hp Ouroboros

In the Forbidden Forest on a winter night, two figures walked one after the other. The tall Camille in the form of a werewolf easily pushed aside the branches and bushes blocking the way.

"Picking herbs?" Sylvia followed behind Camille and continued the topic just now.

"Yeah, otherwise, who do you think paid for the stationery for me!"

"Professor McGonagall... Isn't it?!"

Camille, who was walking in front, looked back at Sylvia strangely, "Professor McGonagall is just my temporary guardian, she doesn't need to pay for it, she paid for the textbooks and wand, I'm not used to that .”

Sylvia gasped in disbelief. When Camille said this, she vaguely remembered that Camille's textbooks were not brand new. When she saw Camille doing homework in the library that day, she remembered The quill held in it seemed to be made of a mottled feather.

"But Professor McGonagall is your guardian. Even if it's temporary, she has the obligation to take care of you!" Sylvia didn't understand the girl's stubbornness.

Camille pushed aside a bush that reached her waist, stepped on the ground in front of her hard, and "clicked" a dead branch that was as thick as an arm on the ground. "It's here," Camille took the lead in driving Walking on the flat ground of ice blue flowers, leaving a sentence, "No one is obliged to do anything for me."

Camille's words were like a hammer, knocking on the world constructed by Sylvia, a crack was cracked, and some emotions leaked out of it, she didn't want to distinguish what kind of emotions it was now, Followed by pretending nothing happened.

A small piece of Frost Flower bloomed quietly in the forest, and the moonlight shone directly on the blooming flowers in the small space that was left out through the dense canopy.Camille in the form of a werewolf is bending down and carefully looking for a good-looking flower among the flowers. The breeze in the forest blows over her huge body, bringing up waves that look like silver and black.

The surrounding area was still surrounded by dark forests, and the low roars of nocturnal creatures could still be heard from time to time in the Forbidden Forest, but Sylvia felt that she was in the safest place in the world. The fear of the arrow seems to be a faded memory, just like watching the story of the monster that made people sleepless when I was a child, it brings back warm memories that only make me smile.

Camille dug out the roots of the good-looking Frost Flowers and put them in a glass jar she didn't know where she got them from, "If you want, you can pick some, but don't pick them all, I still want to wait for Christmas , if it snows, the quality will be better."

"Are you going to sell it?" Anyway, she had nothing to do, so Sylvia also joined the ranks of helping dig herbs.

"Send it to Hogsmeade, Yager's potion material store. I will sell the medicine to the store manager Yager there."

"Hogsmeade? You mean that magical village that we can only go to in the third grade? How do you know there?" Sylvia asked in surprise. She had always been interested in that village full of wizards, but the school It was stipulated that she could only go in the third grade, and her adoptive parents didn't take her there on the grounds of leaving her a little surprise.

"I live there," Camille's answer surprised Sylvia more than she had been to Hogsmeade village, but Camille looked very ordinary, "Professor McGonagall has a small house there, but She lives in the school, and it is said that the house has been vacant for a long time, and Professor Dumbledore seems to have entrusted me to Professor McGonagall because of this."

"Who would want to live with an underage werewolf? And a werewolf who will become an adult in a few years." Camille spoke of her lonely life as a matter of course, as if talking about a completely irrelevant person, no Reveal a little lonely or sad.

After digging a large bottle full of Frost Flowers, Camille led Sylvia out of the Forbidden Forest. She walked into the nearby bushes alone. When she came out a few minutes later, she was already wearing a thick winter school uniform. , turned back into human form again, it seems that she hid her clothes at the entrance of the forest.

Gryffindor's lounge is in the Gryffindor Tower on the right, and Slytherin's bedroom is on the left leading to the underground of the Black Lake, so they separated at the gate of the castle. Before leaving, Camille felt disgusted Sylvia, "You still want to go to the Forbidden Forest when you look so skinny, don't even think about it! I won't save you next time!"

"Well, thank you." It was rare that Sylvia did not talk back to Camille, but thanked again softly.Camille was not used to this, she didn't know what to say next, so she just snorted and turned her head away.

Lying back on the soft bed in the dormitory, the fireplace is burning brightly, and the room is so warm that people feel drowsy. After experiencing the thrilling night tour in the Forbidden Forest just now, Sylvia does not feel drowsy, and she keeps thinking about it. Camille's phrase "No one is obliged to do anything for me."

In fact, Sylvia understands that orphans like her and Camille whose parents are completely unknown, no matter how much they seem to enjoy the kindness of those adults for granted, they are always free from all emotions.

Sylvia thought that she couldn't really treat the kindness of those adults because her memory started too early, and she always remembered every subtle expression on those people's faces—good and bad.

Except for watching her mother die in front of her at the beginning, some memories after that are broken and boring, most of them are being moved around in the arms of some *shielded keywords*, and without her mother, she enters the madness Melon's foster family system.

The newly orphaned baby was always in demand in the foster care system, and soon she was adopted by a young couple.But the good times didn't last long, and she began to show signs of magic at about two years old, and it was around that time that she had a coherent and clear memory.

The put away toys always appeared on her crib by themselves, the cradle that was not pushed but rocked by itself... Sylvia remembers the time that really terrified the couple.

The young mother forgot to feed her at the time when she was supposed to soak her milk one day. The starving Sylvia cried and cried. A bottle of soaked milk automatically flew into the room. The couple who returned from outside heard the crying When she ran into the room, what she saw was that bottle of milk flying towards her.Such a 'supernatural' picture naturally frightened the couple quite a bit.

She still vividly remembers the horror on the faces of the young couple when they returned her to the foster care system.

The young woman's brown eyes were wide open, revealing horror, as if she was looking at some kind of terrible devil instead of a two-year-old pink girl, she stretched her slender neck, as if being caught by something The person let out a heavy breathing sound as if he was choking.Her husband, the same young man, picked her up from her armpit, but stretched his hands away from them to support her.

It was a very uncomfortable position, and Sylvia remembers twisting her little body to try to make herself more comfortable, but the man pinched her even harder, as if he was holding a slippery, man-eating monster. .

Sylvia felt that probably after being discarded that time, she, who was only two years old, gradually understood the difference of such a magical ability and the possible consequences of using it indiscriminately.

That is, from then on, she began to learn to control her own strength, and then learned to observe her words and emotions, trying to adjust her expression and tone of voice, she made herself look like a pitiful and harmless little cutie—she never I want to really integrate into a family.

Apart from the current one in the wizarding world, she had been in four Muggle families.The first one was her unintentional mistake, but the latter ones were just that she got bored.

Adults are almost always easy to figure out.Some couples like children who are well-behaved, cute and occasionally act coquettishly, and some like quiet and capable little helpers... The children they like are nothing more than those few appearances.After she gets bored staying here, she will intentionally use her magic power to create something, mockingly appreciate the frightened expressions of the originally kind couples, and then she can leave smoothly and go to the next foster care Family - She began to enjoy the unique and powerful strength she was born with.

Then there was the burst of magic power that almost killed her... Thinking about it, Sylvia twisted her body uncomfortably, even now thinking about it, she still feels pain all over her body.

Sylvia has been researching the 'magical power' in her body since she was very young. She used 'the weight she can lift' to test her own strength. Although it was difficult to control at the beginning, the test often failed , but from the occasional successful examples, it is easy to find that her magic power gradually increases with age.When she was two years old, she could fly a small bottle of milk; when she was four years old, she liked to read storybooks floating in the air under the warm quilt; The running white cat can only paddle its legs in the air...

It's just that Sylvia never expected that on the night when she was seven years old, the explosive increase in magic power would come without warning.The sharp increase in magic power made her feel the flow of power in her body so clearly for the first time. The frenzied magic power ran around in her body, causing severe pain, but what frightened her most was that there was a kind of force in her body. The bulging feeling from inside made her feel that she was going to explode in the next moment.

When everything finally calmed down and she opened her eyes again, the inside of the house she lived in was completely destroyed, and even the supporting beams and columns seemed to be crumbling. Seven or eight men in long robes were far away, their eyes frightened. Surround her.

Seeing that she seemed to have calmed down, those people began to divide and cooperate. Some raised the magic wand that seemed to her at the time to be a twig to repair the house, and some began to cast spells on the stunned foster parents.

They told her that she was a wizard, and an extremely powerful wizard, who was not suitable to live with Muggles, but it seemed that there were no cases in the wizarding world of adopting a wizard who was not a relative.

Just when several big men were worrying, an old gentleman suddenly appeared in the house.

Albus Dumbledore...the greatest wizard of our time.Sylvia's eyes darkened. It seemed that the headmaster had been very concerned about her affairs since then, and he was responsible for her being adopted by an old wizard couple.

The old couple who adopted her were very kind to her, but it was not difficult for the 'experienced' Sylvia to spot the worry in their eyes from time to time.Apparently, before adopting her, the headmaster should have told them about his...special situation, and maybe told them to keep an eye on him?

However, it doesn't matter what the specific purpose of adopting her is!Anyway, just a few months after she was adopted, she had already become the little sweetheart in the eyes of the old couple.From their point of view, it is definitely not a bad habit to go to Diagon Alley Bookstore for an afternoon of reading at least a few days a week, and once in a while, you can get a potion experiment in exchange for being coquettish.

What they didn't expect was that in the past four years from the age of seven to 11, Sylvia had already read almost all the books in Lihen Bookstore that were worth reading outside.There is no need to ask about the origin of those worried expressions. Many books have more or less mentioned some of them. If you put it together, you can get a general idea - it is all related to the mysterious person who died a few years ago.

A child with natural magical power like her should have poked the headmaster's nerves, but if it was just like this, Sylvia didn't think the headmaster would act so cautiously.After all, in such a huge magic world, wouldn't it be possible that there won't be a little wizard with powerful magic power in a few years?If the headmaster, a little wizard with strong magic power, pays such attention to everyone, let alone the headmaster's work is not free, probably even if he takes out a lot of guns, it may not be enough.

From such logic, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion: in those places that are not recorded in the official books, that terrible mysterious person should have similar experiences to hers, but I don't know how similar they are.

Even though Sylvia was thinking about those faces of fear and Dumbledore's suspicion in her mind before falling asleep, it was miraculous that before she really fell asleep, those annoying things seemed to be swept into the corner of her memory There is only one picture left: under the bright moonlight, a huge black wolf is lying on the slightly undulating hills, the warm breeze blows through the grass and its long silver fur glows under the moonlight. There was a sound of waves and rustling, and the giant wolf's golden eyes shone with golden light, looking at her gently and intently.