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Hooking Camille away from a group of lion cubs who were arguing happily and endlessly about what Dumbledore would do to stop students under the age of 17 from participating in the Tournament, Sylvia and Camille gradually moved away from the noisy crowd .

The road leading to their usual empty classroom on the fifth floor is very quiet, except for the slight sound of rainstorm coming through the glass windows in the distance, there is no sound at all, but such a quiet environment does not make people feel suffocated.

Sylvia took Camille's hand and walked ahead.

The torches on the side of the corridor emitted an orange flame, which was not particularly bright. The flames swayed in the occasional breeze in the corridor, and the orange light seemed to dance on Sylvia's curly hair, which was sometimes cold and dark. The silvery ash, sometimes the eye-catching golden flame.

"I'm just not interested in participating," Camille said suddenly.

"Yeah." Sylvia replied gently, without stopping.

"..." After a moment of silence, Camille spoke again, "Why don't you go? Isn't this an opportunity to show ancient magic?"

"If the principals of the three schools plan to participate, I'd be a little interested in playing, but..." Sylvia stopped at the door of the empty classroom, turned around, with a playful smile on her face, " Since only students participate, then if I go to the competition, don’t everyone have to compete? A competition that already knows the result is meaningless~”

"Ah! Besides, my wand!" Sylvia said, stretching out her hand and dangling in front of Camille, holding the wand she didn't know when she held it in her hand, "My wand has cracks on it. I don't want to break my wand just for a mere thousand gold Galleons!"

"Can't you cast spells without a stick?" Camille ignored Sylvia who was standing at the door, and walked into the empty classroom first. While talking, he took the suitcase next to the large table made up of several student desks, and tidied it up. pick up the contents.

"That's right, but I always feel that using a magic wand is more accurate. If there is any event like a warrior duel, what if I accidentally hit someone *blocked keyword*...I always feel very troublesome. "Sylvia followed into this empty classroom that was basically occupied by the two of them.

"Also..."

"And?! How could you think of so many messy reasons..."

"Like I said, it's winter, I don't want to sit with you and read a book or something, isn't it mentally ill to go out in the wind and snow to watch a monkey show for others! Then..."

"Okay, okay," Camille said, stacking the half-person-high parchment that was just taken out of the suitcase, 'Boom! ’ slammed on the desk in front of Sylvia, “Too much nonsense, work!”

"...Eh??!!" Sylvia wailed, "No, wait a minute, today is the first day of school! And it's getting late now! By the way! Dumbledore The principal also said just now that everyone should go back to sleep!"

"So you dragged me here, who was planning to go back to the dormitory to sleep, just to play with me? Huh?!"

"Absolutely nothing like that!" Sylvia's beautiful eyes began to roll around, as if she had discovered some breakthrough point, she stood up and pointed to the classroom full of books and useless desks and chairs, " But look, there is no bed here to sleep and rest, and then there will be a curfew soon, so..."

Camille didn't say anything, and with a wave of his hand, the dark red wand was already in his hand, "So you only planned to sleep on the bed? I thought you planned to sleep with me, but I still planned to become The wolf type makes you lie on your stomach..."

"That's right!" Sylvia yelled, jumped up from her seat, grabbed Camille's hand holding the wand, and even covered her face with the tip of the wand to prevent Camille from casting spells, "That's right! I just intend to I slept with you! Put away your wand first, let’s talk? Yes, yes, I’ll start reading the information now! Oh now!” Sylvia hurriedly sat back on her seat in a panic, picked up Black’s The parchment that the old house didn’t have time to read continued to struggle——Camille’s wolf belly is super soft!Super super warm!But there is almost no chance of sleeping on the belly!How could this opportunity be missed like this! !no way!

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The next morning, although the weather was still not looking good outside, judging from the still cloudy ceiling of the auditorium, the storm that had lasted at least a week finally died down.

Sylvia distributed this semester's timetable to all Slytherin students before breakfast—since the prefect's inspection on the Hogwarts Express and yesterday's job of guiding the new students in the college were all left to the fifth grade freshmen The prefect is now, and Sylvia consciously took over the easy job of distributing class schedules this morning.

When everyone was not eating breakfast quietly or studying with their schedules, hundreds of owls poured into the owl entrance near the ceiling of the auditorium. They circled the dining table, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Owls are basically very distinctive. They don’t care about the dining environment of their owners at all. They will swoop down when they see people. It’s fine for those owls that stop urgently. A breakfast table full of hazards is a real hazard - Gryffindor was the worst, with owls falling into milk jugs or trying to land on plates piled high with sausages, only to be caught by unsteady sausages. Tripped and made the whole plate of sausages flying around and things like that.

The owls here in Slytherin circled around the long table quietly and orderly. Those who found their masters would fly down and drop letters or packages precisely a few inches in front of their masters. Those who didn't stop at all took off directly.No mess, no sound, perfect!

Sylvia saw a huge owl deliver a heavy package to Draco Malfoy and then gracefully draw an arc in the air and fly away along the original path, and then look at Camille... Fortunately, even though the round-faced Neville Longbottom was always clumsy, the owl of the Longbottom family was quite good, and it didn't harm the food of Camille sitting next to him—huh?Could this be why Cam chose to sit next to the boy?

"Little pig...stop...no...go away!" Indistinctly, intermittent calls came from the Gryffindor long table, and then...

The sound of "Boom!" caused a lot of students to turn their heads to look at the sound of cups, bowls and pans falling from their hands or falling to the ground. The little boy of the Weasley family, tsk tsk, his Sylvia It is said that Sirius’ new pet, a small owl named Piglet, is now lying on the Gryffindor long table with its claws facing the sky, not only is its head covered with a wobbly silver plate, even its wings are Fully spread, one wing was soaked in an overturned milk jug, and the other was probably held down by a pile of overturned steaks, accompanied by the piglet's violent squawks and attempts to stand up , the milk was splashed everywhere, and the pile of steaks pressing the wings looked crumbling.

"Ron Weasley!!" Camille's gloomy growl was heard even by Sylvia sitting on the Slytherin table—Camille's breakfast, since the seat was very close to the 'crime scene', It was thus completely destroyed.

It seems that Alger will bring some breakfast over later. Fortunately, Professor Snape's Potions class only starts in the second period, and they still have time to have a perfect breakfast.

When the whole school focused on the tragedy caused by the over-excited little owl delivering the newspaper for the first time, Sylvia saw something wrong with Malfoy from the corner of her eye.

With the gesture of gracefully picking up the porcelain cup of morning tea and intending to drink it, Sylvia saw Malfoy stealthily pull out a letter from the bottom of the box wrapped in his big bag of handmade candy and biscuits from home. I didn't even look at it and put it in the pocket of the wizard's robe. I ate two more bites of breakfast without showing anything, and then I pretended to be full, got up and left very naturally.

Not long after Malfoy left early, Zabini and Pansy from Parkinson's family were also sandwiched among the Slytherin students who left one after another. It seemed inconspicuous, but Sylvia saw Malfoy leave If she hadn't noticed that Malfoy had got a letter and then stared at him all the way, she wouldn't have noticed his little actions at all.

So, what is the trend of Malfoy, Zabini and Parkinson's family? This is indeed a matter worthy of careful deliberation - it is definitely not the practice of the Slytherins to rush up and ask. , what they say, what they think in their hearts, and what they actually put into action may be different, and impulsive questions like that will never get any correct answers—but, of course, most Gryffindors are not I will understand this, so I will talk to Camille about this for now, and let her pay attention to the threesome, so that they don't get confused by *blocked keywords*.

Ah... Speaking of being killed... Sylvia turned her attention away from the door of the Great Hall and turned to the Gryffindor table.

Although Malfoy and the others left one after another, it was actually within a few minutes. Gryffindor was still in a state of chaos. Camille, who was temporarily persuaded by Hermione, kept a straight face. She glared at Ron resentfully, but her golden eyes were even glowing with magic gold... Sylvia sighed, stood up and walked there.

If she doesn't go to make a rescue, probably she doesn't need to inquire about the movements of the little snakes. Camille may directly beat Ron to death, and then wave at Harry and Hermione who ran up to try to persuade the fight... Tsk tsk, That's the end of the trio of saviors, so that all the hard work I have been doing won't be wasted by Ron's stupid new pet...

Hey... her Cam is so poor, she was forced to recall the bloody and dark past in the underground fighting ring yesterday, and today's breakfast was ruined again - if the duel being watched by crowds is something that Cam hates, That hot food is Camille's salvation.

But now... Sylvia sighed again inwardly, how about she walk a little slower?At least let Camille punch that Weasley to calm down?Camille's words should still be a little sensible, knowing the reason why a classmate should not be slapped to death... right?

"Why are you stopping me!" Camille angrily tore off a piece of uncut steak that was stuck on a fork.

"Because when I think about it, I still think you might slap Mr. Weasley on the wall and turn it into an unknown object. We still need them now, so please restrain yourself a little bit." Sylvia put her hands on the seat , Watching Camille gulping down the breakfast that Alger just sent - the top T-bone steak, the meat is edible, the bones can be gritted, but the price is a bit expensive...

"Don't you just need Harry?" Camille gnawed on the bone with her sharp teeth, "It's okay with Ron!" bite off.

"You can't expect Harry's good friend to cooperate with us after making him paralyzed." Sylvia rolled her eyes, picked up a small piece of biscuit and ate it.

"Annoying *blocked keyword*," Camille spat out the broken bones, and continued to move towards the seventh T-bone steak, "Well... so, hurry up and get those Horcruxes, wait for Voldemort It's all over, and I can give that Weasley a punch!"

"Yes, yes, before that, you should hurry up and eat it. It will be Professor Snape's potion improvement class. If you are late, you will be in big trouble." Sylvia licked the biscuit off her hand with the tip of her tongue Dumb, walked outside the empty classroom, "By the way, you have been watching the trio recently. There may be something going on with Malfoy. Although I don't think there will be any major incidents in the near future, you still look at the three of them. It's better to be a troublemaker."

"Ah!! Why do I want to be a nanny!"

"Um... probably because I'm planning to pay off the night you owe me?"

"make a deal!"