nodded, turned back to the potion room, walked back quickly, and handed Malfoy a small bottle of purple potion, "You just came to get a bottle of sleeping pills."

As Malfoy stepped into the fireplace to sprinkle Floo powder, Snape added, "Draco has to do better, I think you have to teach him the importance of brains."

"I will, Severus, take care too." Malfoy said and sprinkled Floo powder, and the strange emerald green flames engulfed him violently.

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Even though Scotland is already located in the northern part of the world, the weather in July and August is not more comfortable than expected. Even Camille, who has always pursued exciting and interesting activities, chose to lie down in his girlfriend's manor.

The dark blue heat-absorbing flames in the room were burning fiercely, and the temperature stabilized at a pleasant value. At least Sylvia didn't feel hot.Rubbing her sore wrist from writing all morning, Sylvia put down the quill, and looked up to see a funny picture: Camille was completely stretched and lying on a bed placed in front of the heat-absorbing fireplace. On the water mattress, there were two other small iron buckets around them, both of which were filled with heat-absorbing flames. It was obvious that the whole body was surrounded by heat-absorbing flames, but Camille still showed a kind of "this person has melted, don't let him die." Read 'funny.

Sylvia walked up to her and sat on the corner of the water mattress in a funny way, poked the tight muscles around Camille's waist with interest, and brushed her black hair covering her face for a while, causing her to burst into tears. Inaudible grunts.

"Quick." The door of the study was knocked, and the voice of the butler Alger came, "Master, a letter has arrived."

"Come in." Sylvia said, still sitting on the water cushion, took off the scrunchie that tied her hair, and gently fixed Camille's hair and tied it up before taking the letter in Alger's hand.

Sylvia looked at the signature on the letter, frowned, stood up and walked back to the desk, "Principal Dumbledore's letter?"

After a while, no sound was heard, Camille looked up at Sylvia, "What's wrong?" Said and sat up from the water bed.

"The one with the gold cup has roughly fallen."

"You mean Hufflepuff's gold cup? Why so suddenly?" Camille frowned and walked to Sylvia to read the letter.

"Christmas was a little threatened by me. At least Mr. Malfoy listened to it a little bit. He didn't specify the specific location, but thinking about it, there is indeed a possibility."

"Lestrange *blocked keyword*?" Camille looked at the letter in Sylvia's hand, and didn't quite understand. She had never understood the intricacies of those Slytherin families.

"The eldest daughter of the Black family, Bellatrix, married into the Lestrange family..."

"Oh! That Bella Black who is said to be very good at fighting! I know this!" Camille hurriedly answered, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sylvia nodded helplessly and amusedly, Camille didn't care much about anything, probably only food and fighting caught her attention the most, "Lestrange *blocked keywords* and Like Mr. Malfoy, he has always been Voldemort's right-hand man. Mr. Malfoy may be better. He probably contributed a lot of money and was one of the benefactors behind the scenes. He didn't participate so blatantly in some terrorist activities at that time. So after Voldemort fell, he also survived by donating money."

"This Lestrange *blocked keyword* is different, she is a fan of Voldemort, she is very powerful in combat, but!" Sylvia glared at Camille who was a little eager to try, "But, in the end Caught and imprisoned in Azkaban for a long time!"

"I know, life imprisonment, so where did she hide the gold cup? Shouldn't all her property be confiscated? Could it be in the Ministry of Magic?"

Sylvia shook her head, "The property that was confiscated was only superficial properties, such as manors and land. But the goblins at Gringotts simply ignored the orders of the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic couldn't do anything about them, so Les Trange *masked keyword* must have a vault at Gringotts. Then we have to consider how complicated a nobleman's estate can be, and the gold cup is probably hidden in Lestrange Manor In the darkroom."

Camille rolled her eyes, "So it means that you can't get the gold cup by ordinary means. No one has ever escaped from Azkaban. If she doesn't come out, how can we have a chance to get the gold cup..."

Sylvia also poured out a badge from Dumbledore's envelope, which was a badge representing a Slytherin prefect, and a small note was attached to the back of the badge.Sylvia opened it and read: "Congratulations to Miss Slytherin for being elected as the prefect of Slytherin! It must be said that Miss Camille should also be the prefect of Gryffindor, but considering Realizing that she doesn't have much interest in managing common affairs, I withdraw this decision on my own initiative."

"Ha! That's great!" Camille didn't feel sorry for losing her chance to become a prefect. On the contrary, she was very happy, and Sylvia nodded approvingly, "I can't imagine you going to Lead the first-year freshmen back to the Gryffindor dormitory, and many freshmen may drop out of school because of your scare, or simply have their necks broken by you." Sylvia covered her mouth and sneered at the picture that appeared in her head.

Only a few days have passed since Dumbledore shared the latest news of the Horcrux discovery with Sylvia and Camille through letters. Jie poured a basin of cold water on his head - there was a person on the big front page photo with a sunken face, long hair that looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time, all tangled together, and eyes that were out of focus with the camera looked full of madness.

"Appalling! The first person in history to escape from Azkaban prison!! The Ministry of Magic confirmed today: Sirius Black, who is considered to be the most notorious prisoner in Azkaban Castle, successfully escaped by unknown means. Escaped and still at large. 'We are working hard to recapture Blake,' Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge said this morning. 'We ask the wizarding community to remain calm.' Some members of the International Confederation of Wizards have criticized Fudge The Muggle Prime Minister should not have been notified of the fact that Black is at large..." Sylvia read the text in the newspaper, and looked up at Camille who was sitting opposite her and was cutting the breakfast bacon, "before They were still saying that no one could escape for a few days, and they were immediately slapped in the face."

Camille shrugged, "How do I know which knowledge about the wizarding world is a lie! When one Black comes out, I always feel that the chances of the other coming out suddenly increase."

"In that case, it can be regarded as what you want. It is easier to catch her if she escapes than to stay inside. The Ministry of Magic may be tortured and go crazy. I don't know how long it will take to deal with Black's escape. Sylvia put down the newspaper and continued to eat her breakfast, "So I think we should officially start learning the Patronus Charm. The guards in Azkaban are all dementors."

"Well, although I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let the dementors float to the street to find Blake." Camille was not at all concerned about practicing the Patronus Charm, which can only be used to spread the word besides dealing with dementors. I don't have much interest in cool magic, but since my girlfriend has said it, let's learn it.