hp Ouroboros

The breakfast was extremely thrilling. Apart from the tragedy of the Weasley twins and Jordan's long beard, there were several Gryffindor seventh graders who wrote their own words under the gaze of almost the whole school. The parchment of the name is thrown into the Goblet of Fire.

Camille swallowed the last mouthful of delicious grilled sausage (made into a charcoal appearance by enthusiastic elves working in the kitchen because of Halloween), watching herself under the strong applause and yelling of a bunch of people Angelina Johnson, who was blushing but also seemed very happy, threw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire, and then there was another burst of applause and shouting at the table, which was very lively. Camille shook her head incomprehensibly. Gryffindors probably liked it. The buzz of throwing names into the Goblet of Fire while everyone watches?

"Are you 17 years old?" Ron asked in surprise when Angelina sat down at the long table with a grin.

"Nevertheless, you didn't see a beard, did you?" said the Gryffindor Quidditch Seeker girl, rubbing her chin with a cheerful smile. "My birthday was last week."

"I really hope you succeed, Angelina!" Hermione congratulated, leaning over.

"Yeah, I'd rather be you than that little boy Digory." A boy in Gryffindor said, Camille couldn't remember his name at all, only vaguely remembered that he seemed to be Hermione's classmate.The boy's words elicited several angry stares from the Hufflepuff table next to the Gryffindor table.

Oh, by the way, Sylvia once mentioned this Diggory, Camille thought out of his own accord, and threw two of them into his mouth from the bowl of peppermint hard candies on the table. The boy with red lips and white teeth is said to be Hufflepuff's Hope?Camille glanced over the long Hufflepuff table, and quickly found Diggory in the crowd—the term "little white face" is not an exaggeration. Camille was suspicious of his seemingly delicate skin. How many boys can she beat with one punch? Is it okay for him to be a Hogwarts warrior? !

Just when Camille expressed doubts about Diggory's strength very impolitely, the left shoulder suddenly sank, and Sylvia's soft, almost whispering voice blew into Camille's ear, "Digory's Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms are among the top grades in his grade~ It's not a good habit to underestimate others~"

"Me and Digory, I can beat him with one punch, do you have any objections?" Camille raised one eyebrow and asked coldly.

Sylvia's beautiful silver-blue eyes turned around, and suddenly she reached out and put her arms around Camille's head, kissed her on the face, and after withdrawing, she hooked Camille's neck with her hands, showing a mischievous smile, "If it is Compared with you, there is no objection at all, my little cutie~"

Harry and Ron, who were sitting across from Sylvia and Camille, suddenly lost their appetite. Even though they often saw some small intimate movements of Sylvia and Camille, this kind of attack is not easy to get used to .Hermione's reaction was rather special. In the past, she always blushed and turned her head away from her seniors, but today she looked a little dazed. After her cheeks flushed, her eyes stopped in front of her. On the milk jug of the bloody milk for the next little Halloween special, the focus is a little blurred, and it seems to recall something.

There wasn't much time left for Hermione to be dazed. Just when everyone was full and lazily nestled in the auditorium because there was no class on Saturday and continued to stare at the Goblet of Fire, the girl from the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry definitely had the blood of a giant. The headmaster Mrs. Maxim led her students into the auditorium.

Under the eyes of countless pairs of students at Hogwarts, none of them showed cowardice, or it should be said that after receiving the attention, they raised their heads even more proudly.In a single file, one by one, they crossed the age line, throwing their respective parchments into the blue-and-white flames that burned in the Goblet of Fire.

"Come on, Ron!" Hermione elbowed Ron sharply, saving him from staring at Beauxbaton's half-veela girl to the stupidity of almost leaving his seat to follow.

"Why hit me!" Ron muttered dissatisfiedly rubbing his sore waist, but after a while, a psychedelic look appeared on his face, "Do you think that girl will become a warrior? If they weren't selected, they wouldn't just go back like this, right?"

Rolling his eyes, Camille didn't intend to answer Ron's question at all, and turned to ask Sylvia: "What will you do later?"

"Well, that's right, I was thinking, how about we clean up the empty classrooms in one go?" Sylvia stood up from her seat as she spoke, and walked out with a smile.

"Why 'us'! Why did you mess with me yourself!" Camille showed a very dissatisfied expression on his face, but he still stood up and followed Sylvia while complaining.

"Sister, do you need help?" Hermione also stood up and asked enthusiastically.

Sylvia stopped, thought for a while, and smiled wryly, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Granger, but the rest of the empty classrooms are all materials related to necromancy, and you will get hurt if you handle them casually." , we can fix it ourselves. By the way, didn’t you just mention that you haven’t seen Professor Hagrid for a while at breakfast? How's Pegasus going? Those horses are almost in Cam's care now."

"So why do you call me to clean up your dangerous things!"

"Huh? Didn't someone say that he punched a Diggory?"

"Yeah!...Don't change the subject! What does punching a Diggory have to do with helping you pack your things!"

"In this case, the ability to resist magic attacks is better. It's okay to be beaten by black magic~"

"Girlfriend is about to be attacked by black magic, why do you speak so happily!"

Hermione and the others watched Sylvia and Camille leave the auditorium noisily.

Although it seems to be bickering, it is a very warm picture... Hermione suddenly thought of it when she was walking behind Harry and Ron on the way to find Hagrid.Although Senior Sylvia has a smile on her face all the time, Hermione knows that she is a smart and elegant but indifferent person, and Senior Camille is a more inaccessible existence than Senior Sylvia. With a straight face, he usually doesn't talk much at all.But when they get together... the smile on Sister Sylvia's face will become very soft, and she will even become very fond of teasing Sister Camille, and Sister Camille will not be really angry, her mouth Complaining and complaining online, Hermione has never seen Senior Camille have any real objection to Senior Sylvia's decision.

Maybe it's the two seniors who can really go on for a long time and become a family. Hermione thought enviously, when will she meet someone who can tolerate and understand her?Hermione didn't pay much attention to the significance of the figure of a Slytherin girl that suddenly appeared in the corner of her mind.

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A day passed very quickly when Camille was disgraced by black magic materials containing all kinds of impenetrable curses. Fortunately, the two of them sorted it out together, and the goblin butler Alger helped transport it back to Slytherin Manor. It was pretty fast, and they had almost finished tidying up almost before the start of the Halloween dinner, and the empty classroom finally returned to its original empty appearance.

Leaving behind the information compiled by Mrs. Lesterledge, who Sylvia is still trying to figure out recently, they plan to go to the Halloween dinner first, and of course, there is more importantly, the Triwizard Tournament Warrior Announcement Ceremony.

Thousands of candles lit up the classical and elegant auditorium. Students from various colleges sat at their long tables one after another. Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had already arrived.

Sylvia and Camille separated at the door and sat in the queues of their respective colleges.

"I wish it was Angelina," said one of the twins as Camille sat down next to Hermione.Camille turned to look at the other - their chins were now completely free of the long white beards that were too old-fashioned for their age, and both the twins and their buddy Jordan had beams of excitement on their faces. Red light, without any frustration, it seems that the failure in the morning is completely ignored by them.

"Me too!" Hermione's voice was a little higher than usual because of nervousness, and she even took a few breaths to calm herself down, "We'll find out soon!"

In the entire auditorium, except for Camille, who was very happy eating those weird but delicious Halloween dishes, everyone felt that today's Halloween dinner seemed to be much longer than usual. Show anxious look.

Not long after Camille ate the last mouthful of lava dark chocolate pudding, finally, the golden plate on the table disappeared. Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

Karkaroff and Madame Maxime on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else.Ludo Bagman, who was about to be the referee, was all smiles and winked at the students from various schools. What was strange was that there was no one in Mr. Crouch's seat.

"Well, the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision," said Dumbledore, "I reckon it will only be a little while longer. So, listen, when the names of the champions are announced, I want them to come forward, Go over there to the professor's desk." He pointed to the side door next to the professor's desk, "Enter a small room next door, where the warriors will receive initial guidance."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he drew out his wand and waved it. All the candles were instantly extinguished, leaving only the faint light in some floating jack-o-lanterns on both sides and the eye-catching blue and white fire from the Goblet of Fire in the middle of the auditorium.

The Goblet of Fire didn't make everyone wait too long, almost less than a minute after the candle was extinguished, the blue-white flame suddenly turned bright red, and then burned violently, making a crackling sound, and there were even a few sparks Sputter out.

As everyone held their breath, a tongue of flame burst out from the red flame in the Goblet of Fire, and a piece of burnt parchment flew out of it.

Dumbledore took the piece of parchment, lowered his head, and looked at the words on it by the light of the flames over his half-moon glasses.

"Hero of Durmstrang," he said in clear force, "Viktor Krum!"

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium, not only the students of Durmstrang, but also the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons applauded and cheered.

"It's not surprising at all!" Ron stood up excitedly amidst the cheers and shouted at Harry and the others.

Viktor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table. Compared with the excited congratulations of the others, Krum didn't seem to feel any excitement. He walked to the front of the auditorium listlessly and walked along the professor's bench. He walked to the side of the table and entered the next room through the side door.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff's angry roar was also very prominent in the noisy auditorium, "I know you are destined to be a warrior!"

When the flames of the Goblet of Fire burst into flames again, the applause and chatter subsided instantly, and the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup under the impetus of the flames.

"The Champion of Beauxbatons," Dumbledore announced to everyone with a smile, "Fleur Delacour!"

On the long table in Ravenclaw, the silver-haired girl whom Camille called a half-veela stood up gracefully. With the movement of standing up, her bright silver hair flicked and she took light steps go to the front.

"It's her, Ron!" Harry yelled amid another round of cheers, pushing Ron.

Unlike Krum's situation, "Look, they look disappointed," said Hermione over the din, nodding to Beauxbatons' other representatives.

The word disappointment is used too lightly, Camille put one hand on the table and leaned his head on it, thinking boredly, two of the girls who were not selected even buried their heads in their arms. Even in such a noisy environment, they could still be heard crying.

What's so funny about this silly activity?Camille couldn't understand the enthusiasm of the people around them. They didn't understand the feeling of being surrounded and killing each other like beasts drinking blood...Camille took out the mints that Sylvia gave her during tea time from his pocket and threw them away. As soon as the two bites entered his mouth, the cool and slightly sweet taste suppressed the bloody smell in the depths of his throat because of the picture that appeared in his mind.

But after all, this is an event held with the consent of the three principals and their respective Ministry of Magic, and it will not turn into the disgusting thing she has experienced before... um... But if this is the case, this How is it different from watching a monkey play tricks?Camille was even more puzzled.

When Fleur Delacour also entered the next room, the auditorium quickly fell silent, and this time the silence was filled with surging suppressed and intense excitement—then it was the turn of the Hogwarts warriors !

Sparks sputtered, tongues of flame shot high into the air, Dumbledore pulled out a third parchment from the tip of the tongue of flames, but this time he didn't say the name right away, but frowned slightly, his eyes darted across Slytherin long table.

Neither Camille nor Sylvia missed Dumbledore's gaze, and at the same time a bad feeling emerged from their hearts, Dumbledore's deep and powerful voice sounded, "Hogwarts warriors... .Sylvia Slytherin!"