hp Ouroboros

Go back to a few hours ago...

After dinner, Sylvia returned to the Slytherin lounge and sat in front of the burning fireplace, reading with relish the fairy tales sent by her adoptive parents.

When the curfew time came, the ancient bells rang softly from a small magic clock next to Sylvia. The sound from the clock in the Diagon Alley store was either a noisy golden bell or the weirdness of some magical creatures. Sound, Sylvia bought a small clock about the size of a pocket watch. I don’t know why such a beautiful little clock was paired with a rooster scream without any aesthetics. Fortunately, Sylvia last month Successfully replaced the rooster crowing of this chic little clock with the sound of the Hogwarts ancient clock with a reduced volume version.

Sylvia, who had no plans, thought about it, and decided to visit the Hogwarts kitchen on the first floor. It is said that the kitchen is not far from the auditorium, and a huge fruit oil painting serves as the door...it should be here, West Sylvia looked at the fruit oil painting in front of her, and scratched the pear—the elves have really strange tastes, but it still fits the occasion anyway.

Fifteen minutes later, while walking and eating a large pack of butter biscuits that the elves who hadn't fallen asleep warmly gave her, she successfully found the gate of the Hufflepuff lounge not far away.

Slowly go up floor by floor, boringly open every classroom that has never been used.It may be that the four founders had too much confidence in the number of young wizards in the future, and they didn’t feel it before looking carefully. Sylvia felt that there were at least [-] to [-]% of the classrooms in Hogwarts Castle, or maybe it was The classroom room has almost no traces of use.In those empty rooms, no matter how glorious it was in the past, all that can be seen now is thick dust piled up year after year, burying all the past stories in history.

Sylvia finally bumped into Rose *masked keywords*, the skinny cat of Hogwarts caretaker Filch on the third floor. The cat saw Sylvia at a glance, and it neighed He reminded Filch of the night watch.

Pulling out her wand, she threw a Conjuring Charm at Rose *masked keyword*, she could almost hear Filch's footsteps as he rushed over with a lamp, "Disillusionment" Sure enough, even though West Sylvia's Disillusionment Charm isn't perfect now, but it's good enough to avoid the Squib Master on the night watch.

Passing by Filch, Sylvia originally planned to stroll here tonight, but when she went down the stairs, she saw Camille leaving the castle from the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Looking at her direction, it should be Going to the Forbidden Forest?

This girl is bold!She just ran into the Forbidden Forest in first grade, what is she going to do?Silvia quickly counted the time of the moon phases and confirmed that today is not a full moon. This aroused her greater curiosity, and she didn't think much about it at all. She hurried down the stairs, intending to follow up to have a look.

It was okay on the grass between Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest, Sylvia followed Camille from a distance, but when Sylvia entered the woods, she only had time to see Camille accelerate suddenly, and then Just never see her again!

Isn't this man just a werewolf? !It's not a monkey!How familiar is she with the Forbidden Forest? She disappeared after a shake... Sylvia hesitated for a while, but after seeing two wolf footprints not far away, she decided to continue tracking—— It looks like Camille has turned into a werewolf.It was only then that Sylvia remembered that although she knew that Camille was a werewolf, she hadn't seen her werewolf form yet!

In fact, werewolves can take the initiative to transform from a wizard into a werewolf on a normal day, and it is said that they can also retain their original consciousness, but Sylvia has basically never heard of a werewolf willing to change into that form in normal times. Being forced to transform is already the greatest shame in their lives.

The footprints on the ground are very large, even bigger than Sylvia's own footprints, and judging from the stride length of the footprints, Camille is very tall after turning into a werewolf, at least far taller than the 11-year-old Sylvie Ya's 1.5 meters four is much higher.

After chasing around for more than ten minutes, there were no other footprints to follow in front of her. Sylvia raised her head, and then suddenly realized that she had been looking for footprints just now, and now she has no idea where she went !

Just when Sylvia started to get a little nervous in the dark forest, someone's voice came from not far away, and Sylvia ran over quickly. It is better to be deducted points or fined for labor service than to get lost in the Forbidden Forest be good.Pushing aside the branches, Sylvia saw clearly who was talking—a centaur!

The upper body of the centaur has a human head, torso and hands, but their lower body has the same body as a horse, including four powerful horse legs. Sylvia's closest one was covered with reddish-brown mane, while the other was pure black. If he hadn't just been talking, Sylvia wouldn't have noticed him in the night.

Strictly speaking, centaurs are not animals, they speak the language of humans, usually the mother tongue of the local wizards, and strangely, they themselves ask the Ministry of Magic to include them in the list of magical animals.It is said that there are still several centaur tribes in Europe. Judging from the current situation, there is also a centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

It was a small clearing among the trees, and the night was too dark, and Sylvia couldn't see exactly how many horses gathered there, but she saw six of them.A circle of tall centaurs circled the clearing, still without any clothes or furs on their upper bodies in Scotland's extremely cold late December.

Sylvia noticed that at least the upper body of the reddish-brown horse closest to her was painted with some totems and characters that she had never seen before. They don't rest at night, they form a circle in the glade, and they don't even need to think about what activities they should be doing.

Sylvia has only seen creatures like centaurs in books. They are very mysterious creatures. It is said that they can interpret celestial phenomena and predict the future.Sylvia didn't believe it, just like she was good at astronomy, but she just memorized all those stars, and she didn't feel that she could see any destiny by looking up.

Sneering at celestial divination did not prevent Sylvia from quietly observing the mysterious rituals being prepared by these extremely rare centaurs.She wanted to see clearly, and walked forward lightly, very careful not to step on any dead branches that might break and make noise.

"Who's there!" In front of her invisible, a low and angry male voice suddenly shouted.

Sylvia was frightened. She obviously didn't make any sound, so why was she discovered?

The next moment, all the horse people who were closer to her turned to the direction where Sylvia was hiding. There was no time to think so much, Sylvia ran away, but she saw the angry expressions on the faces of those horse people and their hand gestures. in the weapon.

So please don't make any important decisions while lying on the sofa!Silvia ran wildly in the Forbidden Forest in a state of embarrassment, not forgetting to let out a cry full of philosophy of life in her head.

Not to mention the complex terrain and a bunch of damn raised roots in the Forbidden Forest, Sylvia's 11 years of life experience from childhood to adulthood are full of hypocrisy and deceit, but it just doesn't include the item of running wildly!

No matter how fast Silvia thought she was running, the sound of horseshoes behind her kept approaching. "Whoosh!" A feathered arrow brushed Sylvia's wizard robe with many openings cut by the branches, and nailed it to the ground in front of her.

Sylvia stopped immediately, she felt that if she continued to run, the next arrow would not be polite.She turned her head stiffly, one, two, three, four, the four horsemen were looking at her angrily.

"Sorcerer's brat, why did you destroy the Frost Ritual!" A horse man with a bow and arrow in his hand asked stiffly. The dark green paint painted some words of unknown meaning.

"Sorry, I was just lost. I heard a voice and thought..." Sylvia tried to talk to this group of intelligent races who were said to be as intelligent as wizards.

"Don't quibble!" "Whoever destroys the sacrifice will be punished!" "That's right! Capture her!" The other three horsemen standing behind the sorrel horse immediately interrupted Sylvia's explanation. , They scratched the ground angrily with their front hooves.

The leading sorrel centaur didn't seem to intend to say anything more, and shot an arrow at Sylvia. Fortunately, Sylvia quietly reached into her robe with her right hand and held her wand while explaining. .

"Protego!" The Iron Armor curse protected her. For the time being, she really didn't think she had any chance of winning in the face of four adult tall horsemen at the same time.

"Shameless wizard! You still resist!"

"Teach her a lesson!"

"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Sylvia's magic obviously angered the centaurs, and they simultaneously raised their bows and arrows and shot at Sylvia.

Sylvia only had time to block two of them, and was about to be hit by another arrow, a huge black figure suddenly rushed out of the nearby woods without warning, waved her arm lightly, and the arrow was shot directly.

"Aww!!!" The furry creature that rushed out suddenly roared at the horsemen.

"Wolfman!"

"Unknown!"

The horse men seemed to be frightened, and took a few steps back. Seeing that the werewolves hadn't caught up, the four horse men quickly fled to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Thank you, Camille!" Camille, who was still confirming that the horsemen had run away, suddenly heard Sylvia behind him say.

Oh...how did she run out like this... Camille, whose physical reaction was much faster than her rationality, thought angrily, she is not going to admit it, just run away as soon as possible, anyway, such a skinny woman can Can't catch up, it's like she was trying to follow her just now, scoff!

Camille didn't answer, and when she was about to run away, her fluffy arm was grabbed by a slender hand.

"Why are you running? I haven't even seen you as a werewolf yet." Sylvia insisted, "Look, I followed you out in the middle of the night, almost freezing *blocked keywords*, almost Beaten to death by a centaur...show me quickly!"

What kind of nonsense is this? !Camille turned her head and looked at this unreasonable woman in disbelief.Ye You stalked others, and even if they lost them, even if they lost their way, they were almost killed by the horsemen, so it's her fault? !This man has no shame at all!

"Ah! Sure enough, the eyes are golden." Sylvia raised her head and looked directly into Camille's eyes, with a tricky smile on her face.

Tricked by her, she turned her head... Camille shook Sylvia's thin arms like twigs angrily.

"Can't the werewolf form speak? Are all werewolves in the werewolf form so tall? You are just a werewolf underage, are you a bit too big?" Sylvia was completely aroused by Camille in the werewolf form in front of her. Interested, she kept asking questions, circling around Camille, poking here and there with great interest.

Camille's werewolf form is really tall, roughly estimated to be about two meters tall, with no human features visible on his face, and a pair of golden wolf pupils shining with golden light are full of human reason.It is reasonable to say that her long black hair should make it difficult to see her figure clearly in the night, but through the scattered moonlight shining through the woods, her wolf fur can slightly reflect silver light.

Just when Sylvia was about to poke her stomach, Camille slapped her hand away, and finally couldn't help it, "Shut up! What's so interesting! If you don't go away, I will bite you !"

Sylvia stared at Camille with wide eyes, and the next second... "Puff! Hahaha..." Sylvia's clear laughter immediately echoed in the forest, and she couldn't even straighten her waist from laughing. Standing up, put both hands on Camille's arms.

"What are you laughing at?!" Camille's hair was all up, she didn't understand what was so funny, she was a dangerous werewolf!Shouldn't this woman run away screaming like ordinary people, why did she laugh? !

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Sylvia finally stopped laughing, she subconsciously stroked the long hair on Camille's arm to comfort her, "I just suddenly realized that you are so...cough...it's nothing." Not yet Didn't say 'cute', or the little werewolf might really get angry.

Sylvia changed the topic, "Speaking of which is tight, what are you doing in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night?"

"Tonight is the time for the Frostflower to bloom."

"Ah?" Sylvia didn't understand Camille's nonsensical answer.

"I'm going to pick herbs!" Camille looked at Sylvia with an idiot-looking look, explaining it as a matter of course.