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Sylvia can basically be said to be a very light sleeper, but she had a rare good sleep after the crazy behavior last night, and it was almost noon when she woke up.

Not going to go hungry and wait to go to the hall for lunch, Sylvia simply called a house elf named 'Sissy', the elf who gave her biscuits when she swam to the kitchen at night last night However, at first she wanted to stuff more food, but after Sylvia refused her, she insisted that she must call her when needed in the future, as if it was a great honor to be called around .

"Pfft!", an elf wearing a tea towel embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem appeared in Sylvia's room.

"Sissy is here to serve little wizards!" These magical elves really have a different kind of enthusiasm for serving wizards. She stared at Sylvia with eyes the size of tennis balls.

"Please give me an omelette, a piece of toast, some fruit salad and a cup of Earl Gray tea, thank you." This was the first time Sylvia tried to order in the dormitory.

"Ah! Xixi was said thank you!!" Sisi looked extremely happy, "No problem! Sisi will be right back!" She said in a shrill voice, snapped her fingers, and disappeared into the room with a "poof!" inside.

Sylvia, who originally thought she would have to wait for a while, planned to take a shower before getting her clothes on, when she heard another pop.

"Sissy is ready for Miss Cassandra's brunch!" Sissy was carrying a tray with what Sylvia wanted to eat.

"Okay...please put it on the desk over there, thank you."

"Ah!! Thank you again for Sisi! Miss Cassandra is so kind to Sisi!! Please call for anything you need in the future!!" Sisi said excitedly after putting down the plate.

After getting the assurance that Sylvia would call her again in the future, Sisi finally snapped her fingers excitedly and disappeared into the room.

After brunch, Sylvia sat in her room all day reading fairy tales.

Nordic myths and stories, except for some places that may be passed on by word of mouth *masked keywords*, are very close to reality in Sylvia's view as a whole: gods can die, and the world is not In eternity, the withering of life brings death, and death begets life, and the cycle repeats itself.

Of course, there are too many characters in the story, and their relationships are intricate, which really doesn't help Sylvia's research. It took Sylvia a day just to sort out those relationships.And Sylvia noticed that compared with other Muggle religious stories, the Nordic mythological stories have very little information handed down. Most of the characters lack descriptions, and the stories seem thin, and many places even block each other. keyword*.

After sorting it out a bit, Sylvia noticed that, according to the story, the rune script was invented by the Nordic God King Odin. Even if those scripts are separated individually, they have great power, but now the text in their books The recorded runes have almost no such ability. Although the combination of multiple characters to form the correct spell can indeed produce a more powerful effect than the English-transformed spell, it is not as overwhelming as the story described. Ability, the current runes are indeed much inferior.

Sylvia wrote down two guesses on the paper. One guess was that it was Muggles who spread these stories after all. Perhaps in the eyes of Muggles at that time, the abilities of ancient wizards were so incredible. Exaggerated embellishments, it becomes what you see in the storybooks now; there is also a guess that the wizards learned the modern runes, and the powerful ancient runes in ancient times have not been handed down.

Regarding the existence of ancient runes, Sylvia plans to go to the library to see if there are any related books in the future. Even if there are no books in the ordinary area, it does not mean that there are no books in the □□ area, but how to read those □□ Au's book...she has a few ideas...just might take a while...

Tonight is the Hogwarts Christmas Eve dinner. Under the reminder of Xiao Zhong, Sylvia put down her books and notes, and tidied herself in the mirror.

Although Sylvia didn't like those Muggles who made a fuss, but I have to say that some Muggle things are really good, for example, mirrors that can't talk!

God knows how those wizards can put up with such a noisy magic mirror... Sylvia was tortured for the first time on the first morning by the magic mirror that couldn't meet the requirements no matter how she took care of herself 10 minutes later, wrote to the adoptive parents asking for a 'normal' mirror that day.

Walking into the hall, in addition to the auditorium hall decorated with large banners printed with the Hogwarts school emblem, it is now decorated with golden and red shiny ribbons - when you have a proud Gryffindor When it comes to principals, there aren't many options for Christmas decorations.

Fortunately, the huge Christmas holly tree, which almost touched the roof of the auditorium, was at least as green as it was.Sylvia was also relieved to find that the huge star decoration on the top of the Christmas tree was the bronze color representing Ravenclaw. It seemed that this Christmas tree was decorated by Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw.

In the auditorium, the four long dining tables of the four colleges were gone, replaced by a long table placed horizontally in the center.

Headmaster Dumbledore was already sitting in the center of the long table, and his attire tonight still interpreted the unreasonable aesthetic taste of the wizarding world.Sylvia wasn't sure she should look at his red and green robes with admiration, after all Headmaster Dumbledore rarely wore Slytherin green, or take a breath and take two steps back to show respect for him. Disapproval of taste.

Sitting next to Mr. Principal was Professor McGonagall, who was dressed in a decent dark-colored Scottish plaid robe. Compared with the two, her attire was simply a breath of fresh air in the wizarding world!She was trying to ignore the Christmas-themed Mr. Principal next to her who managed to dress herself up.

Soon all the remaining professors and students arrived, and Sylvia sat next to Camille, not because she wanted to be that seat, but because she felt that someone had to cover her, and try not to let the Principal Dumbledore appeared in her peripheral vision, otherwise there would always be a feeling of wasting a rare Christmas dinner.

"Great, everyone gathered together again this year to enjoy the Christmas dinner, I wish you all a Merry Christmas!" Dumbledore obviously didn't notice at all, or he didn't care at all about the disdainful or dodging eyes of his colleagues and little wizards at the table, Still very happy to say.

"Merry Christmas!" As everyone's voice fell, sumptuous delicacies appeared on the long table. There was a small roast turkey on each side of the table. The eyes of the turkey in front of her were so intense that she felt a strange feeling of being stripped of her clothes.

"Shall I cut some turkey for you?" Sylvia felt that she should hurry up and offer to help, otherwise she always felt that Camille was going to pounce on the table at any time.

Camille was very well-behaved, she nodded and handed her golden plate to Sylvia, under her eager encouraging eyes, Sylvia had to cut almost a quarter of the turkey, even if this The turkey is not too big, but it is estimated to weigh at least 10 pounds, a quarter, that is nearly 2.5 pounds... Sylvia watched in shock as Camille took another empty plate and filled it with a lot of other things food.

Is this person really not going to die? !Sylvia looked at her half-filled plate, then at Camille's two full plates, one of which was being wiped out quickly, and suddenly realized from another new perspective how much it is to be a werewolf. not easy.

I only ate half a piece of steak for lunch, and Camille endured hunger until the evening. Fortunately, this Christmas dinner was very satisfying. Delicious roast turkey.

It is said that it is difficult to roast a turkey without fat, but today's roast turkey is very delicious. I don't know who the chefs at Hogwarts are. Camille almost wants to give them Christmas presents.

Thinking of Christmas presents, I felt distressed again. Although Camille didn't know many people, but because she didn't have much money to buy those luxurious Christmas presents, Camille had no choice but to buy them with the money she spent selling herbs this semester. Honeydukes' 'Fifty Specialty Pie Deluxe Pack' was individually wrapped and given away as a Christmas gift.Now I just hope that the few people who might give her gifts will have some insight and give her some delicious food.

When Camille finished most of her plate of turkey and was about to eat the turkey leg she had saved for last, she noticed that Sylvia, who had just helped her cut up the turkey, had almost nothing on her plate—those The cold vegetable salad, which is not very hungry, is not listed in the category of staple food by Camille at all.

"Hey!" Camille rarely put down the knife in his right hand, and lightly poked Sylvia's arm next to him, "This is the only thing you eat for such a sumptuous Christmas dinner today?!"

It was very surprising that Camille, who was so focused on eating, would actually talk to her. Sylvia didn't react for a while, until Camille poked her a little harder and poked her again.

"Oh! Are you talking about me? Well... I don't think most people can eat that much..." Sylvia glanced at Camille's plate, which had been almost wiped out with only one chicken leg left, with lingering fear.

"I see you eating salad every time...are you a rabbit!" Not sure why Camille suddenly felt that she had to do something nice on Christmas Eve, like teaching this puny Slytherin about the importance of eating meat.

Camille directly forked the turkey leg on her plate that was going to be eaten at the end and put it on Sylvia's plate. Although her heart was bleeding, she still put on a heroic and proud expression, "Eat!" She ordered.

Sylvia was shocked, she was really shocked—that Camille, who regards food as his life, gave her his chicken leg? !Wait a moment! !Professor McGonagall on the opposite side, now is not the time to show a gratified expression!Something must have happened to Camille like this!

Sluggishly eating the chicken leg that Camille mercifully threw over, Sylvia felt that she might be about to stretch *blocked keywords*, just as she was recalling where she put the digestive potion in the room, Headmaster Dumbledore looked at her with a smile.

"Ah, I haven't seen a Slytherin child play so well with a Gryffindor for a long time! Sure enough, young people are much more energetic than us old guys!" Dumbledore had a satisfied smile on his face, Waving the tiny spoon with which he ate his Yorkie pudding.

"Ah, that's right!" Dumbledore suddenly lowered his voice, alerting Sylvia, who had already distrusted him, "I heard that Miss Cassandra is learning ancient runes by herself recently? What a good boy who is eager to learn! How is the progress? If you need help, I think our rune professor, Professor Samilson, will be happy to help any child who is interested in rune!"

Dumbledore's kind and gentle concern sounded like a harsh alarm to Sylvia - how did he know that she was studying runes?How much does the principal know?How should she answer his question next?