hp Ouroboros

Going to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the new semester before school starts is a must for every little wizard. Logically speaking, this alley is only that big, and once a year, there are always times when it no longer feels so fresh, but Don't forget that this is a magic alley, you never know what new things will appear here.

Even though he finally ran away from home because of his aunt's infatuation during the summer vacation, Harry, who had somehow lived in the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance of Diagon Alley for a few weeks, already seemed to be rotten in Diagon Alley, and he was still with him. When good friends Ron and Hermione met, they squeezed into the alley with people coming and going again with great interest and looked around.

Hermione even had to tear Harry and Ron off the window glass of the magic broom shop, and she was going to buy her own birthday present today! The new broom, which looked very expensive, seemed to be on fire. What kind of arrow, seeing that the price was not even listed on the price tag, and I directly wrote the negotiable one, I felt that even if Harry's parents left him a small coffers, he still couldn't afford it.

"That's the only cat you bought?!" Ron looked at Hermione coming out of the pet store, holding in his arms the turmeric that almost ate his mouse Scabbers just now, and let out a wave of disgust. yelling.

"Crookshanks has been there for a long time, no one wants him, don't you feel very pitiful?"

"All I know is that the damn thing almost grabbed my scalp! Then it's ugly..."

He had already bought everything he needed for the start of school last week, but Harry still accompanied his friends through the crowded Diagon Alley to buy what they needed.Hearing Hermione and Ron's noisy arguments, Harry smiled. He missed his friends, and this summer vacation was really enjoyable.

They walked into the Lihen Bookstore. The store windows usually display spell books the size of floor tiles with golden embossments. Now these books are gone, replaced by a large iron cage containing about a hundred copies of "Monsters" The Book of Monsters"--it was Hagrid's birthday gift to Harry this year, the book that was so manic that Harry had to tie it tightly with a belt.Closed together, the books wrestled in a furious wrestling, belligerently biting and fighting, sending broken pages flying here and there.Ron and Hermione were so taken aback that they forgot to continue arguing about Hermione's new pet.

As soon as Hermione stepped into the bookstore, she saw two people standing in front of the cage. One of them stood out from the crowd with very beautiful curly silver-gray long hair. "Sister Sylvia, Sister Camille!" Hermione Min yelled happily.

Sylvia turned her head and nodded smilingly at Hermione and Harry and Ron who were pushing behind her.

"Hello, we want two copies of this book." Camille and Hermione nodded, then turned back to look at the bookstore clerk standing by the cage.

Hearing that Camille wanted two copies at once, the skinny clerk turned pale with fright, and put on the thick gloves placed next to the cage with a mournful face, but Hermione's next words almost made him faint. "We want two too," said Hermione.

As soon as the poor clerk put his hand in, they heard the sound of "crack, clap!", and the books snapped at his hand like piranhas who saw meat.After finally taking out a book, the green book with some hairs was struggling violently in his hand, and one of them failed to grasp it. Seeing that the book had grown up, there were teeth on the edge of the book, like a long book. The big mouth bit Sylvia next to her, and Hermione even let out a cry.

Before the book got close to Sylvia, Camille stretched out his right hand and grabbed the book like lightning, looking at the book that was still struggling after being caught, Camille's eyes shone with golden light, "Hmph !” With a cry, he clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed it hard on the writing without mercy.

"Hey!" The book actually wailed, as if fainted, it fell into Camille's hand and remained motionless.

What's interesting is that the other monster books that were fighting in the iron cage didn't know whether they heard or saw the "tragedy" of that book, and they all fell silent all of a sudden. , They hurriedly lined up and lay down, pretending that the cages were stacks of neat ordinary books, as if the chaos just now was just an illusion.

Everything happened so fast, the clerk's hand was still stretched out in mid-air to grab the escaped book, and he stared at the monster book cage that suddenly became quiet, his eyes widened before he could react.

Camille handed the monster book in his hand to Sylvia, reached into the cage and took out three more, and handed one to Hermione and Ron each.

"This book is quite interesting." Camille grabbed the monster book in his hand and looked around with great interest.

"I always feel that Professor Bourne is not someone who would designate such...exciting books as textbooks." Sylvia nodded and touched the green fluff on the cover of the monster book in her hand. If it was as quiet as it is now If it comes down, it looks like a serious and well-designed book, "Cam, why don't you punch all of your books? I think Miss Granger and the others may not have a good way to deal with such an exciting book, but be careful, Don't type *blocked keyword*."

"Books aren't living things, are they? They can't be killed!" Camille was gearing up, staring at the monster book in Hermione and Ron's hands with bright eyes.Harry swore he'd seen Ron and Hermione's books shivering in their hands, so the wizarding world was interesting.

After hearing that Harry and the others lived in the Leaky Cauldron, Sylvia suddenly became interested and asked Camille to ask for a room at the Leaky Cauldron, planning to experience the Leaky Cauldron as well.

But it seemed that something happened at night. When Sylvia and Camille were about to go out to the station early in the morning, they saw Harry, who was crowded into the Weasley super-large family, with a bad expression.

"Did you hear anything yesterday?" Sylvia got into the taxi and frowned at Camille.

"I probably vaguely heard some Mr. Weasley discussing with Weasley *masked key words* whether to tell Harry the truth." As long as Camille is out of the house, she will almost subconsciously run some wolf poison Power, which greatly improves the sensitivity of the five senses. "It's something that most people know. For example, Black killed [-] people with a spell, but they didn't say it in the end. Oh! But they think that Black came out this time to come The one who killed Harry, and..." Camille's face darkened.

"what happened?"

"The Ministry of Magic sent dementors to the school, and Headmaster Dumbledore agreed."

"Let the dementors catch Black?! He can already escape from Azkaban full of dementors. How can we find him by sending some dementors to scatter..."

"Yeah, having such a disgusting thing stationed in the school is like throwing piranhas into the water area. I dare say that there are not many students in the school who know the Patronus Charm." Camille said, and glanced teasingly. Sylvia glanced, "Including Miss Sylvia, our first grader."

Sylvia rolled her eyes, getting angry at the thought of the Patronus Charm.Just when they officially started practicing the Patronus Charm, Sylvia found that no matter how happy memories she thought about in her head, she couldn't fully cast the Patronus until they went shopping in Diagon Alley, and her Patronus Charm kept going. It's just a cloud of silver mist.

On the other hand, Camille, after only a few days of practice, she was able to cast a huge thunderbird patron saint.Camille laughed at her for a while because it was rare for Sylvia to have a spell that she couldn't learn. Of course, the consequence of laughing at her girlfriend was that Camille was driven to the study by Sylvia to sleep for several days.

Receiving Sylvia's stare, Camille remembered the miserable situation of sleeping in the study those few days, quickly withdrew his teasing eyes, and said righteously: "It's okay! I will protect you!"

Sylvia and Camille arrived a little late on the train, and it seemed that every car was full, so they had to take the last one, which seemed to have only one adult - they never Seeing adults other than the aunt who sold snacks on the train, they guessed that it might be the new professor. He was leaning against the window frame and looked soundly asleep, so Sylvia opened the door and walked in.

But just when Sylvia was about to sit down, Camille grabbed her and pulled her behind, frowning and staring at the sleeping man with a vigilant expression.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked softly.

"This man is a werewolf." Camille replied in a low voice, froze all over, staring at him.

The strange man was wearing an extremely worn wizard robe, patched in several places.His face was sickly, and even his sleeping face looked exhausted.He still looks young, but the light brown hair has been mixed with spontaneity.

"Professor RJ Lupine..." Sylvia pointed to Camille on the luggage rack above the man's head, where there was a worn-out small box tied with many ropes and neatly knotted. The words 'Professor RJ Lupine' are stamped on the corner of the box, the letters have peeled off, and only the last 'Professor' is new, as if it had been put on recently.

Sylvia patted Camille to reassure her, and then let Camille sit down slowly. She insisted on sitting between Sylvia and Professor Lupine, and did not let Sylvia sit opposite .

"An adult werewolf should be faster than me. Sitting across from him is courting death."

"I think if Headmaster Dumbledore made him a professor, he would definitely not be that group of solitary werewolves." Sylvia reached out and clasped one of Camille's hands, patted her arm to comfort her. The professor is a werewolf. I don't have any opinion on it. Although the whole world can't find a more perfect werewolf wizard than her Camille, she can be regarded as a love house after all. She doesn't hate the werewolf group.Instead, Camille kept frowning. Although her body relaxed, Sylvia, who was leaning against her, could clearly feel the fine-tuned muscle lines under Camille's wizard robe—stiff and tight muscles are not conducive to long-term growth. In the vigilance of time, Camille relaxed his body slightly, and adjusted his muscles to a state where they could exert force at any time.

Just then, the carriage door was opened again, and Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in.