hp Ouroboros

At [-]:[-] am on Christmas Day, Hermione Granger stood in front of the large dark green curtain outside the Slytherin lounge, and once again tidied up the clothes that were already very flat and did not need to be tidied up. She held Crookshanks in her arms and brushed her hair—although Hermione felt sorry for Scabbers that Crookshanks had always wanted to attack Ron, but Ron actually wanted to kick Crookshanks before!Hermione took her cat out of the lounge angrily, but when she walked to the door of the Slytherin lounge, Hermione realized that she had brought her pet cat here without Pansy's consent. What about cat hair allergies?What if Pansy didn't like cats?

Before Hermione had time to expand her imagination, there was the sound of stones moving behind the Slytherin curtain, and then a white hand lifted a corner of the curtain, and Pansy smiled, "Come in."

"Sorry, I brought Crookshanks here without your permission." Hermione followed Pansy into the cave that appeared behind the curtain.

"It doesn't matter. Sister Sylvia and I are the only ones left in the Slytherin lounge now. Your cat looks pretty good too. Oh, by the way, Miss Camille is here today."

"Senior Camille is here?" Pansy didn't need to confirm, as soon as Hermione entered the lounge, she saw Senior Sylvia sitting on a sunken circular sofa and resting her head on Sylvia's lap. Senior Camille from above.

"Merry Christmas, Granger." Sylvia smiled and glanced at Hermione, then looked down at Camille, her hand stroking Camille's black hair with a soft smile.

"Oh, you're here, good afternoon..." Camille opened her eyes and glanced at Hermione, her tone a little weak.

"What's wrong, senior?" Hermione walked over and sat on the circular sofa, facing the two seniors.

"Tonight is a full moon, and Cam is a little uncomfortable." Sylvia raised her hand, a towel floated out of the ice bucket on the round tea table in the middle of the sofa, wrung herself dry on the ice bucket and flew to Sylvia Ya, folded the towel, and Sylvia put the cold towel on Camille's forehead, "Even if you have mastered your reason, it doesn't mean that chamaejasme is gone, it's still a curse, Cam was still there before the full moon night It will be uncomfortable."

"Why did you bring Crookshanks out?" Camille reached out her hand in Hermione's direction, moving her fingers so that Crookshanks' eyes could be fixed on her hand.

Hearing this question, Hermione couldn't help but sighed, and let Crookshanks go freely, "I don't know why it just wanted to catch Ron's mouse Scabbers, Ron said it wanted to eat Scabbers, but... ..”

"It won't." Pansy poured a cup of hot tea for everyone, took out a plate full of various candies and biscuits, and put it on the table, interrupting suddenly.

"Pets raised by wizards are much smarter than ordinary animals in the Muggle world. Otherwise, have you ever heard of owls raised by Muggles that can deliver messages?" Sylvia nodded in agreement with Pansy's statement, and gave Camille He took a piece of chocolate biscuit and fed it into her mouth, "As long as you don't want him to catch something, Crookshanks shouldn't mess with it."

"But it's been several times, and just scratched Ron's pajamas and almost caught Scabbers." Hermione was a little worried about her cat.

Camille sat up, grabbed the hair on the back of Crookshanks' neck and lifted it up. Crookshanks didn't struggle and obediently let Camille look at it from side to side.

"Crookshanks is fine." Camille also made a judgment. She put the cat on the ground and looked at Sylvia. "You call Hela out, and they can play together for a while. And you, you Where's your pet?" The last sentence was addressed to Pansy.

Speaking of strangeness, Camille didn't say anything particularly misleading, but Pansy's face blushed a little suspiciously, "Well, my pet, this..." In the end, she seemed to feel that it was against her will to continue struggling. With an elegant demeanor, Pan Xi stood up resignedly and walked back to the dormitory area, leaving the three of them staring at each other.

"Don't look at me, I'm actually not very familiar with Pansy. In the past few days, the two of us have only stayed in Slytherin for a few words." Seeing Hermione and Camille staring at her, Sylvia He waved his hand to show that he didn't know the inside story.But she doesn't need to run back to the dormitory herself to ask her pet Raven Haila to come out. Sylvia stretched out a finger and drew a circle in the air, and a sharp but small sound came from the place where her finger drew the circle. come out.

Within a few seconds, they heard an unpleasant crow call from the dormitory area, and then Hela flew out like this and landed on the coffee table.

"The high-pitched sound, we can't hear it very clearly, but Hela's ears are very good." Sylvia explained.

Pan Xi's movements were not slow either. Not long after Hela flew out, Pan Xi came out with a round, furry thing in his arms.

Pansy put the lump on the sofa, close to Crookshanks. This lump of long white fur, which was almost as big as him, immediately aroused Crookshanks' high interest. It stretched out its paws carefully Poked the blob.

"This is?" Everyone present was staring at the big white fur ball. Like her cat, Hermione also stretched out her finger to poke the ball of fur. It was soft and warm, and it was certain that it was A creature rather than just a ball of hair, but it doesn't seem to have a head?

Probably woken up by being poked, the furball shook suddenly, causing Crookshanks to jump aside in fright, and then the furball opened its eyes——Hermione guessed right, it was an unidentified head biology.

"Puffles?!" Hermione yelled softly, not to mention Hermione, both Sylvia and Camille looked surprised, looking at the fluffy pile of plush and the one sitting there. Pan Xi, who pretended to be calm and elegant, looked between the fuzz and Pan Xi repeatedly. Finally, Pan Xi couldn't bear the pressure of being stared at by the two senior girls in turn, and picked up a teacup and pretended to drink tea. Covering half of his face, he let out an inconspicuous, "En."

"It's so cute!" Hermione rushed over to pick up the pudding, and Hermione couldn't put it down to rub the soft long hair and slightly warm body temperature—the pudding has a very good temper, or it doesn't have a temper at all. This thing, quietly allowed Hermione to ruffle its long fur.

Although the aristocratic temperament that Pansy exudes from head to toe does not match the cuteness of her pet, it is not polite to always stare at others and sigh, so Sylvia cleared her throat, Helping to lead the topic to another direction, "Hey, why is this velvet a bit big?" Sylvia looked at the velvet in Hermione's arms strangely. Generally, the velvet is only two inches in size. Not only was Pansy's almost as big as Hermione's Crookshanks, but it was also pure white.

"Oh, I brought this velvet back from the United States. My father used to bring it back when he went to the United States to expand his business." Mine is a breed specially bred in the United States. It has a variety of coat colors and is relatively large in size. I don’t like the too dry environment. I don’t sleep with a fireplace in my room in winter, and I often feel cold, so my father bought this cattail. Fleece, you won’t be cold if you hug it when you sleep in winter.”

Hermione put the plush back on the sofa, reached out and patted Pansy on the back, Pansy turned her head and smiled at her.

Sylvia and Camille, who were sitting across from the circular sofa, could see clearly. They looked at each other tacitly, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes——When did Granger and Parkinson become so close? !Of course, the two parties didn't feel it. Hermione took out the "Family History" given by Pansy from the small schoolbag she brought, and Pansy bought Hermione a cup of tea.

"Well, that book?" Sylvia saw the title on the book.

"Does senior also know this book?"

"I know, this book is quite famous, and it's in the library, but I don't think most people want to pick it up when they see this title, or they don't want to get close to the category of 'Magic Family History' in the library. After all, most of the families in it are about Slytherin families."

"I'd like to see it!" Hermione said, but she looked apologetic, "I only focused on all kinds of magic before, these... I didn't pay attention to them, if I didn't know Pansy, I might also Won't go to see it."

"Don't feel embarrassed, you haven't touched anything in the wizarding world, it's normal to want to learn more practical things." Now it was Pansy who comforted Hermione.

Ahem, Sylvia convinced herself that Pansy and Hermione were just the beginning of friendship, and since the beginning of friendship also needed some room for development, Sylvia raised an eyebrow at Camille and looked at the door of the lounge.

"There is still some progress in my rune repair, Cam, are you coming?" Sylvia stood up and blinked at Camille. Although it was a question, Camille completely understood what Sylvia meant. Also stood up.

"Let's go first, Hela..." Sylvia walked to the door of the lounge, and turned to look at Hela who was standing on the coffee table, and now she was with Crookshanks with great interest. The big plush that trampled on Pansy didn't even look at its owner Sylvia, "Hela stays here, she was tired from delivering gifts yesterday and just rested, so we will have a rest at Christmas tonight." See you at the dinner."

After walking out of the Slytherin lounge, when the entrance behind her turned into a stone wall, Sylvia immediately turned her head and stared at Camille.

"Why are you looking at me! How did I know when Granger met Pansy."

"How could you not know that you and Granger live in the same dormitory!" Sylvia said in disbelief.

"It's rare for you to remember me sharing a dorm with Granger. I almost don't remember myself. I don't know when the last time I went back to the dormitory for the night. Who do you think is to blame for this!" Camille rolled her eyes, don't Seeing that Sylvia is usually gentle and gentle, she is very clingy when interacting, especially in winter, it is almost like suffering from skin hunger and thirst. If you don't cling to her, you will feel uncomfortable all over your body.

What Camille remembers most clearly is that once Sylvia and Professor Samilson were discussing a rune in the empty classroom on the fifth floor. They probably encountered a difficulty. It took a while to get the runic parchment, but Sylvia actually dropped the quill, ran towards her, and threw herself into her arms, biting her neck and sighing, frightened as she was doing her homework She thought something had happened.

The old professor of Mowen was also very frightened, he was too old to be interrupted by Sylvia's strange temper, and he had to stand there and watch the two of them hug and hug each other , Camille himself felt embarrassed, but Sylvia didn't feel anything at all—so Camille always thought that the nickname he used to give Sylvia was too accurate—little crazy, Well, it's just that she's a little crazy now.