hp Ouroboros

Mondays of the whole grade are very busy. As soon as the class time comes, the students are all out to deal with all kinds of magical lessons. The aftermath of yesterday's Quidditch match is still there, and you can hear everyone in the corridor after class. Still excitedly discussing Harry's new broom.

It's just that none of the students seemed to notice anything unusual about their professors. Even though Professor Snape frowned deeply and faced harsh criticism from all the groups in today's class, Professor McGonagall's eyes occasionally flashed a worried look, or It was Professor Fliwick who abnormally forgot to give points to Hermione's perfect answer...

Sylvia didn't go to class, and asked for leave with the professors. Since yesterday morning, she has been staying on the newly erected engineering frame in the corner of the auditorium, focusing on repairing the old and mottled magic lines on the stone wall that have lost their effectiveness.

Dinner time is earlier in winter time than in daylight saving time, and the sky is not completely dark yet.Camille took a basket, intending to sweep some food from the Gryffindor table, but looked at it and frowned... These greasy meats, that fussy Sylvia would never eat, Camille thought to herself Sighing, the appointee walked to the long table in Slytherin, completely ignoring the dumbfounded staring of all the young wizards in the school, and directly took a bowl of salmon salad and stuffed it into the basket.oh!Seems like Seale has said before that their steaks are better than Gryffindor's?Grab some!

Since Camille remained expressionless throughout, others could not tell that the plate of steak she swept into the basket again was actually Camille's private pocket.

So, carrying a basket full of food, Camille climbed up the two-story-high construction frame in twos and threes with his hands and feet still extremely light.

"Here!" Camille took out the salad from the basket and pushed it in front of Sylvia, while still nagging and complaining, "No matter what you eat, you have to bring it to your face! Do you want me to stuff it directly into your mouth in the future?" Did you remember to get up and eat something!"

Sylvia was holding a fork to pick up a mouthful of salad, but when she heard Camille’s complaint, she suddenly stopped putting the fork into her mouth, and the corners of her mouth raised, “Wow, if I skip this meal again, I’ll be fine. In exchange for feeding service... Ugh!" Before she finished speaking, Sylvia was gagged by a piece of steak that Camille forcefully inserted, and Camille gave her a hard look. "Too much nonsense, eat!"

Sylvia happily chewed a big mouthful of steak meat. Although the action was a little violent, at least she got the feeding service!

The dinner time ended soon, and the crowd left the auditorium one after another and returned to the lounge of their college.

"Hey, are you going back to the dormitory to rest today?" Camille swallowed the last bite of steak - Slytherin's steak is indeed better, but the amount is much larger than Gryffin's. Fortunately, tonight will be a full moon night, Camille is not feeling well now and doesn't eat much, otherwise she won't be full at all.

"There is no way to go back. Tonight is a full moon night. One of the magic lines I repaired needs to be repaired on a full moon night. The night of the full moon itself is a time when some mysterious powers are high, and it is not only the wolf's poison that draws power from it." West Sylvia sighed as she spoke, "I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, please ask me and Professor McGonagall to take a leave of absence, I probably need to catch up on sleep tomorrow morning."

Camille nodded, "What about the afternoon? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

"We have a substitute class in the afternoon. Don't forget that we have a weak Professor Lupine, but thank you for worrying about me~" Sylvia teased and gave Camille a goodnight kiss.

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Saying goodbye to Sylvia, Camille walked slowly back to Gryffindor Tower, and as soon as he entered the lounge, he saw that the lounge was full of students.

"Really, it's true, our dormitory is a mess! If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself!" Camille heard Ron's trembling voice from the crowd, feeling angry and terrified.

"What happened? What are you all huddling in here for?" Professor McGonagall also walked into the lounge from the portrait at this time, and she pushed through the crowded crowd and walked to the middle.

"Professor! Our dormitory has been messed up!" Seamus, who shared the dormitory with Ron Harry, saw Professor McGonagall as if he had seen a savior, and shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"What do you mean messed up?"

"Looks like someone fought in there!" Harry replied immediately.

"And then my Scabbers disappeared!" Ron hurriedly added after Harry.

"Ron thinks it's Black, Professor." Although Seamus looked disapproving, it was not difficult to hear fear from his tone.Neville, who was also in the dormitory with them, couldn't speak at all, and was so frightened that he was about to cry.

Camille saw that Professor McGonagall's face turned pale, and he strode up the stairs of the boys' dormitory with a straight face. After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall came down again, his face was livid, and even the arm holding the handrail was slightly shaking. trembling.

Camille pushed away the students who were blocking the way, squeezed in front of Professor McGonagall, and asked in a low voice, "Is it Black?"

Professor McGonagall glanced at Camille, nodded slightly, and said in an almost breathy voice: "That kind of damage...I'm afraid it is..."

"This is ridiculous! How is Blake going to pass the guard on the portrait?" Seamus still didn't seem to believe it, or he just didn't want to believe that a few hours or even a few minutes ago, they passed by a murderous wanted man .

"Ask him!" Ron pointed at Sir Cadogan's portrait with a trembling hand, "Ask the portrait if you have seen it..."

Professor McGonagall pushed away the portrait at the entrance of the lounge with a solemn expression, and walked out. The entire common room held its breath.

"Sir Cadogan, did you let a man into the Gryffindor Tower just now?" McGonagall asked, she did not close the portrait door, and everyone in the lounge could hear her question.

"Of course, ma'am!" said Sir Cadogan, as a matter of course.

"You...you did this?!" Professor McGonagall was as surprised as everyone in the lounge, "but...but what about the password?"

"He has a password! Don't say the password this time, he even has the password for the whole week, ma'am! It's read from a small piece of paper!" Sir Cadogan didn't notice anything wrong at all. From his point of view, he is a perfect Mr. Knight who has perfectly implemented the "password, open the door and let go".

McGonagall walked back, facing these stunned speechless students, her face was livid, "Which one," her voice trembled angrily, "Which ignorant fool wrote down all the passwords for this week , the most frightening thing is that they are still lying around?"

There was silence in the lounge, and then a tiny, frightened voice broke the silence.Neville Longbottom was trembling all over, as if he was going to faint from fright at any moment, he slowly raised his hand.

Camille left Longbottom alone, she was just thinking, what was Blake doing breaking into a boys' dormitory in Gryffindor when no one was looking?Harry isn't there at all?Camille thought about it, and suddenly took a deep breath - now is the time to think about the reason! !The point is that Blake is probably still running around the castle right now, no professor caught him, and Sylvia is alone in the hall now! !

Camille pushed away the crowd and rushed into Ron's dormitory, which was a terrible mess. As Professor McGonagall said, it was not the kind of damage that ordinary students can cause by pranks: a whole broken wooden bed can only be removed from the room. A nameplate scattered nearby showed that this was originally Ron Weasley's bed; the carpet was split in two, half was on Harry's bed, and the other half flew directly into the sky, hanging from the chandelier in the middle of the bedroom ceiling; the window It was also broken, and the wind and snow outside kept pouring in.

Barely operating the power of wolfsbane, the day of the full moon was the weakest time for her, but she still smelled the oily dog ​​smell that filled the whole room-it was Black!

Three steps and two steps rushed down the stairs, Camille pushed away the crowd and rushed to the door of the lounge, "Get out of the way!!"

Professor McGonagall didn't miss Camille's grumpy growl and the wolf ears protruding from her head, and she planned to follow up too - the last time Camille tracked down the secret passage by smelling Black's smell, maybe this time also can.

"Prefect, help restore Potter's room. Everyone, don't leave the lounge at night! I'm going to arrange for the professors to inspect." Professor McGonagall explained the matter, and hurriedly ran out after Camille.

Seeing that the smell was getting closer and closer to the auditorium, Camille became more irritable, and the rationality of the human part of her head was gradually overwhelmed by the manic wolf nature. The wild dominance allowed her to fully focus on chasing the tip of her nose, which was so faint that it was almost impossible. Checking the smell of Black, but let her run faster and faster, completely ignoring Professor McGonagall's call to make her slow down a little bit.

The auditorium was right in front of him, and Camille jumped forward violently, directly smashing open the door of the auditorium.

Startled by the violent noise, Sylvia took out her wand and looked down at the entrance of the auditorium. Camille's wolf ears and tail popped out. Although she still maintained her human shape, her state seemed wrong. She used her hands and feet together. Running on the ground, the whole person ran anxiously in the auditorium, and even the long table that knocked down Slytherin couldn't wake her up.

"Camille!!" Sylvia yelled, and Camille immediately stopped and looked up at her. The irritability in her golden eyes calmed down, her tail swung, and she whimpered. sound.Sylvia quickly climbed off the construction frame, and Camille crashed directly into her arms.

"What's the matter? Cam? Wake up, it's still not night!" Although she believed that Camille would never attack her, Sylvia was still a little worried. Camille had never lost her mind when she was still in human form. what happens?

Fortunately, Camille quickly regained consciousness under Sylvia's comfort, and sat up straight in embarrassment, trying to pretend that nothing had happened before.

"What's the matter?" Sylvia held back her laugh, and now it's still important to get down to business.

Before Camille answered, Professor McGonagall ran in from the door, followed by Professor Snape, both of them held wands in their hands, and aimed at them as soon as they entered the door, but when they saw the one sitting on the ground, After Sylvia and Camille, the two professors breathed a sigh of relief and put down their wands.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked again, but this time she frowned and looked at Professor McGonagall seriously.

"It's Black. He entered the castle through a secret passage last night. We didn't catch him... I don't know the exact time just now, and I don't know why. Black ran to Gryffindor Tower, and Potter's bedroom messed up the place." It was a mess, as if there had been a fight there."

"Black must have been alarmed by a magic alarm. Professor Snape went to the exit of the secret passage at Hogsmeade. Black didn't return. He must be hiding in the school..." Professor McGonagall explained, and then Asked, "Miss Camille, so Blake was in the auditorium?"

Camille froze for a moment before rubbing his nose, shaking his head, "No... I just tracked halfway, it may be very close to the full moon night, and Sylvia is alone in the auditorium... Then I, maybe a little, uh, out of control... As he spoke, Camille shook his wolf ears and stood up, "But it is true that Black's smell passed through the door of the auditorium, and did not go out from the hall."

"How did this happen...?" Mag was really puzzled. There were people everywhere in the castle during the day, so how could it be that no one saw Black wandering around in the castle? !

Camille walked to the door and planned to continue tracking. Sylvia followed her and held her hand. She tilted her head and smiled at the puzzled Camille, "It sounds exciting, and I want to participate too."

"But your magic pattern..."

"You can wait for the magic pattern, cutie, but it's not every day you meet a fugitive with your girlfriend!"