hp Ouroboros

Camille came out of the closet and looked at Sylvia's golden eyes full of contempt and hatred, as if looking at something dirty.

No other voices could be heard in her ears, and her breathing suddenly became difficult. Sylvia opened her mouth slightly and panted lightly with difficulty. She had never hated her ability to observe other people's expressions as much as she did now—she could clearly see Every line of Camille's face wrinkled with disgust, she saw that there was no warmth in Camille's beautiful golden eyes, the shimmering eyes turned from hatred to rising anger.Then Sylvia saw Camille's hand behind her back stretched out, holding a belt.

She was no longer afraid of the looks and the violence, but she couldn't accept them in her redemption, her Camille.Sylvia could almost hear the terrible sound of belt buckles rubbing against the wooden floor, the belt was swung high, but she couldn't move, and stood there stiffly, suffocated, waiting for the cruel trial - when the only There is no need to rely on you anymore, the boundary between life and death is blurred at this time.

Suddenly, Sylvia felt that her right hand was covered with a burst of warmth, and a hard object was stuffed into her hand. Sylvia stared blankly at her right hand holding a dark red wooden stick being crushed by a person behind her. One hand dragged his forearm up.

A wave of warmth leaned against Sylvia's back, and the light wood accompanied by a bit of bitter orange aroma floated into her mind, coloring the blurred world around her, and the other students rustled slightly. The voice gradually entered her ears, as if she had been fished ashore and regained a new life.

"I'm here." Camille's deep magnetic voice sounded very close to his ear.

Sylvia felt that she was surrounded by Camille's other hand. Camille was almost a head taller than her. Now her whole body seemed to be hugged by Camille.Such a real touch made the 'fake' in front of her look ridiculous, Sylvia took a deep breath, and clenched the wand with a bit of frosted touch in her hand-it was Camille's wand, and she didn't even know what she was. Time to let go and drop his wand to the ground.

Camille's hand, which was holding her forearm, was warm and appropriate. Now Sylvia is that bright and confident girl again. An interesting picture quickly came to her mind. Sylvia showed a happy smile, "Funny funny."

There was a noise, like the cracking of a whip. 'Fake Camille' stumbled, dropped the belt in his hand suddenly, and knelt down on the ground with a plop, tears and snot gushing out instantly, crying and complaining loudly: "Wow!! I have already Haven't eaten for 10 hours!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Pfft!" Sylvia couldn't hold back, and laughed cheerfully. The tears that were originally swirling in her eyes, which she refused to shed, now flowed down, but changed their nature.The whole class stared wide-eyed, crying Camille? ? ! !So creepy...so funny! !

Sylvia felt Camille's arms around her waist stiffen, stuck out her tongue secretly, and quickly turned around and tiptoed to kiss Camille's face, "It's just for fun, but I haven't seen you cry Haw looks so cute." Sylvia turned her head and continued to admire the Boggart who had transformed into Camille, lying on the ground crying with tears and snot on Camille's face.

Camille rolled her eyes and didn't care about her girlfriend, but such a wicked image can't go on like this!On the side, Professor Lupine, who was as dumbfounded as the students, hadn't reacted, and Boggart, who was about to cry in front of him, immediately changed into another look.

The Boggart takes the form of Sylvia.

Yes, yes, these two people have shown their love to the classroom openly... The students who were behind Sylvia and Camille rolled their eyes.But everyone has a heart for gossip. Although they are disgusted in their hearts, after turning their eyes back, they should stare at the follow-up.

Sylvia Boggart is wearing a dark green robe, which is the wizard robe that Sylvia often wears. She raised her head, squinted at Camille with disdain, and suddenly raised her hands in the Fiddled with something in front of him.

She threw a small silver-gray thing to the ground, and everyone saw it. It was a silver-gray ring with a simple design, but Sylvia abandoned it like a shoe.

Although Camille frowned, she didn't hesitate, and pointed her wand forward, "It's funny."

After a crackling sound, Sylvia in front of her suddenly turned around and took out a ring from behind her. She knelt down on one knee towards Camille with an extremely serious expression, as if she was proposing in clothes, but the point is not these .

"Pfft!" "Hahahaha!" The students behind Camille burst into laughter. It was obviously a very serious show of affection, but the diamond ring Boggart Silvia held in her hand was too big. ——a diamond the size of a human head, and Boggart Sylvia can only drag the small, almost invisible ring part under the diamond—didn’t you see that even the Boggart raised his hands and trembled? !

"Haha, very good, next!" Lupine called out at the right time.

Professor Lupine's first fifth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I have to say, was very successful, and everyone basically had a good time...well, basically...

After class, everyone walked out of the classroom in twos and threes, still excitedly discussing what others were afraid of in class and Boggart's "wonderful performance".Of course, the most talked about is the unusual horror and funny transformation of Miss Slytherin and Miss Camille.

"So I am so delicious in your heart!" Camille walked beside Sylvia and complained.

Sylvia responded with an 'Are you serious! 'Looked at Camille, "I think you can not eat for more than eight hours except for sleeping time. You can calculate the rest of the time yourself. Breakfast, lunch, afternoon snacks, dinner, and homework after dinner should be served with snacks. What do you think?" Camille opened her mouth to refute, but of course, she couldn't argue with Sylvia anyway, and she even began to reflect on whether she really loves food that much.

"Besides, I didn't even know that you fell into the pile of money now." Sylvia said teasingly, "A diamond ring the size of a human head... You are really cruel, but it is not an unfulfilled wish. God, I made it out, you have to wear it, tsk tsk, how heavy it is..."

"Oh, come on, that's just 'funny funny', funny! You know! Funny!" Camille quickly waved her hand in surrender—just kidding, she had seen the endless vault in Sylvia's estate Rows of shelves filled with boxes filled with gold and silver treasures, diamonds the size of human heads... Maybe it's really not a problem for Sylvia.

Sylvia, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly, and stretched out her hand to Camille with her palm up, "Lend me your wand."

"Oh." Although he didn't know what she was going to do, Camille put the wizard's sharpest tool into Sylvia's hands without even thinking.

Sylvia took Camille's dark red wand and turned it around in her hand. After looking at it for a while, she turned her wrist and cast a floating spell on her schoolbag, which succeeded.

"What's the matter?" Camille took the wand returned by Sylvia.

"Remember? When we were on the train in first grade, I took your wand and tried to use the Levitation Charm, but your wand stabbed me."

"Ah! I remember." Camille nodded. After being told this, she recalled that there was such a thing.

"So why didn't it work then and now does it work?"

Camille thought for a while, "Maybe it's because I agree with you."

"What's the reason?!" Sylvia has always agreed with the philosophy of Mr. Ollivander, the master wand maker - the wand has its own preference for casting spells, and even has its own stubbornness to a certain extent.If you don't have a magic wand in your hand, casting spells is a difficult thing for wizards today.

"Because my wand is made to order from my own material."

Sylvia paused, "Your material... you mean your hair?" She had never heard that the material on werewolves could be used to make magic wands. Destroy breath.

Camille nodded, and said as a matter of course: "The old gentleman who sold the wand said that I am not suitable for ordinary wands. I only tried fir wood, and the other materials were taken by the old gentleman himself during the full moon. Of course, at that time I'm just a dumb werewolf with no memory."

"So what material did he take? Hair?"

"Well, I heard from Professor McGonagall that the inner core of the wand is made of some fine hairs on my forehead, and others were made with painstaking effort. I don't know how to make it. In the end, you also saw my wand," Camille said. The wand was pulled out and waved in front of Sylvia, "It's dark red, the fir tree is not this color, it's a fir tree that has been transformed with my painstaking efforts."

Sylvia gasped, "Mr. Ollivander...you mean your heart was..." Although Camille was standing in front of her very well now, Sylvia just felt that A burst of panic.

"Professor McGonagall said that the blood was taken with a special tool, but it is indeed the blood from the heart. I have no impression." Camille shrugged with a look of indifference, "Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore They were still there at that time, and nothing could happen. People still draw the heartstrings of dragons to make wand cores. If a wand kills a dragon, it’s okay, and now most of the students in the school probably can’t afford to use wands.”

That's right...it's just...Sylvia looked helplessly at the big-hearted Camille.

Camille grabbed Sylvia's hand and clasped her slender hand in it. She didn't look at Sylvia's surprised expression, and walked forward on her own, "You're just worrying, thinking about it all day long. I thought about it, I thought I could see those foster families who bullied you before, and I wanted to remember their face or something, and find time to beat them up, but it turned out that it was me who came out..." Camille said dejectedly.

Sylvia chuckled and said, "Your own Boggart isn't too exaggerated."

There was a strange silence between the two of them for a while, until they reached the entrance of the auditorium, and they stopped at the same time. Thousands of candles illuminated the innocent happiness of the little wizards in the auditorium so brightly. The place with the two torches looked particularly dark.

"Maybe it's because none of us have lived such a beautiful life, and it's so peaceful now..." Sylvia said softly, turning her head to look at Camille standing beside her, "A peaceful and happy life, sometimes beautiful It's not real." The flickering light of the torch nearby shone on Camille's face, and her sharp eyebrows and eyes were so beautiful that they didn't seem real.

Camille looked at Sylvia gently for a while, without speaking, she turned around and pulled Sylvia into the bright auditorium in front, under such light, there was no shadow.