hp Ouroboros

Camille and Sylvia nestled on the fifth floor for a while and read some books, or Sylvia finally had some time to put aside her protective rune repair progress that took up half of the empty classroom, and don't worry about Huo for the time being. Gwarz Castle is simply fragile like a product of a middle-aged woman baking at home for the first time, and instead provides a little help in the history of magic for Camille, who is about to take the OWLs exam at the end of next semester—as for Camille’s astronomy, in the West After Sylvia picked up her astronomy homework and looked at it for three seconds, she didn't mention helping her with the stupid things about astronomy.

Since tonight is the night of the full moon, Camille is not very comfortable, so Sylvia had to explain some key points of the history of magic and then put down the book. The two arrived at the auditorium early, and now there is no one except the gorgeously furnished auditorium , They chose a corner, and Camille used the cloak on her body to turn it into a big cushion very skillfully, and pulled Sylvia to lie on it.

After a while, Harry and Ron arrived, followed by Pansy, Hermione and the professors. Headmaster Dumbledore moved the long table away as usual and invited everyone to sit down at one table.

After everyone is seated, including Camille, who has transformed into a giant black wolf (she made herself a small wooden table with cushions on it, so that she can sit on it and be about the same height as everyone) Dumbledore Pick up the goblet, "Merry Christmas!"

Harry and Ron sat next to Professor Sprout, staring straight at Hermione and Pansy sitting opposite them. Ron even opened his mouth slightly, his face full of disbelief.

"Hermione is crazy!" Ron's first reaction after regaining his senses was to grab Harry and whisper to Harry.

Without waiting for Harry to make any comments, Ron continued: "That Parkinson scolded her before! How could she still be so eager to get up to her?! I used to say a few words about her and she could get angry a lot If God doesn’t talk to me, why is it that Parkinson’s is so far away?!”

Harry also found it unbelievable, but basically he still believed in Hermione's judgment. After all, Malfoy hadn't seen Hermione approaching to talk to Malfoy for so long, didn't she? Maybe Parkinson was a little better than Malfoy?Harry didn't dare to comment, so he shrugged at Ron, occasionally poking him hard under the table when Ron stared at Parkinson as if trying to see a hole in him.

"Firecrackers!" Dumbledore enthusiastically handed everyone a different-colored thing that looked like a cracker, and he took the lead in pulling it. With a sound of "Boom!", the firecracker exploded, and a very exaggerated star appeared Dumbledore cheerfully used them to replace the half-moon-shaped eyes that he wore on his face all the year round. With his red and green "Christmas attire", although it looks absurd, it does have a Christmas atmosphere.

The professors awkwardly opened the firecrackers, and there was a bang bang bang sound. Professor Snape got a hat with a stuffed eagle on it, which reminded Harry and the others of the jokes in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When he saw Professor Snape's pursed lips and black face, Harry really broke into a cold sweat for Professor Dumbledore, but fortunately, it was at least a man's hat, Harry thought, this Perhaps this had somehow put Snape off the idea of ​​poisoning Headmaster Dumbledore's food.

"Boom!" Sylvia pulled away her firecracker, and what appeared was a blindfold. She hooked the elastic band behind the blindfold to hold her head with one finger, and turned the blindfold in front of Camille. Eyes full of provocative interest, "It seems that we have a new way to play, huh?"

"Boom!" Camille also used her paws and mouth to pull away her firecracker, a headband with a pair of triangular cat ears and two furry gloves in the shape of cat's paws, showing Sylvia her harvest , Camille's eyes deepened, and the wolf's mouth full of fangs opened to both sides, revealing a provocative smile, that's right, a new way to play.

Everyone began to enjoy their sumptuous Christmas dinner. When Camille waved his claws to let the second steak fly out of the pile of steaks on the table to her dinner plate, the door of the hall opened, and Professor Trelawney walked in. came in.

The divination professor, presumably to celebrate Christmas, wore a green dress adorned with little metal discs that shone in the light of the hundreds of candles and torches lining the Great Hall, making Trelawney The professor looked like a self-illuminating Christmas tree.

"Sybil, it's a pleasure to have you here!" Dumbledore said and stood up, not to mention, the red and green robes on Principal Dumbledore and Professor Trelawney looked quite different. collocation.

"Headmaster, I've been looking at the crystal ball," Trelawney said in a vague, distant voice, "and I saw myself abandoning my dinner alone to come to your party. I'm not the type to ignore Those who were prompted by the Celestial Eye, so I immediately walked out of my room and begged you to forgive me for being late."

"Of course, of course," said Dumbledore. He should be the only person in the hall who didn't scoff at her remarks except for Trelawney himself. He smiled kindly, "Let me get you Bring a chair."

Dumbledore directed a chair with his wand to float down to the empty space between Snape and McGonagall.

Trelawney thanked her and walked there, but she had only taken two steps when she suddenly let out a low cry of surprise and stared at the people at the table with wide eyes.

"Oh! Thirteen people! I dare not sit down! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at this table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people dine together , the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a rock."

Professor Trelawney hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down on the empty chair with a heroic look on his face, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was tightly pursed, as if someone was about to die in the next moment.She even ignored Mag's kind request to help her get some food from afar.

Trelawney closed her eyes and opened them after a while. Camille thought she might be telling Merlin that someone would actually fall down for a while so that her nonsense tricks would be taken seriously.The first thing she said when she opened her eyes was, "Where is dear Professor Lupine?"

"I'm afraid our poor professor is ill again," said Dumbledore, adding a big spoonful of creme brulee to himself. "He was ill at Christmas, unlucky."

Then, at the dinner table, Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney satirized each other back and forth - I have to say that this behavior of Professor McGonagall is very rare. Although she is very strict in teaching, she is not overly harsh on people. , maybe it's because of her rigorous style that she can't understand something as ethereal as divination?Camille didn't think much about it, and the thought passed in a flash. It is more important to concentrate on eating her Christmas dinner, oh!That turkey looks good!

"I think," said Dumbledore, in a cheerful tone, but raised the volume a little, and finally interrupted the conversation between McGonagall and Trelawney, who had just been talking about Trelawney. Debating the 'prophecy' of "Professor Lupine will not be with them for long".

Sylvia took a bite of the smoked sea bass cold appetizer. She felt that this 'prophecy' was accurate—after all, the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts had to change teachers every year. Who could tell clearly? Will something happen to Professor Ping in the future so that he can no longer stay in school to teach?Besides, as Professor Lupine... Sylvia lowered her head and took another bite of the salad, and took the opportunity to glance at Hermione. It seems that someone has already guessed the identity of Professor Lupine...

"Professor Luhu will not be in any immediate danger. Severus, have you prepared any potions for him?"

"Yes, Headmaster." Snape replied bluntly, with a stern look that made it clear that he didn't want to say another word.

"Great!" Dumbledore shook his beard happily, "Then I believe he will be able to get out of bed soon!"

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was almost coming to an end. Camille lazily fiddled with a few mint hard candies on the dinner plate, trying to pick up the hard candies with two sharp claws.

After she successfully picked up her hard candy and threw it into her mouth, Sylvia suddenly leaned towards her, hooked her neck with one hand, and Sylvia leaned close to her wolf ears and almost blew He said angrily, "Don't be the first to stand up later!" Camille looked at Sylvia in surprise. Did she really believe Professor Trelawney's nonsense? !

"The words of the prophet are the truth, remember? Although I don't quite believe the words of this divination professor, I would rather believe it! I don't want anything to happen to my little cutie." Sylvia finished speaking He also kissed Camille's hairy cheek and winked at her.

Well, my girlfriend said so, and Camille doesn't mind eating a few more peppermint hard candies... oh!Maybe she could have another dark chocolate lava cake?Anyway, it is impossible for Professor Lu Ping to come to eat, what a waste to lose it!

"Ah! If you are full of wine and food, you want to sleep when you are old, you continue to eat! Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore stood up with a smile.

Before this, Trelawney's behavior was almost normal, and her appetite seemed good, but when Professor Dumbledore stood up and left the table first, Trelawney suddenly threw away the cake fork in her hand and screamed loudly, "Merlin!! Professor Dumbledore!"

"Albus will be all right," said McGonagall nonchalantly, "unless there's a mad axeman waiting at the door, intent on chopping the first person who walks into the hall."

It was rare to hear such obvious sarcasm from Professor McGonagall, and Harry and Ron giggled.

"Don't worry, Sybil." Dumbledore was as gentle as ever, "Even if there is a swordsman waiting there, I believe I still have some ability to stop him."

Harry and Ron were still giggling, and Hermione didn't realize anything, but the smiles on the faces of Pansy, Sylvia, Camille and several professors gradually faded away, as if they were all from Dumbledore. Something was heard in the joking words.