hp Ouroboros

The letter imitating Professor McGonagall's handwriting has already been sent, and there is still a whole day until Black breaks into the castle tomorrow night. Even though Camille is very unwilling to be treated as fragile in bed, when Sylvia With a smile on his face, he looked at her threateningly in his eyes... Hey!Camille immediately shut up, turned around silently, quietly climbed back to bed and stared at the ceiling, pretending that she was a good patient.

Camille's face is still very pale. Although she has recovered from the verge of life-threatening, she has lost a lot of blood. When her magic power has not recovered, there is no way to quickly recover to a healthy state - just like Madam Pomfrey That being said, the werewolf is just a semi-magical creature, not an immortal.

Glancing at Camille who climbed back onto the bed, she confirmed that this idiot who didn't spare herself obediently pretended to be a dead body on the bed, and then Sylvia called her goblin butler, "Alger!"

"Pfft!" There was a soft sound, as if the goblin butler who was wearing a dress 24 hours a day and was ready to serve the master appeared in the room, "Good evening, master."

"Good evening Alger, Cam is injured a little bit, please help me get three bottles of blood tonic and two bottles of mana recovery potion from the potion storage room of the manor. We also need two dinners, thank you."

Even though the master should be in the school at this time, but now he appears outside the school for no reason, and the master's girlfriend is also very suspiciously injured. As the top butler, Alger will never ask more about things that he should not care about. After Sylvia bowed, "Pfft!" disappeared.

Bite down the steak that Sylvia brought to her mouth, Camille asked while chewing: "Hmm...so, what Professor Trelawney said was really a prophecy?" When Professor Trelawney made the prophecy , Although she woke up, her head was still in a daze. After Sylvia's explanation, Camille realized that it seemed to be a legendary prophecy.

"Well, looking at Principal Dumbledore's serious look at that time, I'm afraid it is true. In fact, it makes sense after thinking about it. Principal Dumbledore would not just hire someone without real skills to be a professor, ah... Defense Against the Dark Arts class Except." Sylvia fiddled with the green vegetables in the bowl, she just experienced a stimulating incident a few hours ago, not only Camille, but she herself was almost killed by a dementor, so it's normal to have no appetite at this time.It's Camille... Sylvia turned her head, and Camille sat on the bed. The temporarily deformed small wooden table was placed in front of her. On the plate on the top, there were piles of half-cooked top beef short ribs piled up in a hill, and there was a large pot of chicken next to it. Mashed potatoes with juice and a large cup of hot tea, ah, yes, Alger actually took dessert... Sylvia felt a headache when she thought of the large piece of dark chocolate lava cake that was sitting on Camille's desk next to her.Although it is very pleasant to watch Camille eat and drink without being affected by the pain at all, but it would be too much for Camille to eat all these things!

"There is no way to teach such things as prophecy. I see, Professor Trelawney has no idea that he can make real prophecies." Camille stuffed a big mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, and belatedly realized that Syl Via didn't seem to have eaten anything, "Hey, why do you still eat so little? Aren't you tired from fighting before? You need to eat more!" As she spoke, she picked the largest piece of steak from her plate and inserted it into Searle Via's salad bowl.

Speechlessly looking at the steak in the bowl that almost covered her entire bowl of salad, Sylvia suddenly felt that this might be Alger's conspiracy—she often left some of the food that Alger served her, but But she couldn't say no to the food that Camille, a foodie, gave her.

The appointment began to wrestle with the huge piece of steak, and Sylvia suddenly thought of something, "You said that the servant who returned to Voldemort in the prophecy was Peter?"

"I don't know, if so, did we come back early? Why don't we come back after Peter really ran away and find a way to keep him from running away?" Camille thought for a while and shook his head, "Ah, it's so troublesome ! You can’t mess around with things like time.”

"Yeah... the prophecy has already said that some servants will flee back to Voldemort, and we have all heard it. According to the nature of the prophecy, it will happen, so even if we come back after Peter really runs away, it shouldn't be able to stop Peter from escaping. It happened. But, alas, there's always this thought that if something changes, wouldn't the content of Professor Trelawney's prophecy be different?"

"..." Camille shook her head and ate, she was basically too lazy to use her brain for such a mess, "Let's just do what we can, and leave the rest alone. Didn't Principal Dumbledore also tell you to do your best?" Is that all right?"

"It's true to say that, but besides going to lie in wait in the forest the night after tomorrow and waiting to point out Peter's location to Professor McGonagall, we can..." Sylvia's voice became quieter, and it was quiet for a few seconds Then she stood up from the bed as if she suddenly thought of something, and almost knocked over the small table where Camille put dinner. She walked quickly to Camille's desk without even taking a chair, just stood there and wrote. Letters come.

"Hey, what did you think of?"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore told us to do our best, and I think he probably thought that Professor Trelawney was referring to Peter, and he also thought that we used the time-turner to come back, but in fact Peter ended up will run away, then it means that no matter what we did in this 'past', Peter will also run away in the end, so..." Sylvia signed at the end of the letter, raised her head and looked at Camille, The corners of his mouth curled up, and his silver-blue eyes shone mischievously, "Since Peter is always going to escape, why don't we shift the responsibility to the Ministry of Magic!"

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The next morning, although lying on the bed with his girlfriend in his arms doing nothing was fine, Camille decided to jump out of bed and walk around against Sylvia's 'death sight'.

"Did you drink the blood potion?"

"Drinked."

"What about the magic recovery potion?"

"Drink it...but why is today's dose more difficult to drink?"

"Did you bring the thermal cloak? Is it the one with the hat? And..."

"I brought it, I drank the medicine, I brought everything, you read it before you go out!" Camille quickly interrupted Sylvia's thoughts, "Why didn't you realize that you can read so well before? !"

The consequence of saying this was that Sylvia, who was walking in front, turned her head and gave a fierce look, "If you dislike another word, you can go back and lie down!" Camille immediately shook her head, expressing that she had no opinion at all.

"Isn't it good to stay at home and read a book on this kind of day? Why do you want to run out? Or watch a Quidditch match?!" Sylvia became more and more strange as she thought about it.

"Don't you think my Animagus is like a pheasant! Huh! Let's go and see Potter's new broom, and then you can see how I fly!"

"..." Seeing Camille, who was still wearing a fixed bandage on his right arm, strode past her and walked to the front with a look of resentment, Sylvia really didn't know what to say now— —So the name she used to give Camille was indeed very appropriate—it really is a little cutie.

They got up very early, and the game didn't start until eleven o'clock, so at this time, there was no one in the stands, Sylvia and Camille leisurely boarded the Slytherin stands, and finally chose A relatively rear corner position.

"Don't look at the little wizards in Slytherin who usually have a sullen face. They will sit well before the game starts. After the game starts, there will be no one here - all of them will be squeezed into the first and second rows." Sylvie Ya said as she took out their breakfast from the picnic basket she had brought.

"Oh, it's no different from Gryffindor. When watching games in the stands, I always feel that the first and second rows of the stands are terrible, and the people are crowded and deformed." Camille remembered that Charlie of the Weasley family was still at school. At that time, the chaotic and messy scene in the Gryffindor stands couldn't help shaking.

After eating and drinking, and seeing that the time was almost up, Sylvia drew out her wand.

"Your magic power has recovered?" Camille remembered that Sylvia also seemed uncomfortable because of the exhaustion of magic power, but their plan was to use the disillusionment spell... Camille frowned a little annoyed, She really shouldn't be stubborn enough to come out and run around.

"It's probably recovered by [-]%, but now it's just our disillusionment spell. It doesn't need much magic power, no problem." Sylvia lightly added the disillusionment spell to the two of them, looking very relaxed.

Camille rolled her eyes, oh, well, [-]% of Syl's magic power and [-]% of the magic power of ordinary wizards are not the same concept at all. It's just two disillusionment spells. It's really not a big deal for Sylvia.

Soon, the little wizards boarded the stands one by one. The other colleges in the distance didn't know it. At least the Slytherins in front of them seemed to be trying their best to restrain themselves, but it was not difficult to see from their blushing cheeks and whispering with their friends. But it can be seen from the fast-paced heated discussion that they were very excited, and the reason... thunderous applause erupted from all the stands, and the players from Gryffindor College entered the arena—the little wizards of Slytherin Obviously applauding the Firebolt, the supposedly expensive and frightening new broom in Harry Potter's hand.

"Oh! Ravenclaw's Seeker is Miss Zhang." Camille said casually, "It seems like we haven't seen her for a long time?"

"Well, I heard from Granger that at the end of the first grade, he seemed to have a disagreement with Ms. Zhang."

"At the end of the first grade... uh, you mean that Harry's trio foolishly broke through the checkpoint set by Principal Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, Granger said, Miss Zhang tried to persuade her not to go in before they went in - but in the end they didn't succeed. It seems that they gradually drifted away after that. Although they still discussed study together, it was just a matter of time." That's it."

Camille shrugged, "Well, Ravenclaw, it would be really weird if she could rush in with Granger."

Sylvia and Camille were chatting quietly in the back row of the stands. The little wizards who were so excited about the Firebolt and Arrow didn't notice anything wrong at all. When Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Harry's figure almost shot straight into the sky Going out, there was a burst of exclamation from the stands, the performance of the Firebolt is indeed much better than other brooms.

"You didn't ask your father to buy you a Firebolt. Arrows?" Sylvia and Camille heard a fairly familiar voice from very close to them, turned their heads and looked over, Pansy Parkinson was sitting I looked at the court with my eyes there, but I didn't get too involved.

"Technology is as useful as a broom!" Draco Malfoy said as he sat next to Pansy, but his expression was not very good, his smoky blue eyes were fixed on Harry who was circling high above the stadium .

"No matter how good the broom is, it won't be as useful as your wand and your own strength." Pansy comforted Draco symbolically.

"Hmph! That's right! I heard that Potter was training with Miss Camille. I asked around. Do you know what he does?"

"Huh? What?" Not very interested in Potter's situation, Pansy still asked patiently and cooperatively.

"Exercise! Hahaha, it's so funny, does he plan to train his brain into muscles!"

"Oh, dear Mr. Malfoy, I suggest that before you say such things that dislike Senior Camille, you'd better look around every time to make sure that Senior Slytherin is not nearby, otherwise I always feel that one day the Malfoys will be killed." It's unprecedented, it's rare that I have made some friendship investment in you, please don't be beaten to death casually."

Draco didn't know how to refute Pansy's flat teasing. Even though he was depressed, Draco turned his head slightly and looked around as unobtrusively as possible.