hp Ouroboros

After the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang dropped their argument about the second Hogwarts contestant, the rest of the process went much smoother.

Instead of Crouch who was said to be "leaving due to urgent matters", the smiling Bagman, who seemed not stable enough, acted as a guide for the Warriors - even if it is a guide, it can be summed up in one sentence: One project is to test the bravery of the warriors in the face of the unknown. On November 11th, a certain task will be completed in front of all the other students and the referee team. Except for the competition time, Sylvia did not understand this "guidance" at all 'What's the point other than wasting everyone's time.

After the instruction was over, Mrs. Maxime and Professor Karkaroff, who were still aggrieved that Hogwarts had two contestants, ignored Principal Dumbledore's invitation for a drink.

Madame Maxim put her huge palm around Fleur's shoulders, and immediately led her out of the room quickly. Sylvia followed them out of the small room. Principal Karkaroff of Durmstrang Krum, who basically didn't talk much from the beginning to the end, was behind some distance from the first few ladies, and Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Harry, who still looked disbelieving until the end of the so-called warrior guidance, were not there. come out.

On the way through the auditorium to the door, Madame Maxime and Fleur kept talking rapidly in French.It’s about you coming and going and complaining about how unfair the competition is. Mrs. Maxim comforted Fleur and said that she would try her best to find out the content of the first event. It seems suspicious that the judges of the referee group intend to help cheat. .

Do foreigners think that the British never learn other foreign languages?Sylvia thought dumbfoundedly, she was following them, and with the volume of their conversation, she couldn't do it without listening.

Didn't the French notice that the black magic book she released in the Paris branch of Lihen Bookstore is not only the French version but also does not have the word "translator" on the cover of the book? —that was rewritten by herself in French...

What would happen if she inserted a sentence into their conversation in fluent French now?Sylvia sparked a little mischievous playfulness, but it was quickly snuffed out.It's troublesome to think about it, she doesn't want to stay here any longer, she should go to her Cam as soon as possible!

When he walked to the door of the auditorium, Camille did not leave by himself, but stood by the door and waited.With a frown and a straight face, his body was as straight as a sharp sword, and the fierce aura exuded from his whole body startled Mrs. Maxime and Fu Rong, who were the first to step out of the auditorium door, and complained in French. At the end, Madam Maxim quickly realized that she hugged Fleur and continued to walk, but Fleur kept staring at Camille after she realized it, until she was taken out of the hall by her principal until she could no longer see Camille.

"Oh? You actually got a French fan so soon?" When the French left the castle and returned to their carriage, Sylvia slowly walked out of the auditorium door, came to Camille and teased. .

"French fans? What?" Camille was still frowning, but when Sylvia said it so suddenly, the gloom in his eyes dissipated, and there was a doubtful light.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the lady warrior who just came from France has been staring at you since she stepped out of the auditorium door. I don't understand the style~" Sylvia shook her head in the tone of an old man who is a veteran in love, and walked to the fifth floor. Go in the direction of the empty classroom.

Camille followed Sylvia for half a step. Hearing what she said, he tilted his head and thought seriously for a few seconds, and finally realized who Sylvia was going to say, "You said that strange person who thinks fish soup is better than meat Half Veela? She won't be my fan, I'm a standard meat pie!"

"Pfft ha ha ha!" Sylvia's clear laughter resounded through the entire empty corridor.

She never understood Camille's thoughts, no matter how she got along with her, there always seemed to be surprises waiting for her to discover.

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The selection of warriors has ended, but the enthusiasm of the whole school has not been extinguished because of the end of the dinner. The next morning, as Sylvia did not like, when she and Cam stepped into the auditorium, all eyes were on The focus on her feels like yet another strong case for her thesis that 'Triwizard Tournament Warrior' equals 'Monkey'.

Trying to ignore the eyes of those excited and almost rushing to sign, Sylvia walked to the Gryffindor long table to have breakfast with Camille as usual.

The atmosphere in Gryffindor was a bit complicated. Many students at the table, like students from other colleges, gave Sylvia a round of applause and cheers when she walked over, so Sylvia had to pull up her signboard He smiled politely, and then hid in Camille's tall figure. Relying on Camille's unhappy expression, he finally sat down after avoiding those overly enthusiastic encouragements.However, some Gryffindor students frowned, and they didn't seem to support Sylvia to sit with them—these Gryffindors were probably loyal supporters of the warrior Potter.

"Good morning, two seniors." Sitting opposite Sylvia and Camille, Hermione greeted them with a smile.

Hermione's gentle eyes looked very precious in an overly eager atmosphere, so Sylvia smiled sincerely and nodded, but she quickly discovered the problem—the other two who always walked with Hermione The boy now had only Ron sitting a little further away from Hermione, and Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Potter? Why didn't you see him?" Sylvia asked casually as she brought herself a salad and poured some oatmeal.

"Oh... this... Well, Harry hasn't gotten up yet..." Hermione slightly turned her head to look at Ron who was sitting not far away, and found that he was eating his breakfast with his head down and didn't notice her here. Then he hesitantly said with a sigh of relief, "It was a bit late yesterday in the Gryffindor lounge, Harry was not in a good mood..."

Unlike Camille who didn't speak at all and continued to eat breakfast heartlessly, Sylvia put down the fork in her hand, "Fame always has a price to pay, even if he doesn't want to be famous because of it."

"Sister, don't you think it was Harry who put the name in?" Hermione's eyes lit up, and she seemed to be in a better mood.

"Hey, the content of the training I brought him did not include the analysis of spells. Based on his level of spells, he probably has the hope of crossing the age line drawn by Principal Dumbledore in his next life." Camille swallowed. BBQ meat in sauce, said with disdain while rolling his eyes.

Although Camille's words were a bit harsh, Sylvia could only nod her head in agreement. She had already agreed with Cam yesterday not to tell Harry about what happened the night before the selection - Principal Dumbledore saw for himself They didn't explain it to Harry at all, and they didn't need to worry about this kind of thing on their own behalf-not to mention that Sylvia was so angry because she was framed to go to the competition, and she hadn't even caught the hateful thing that framed her As for the villain, he doesn't have the noble quality to be a spiritual mentor to a confused boy.

"Oh, this is really great. Harry is in a bad mood. It seems that everyone is unwilling to believe that he didn't vote for the name." Hermione didn't mind Senior Camille's mocking of Harry, with a worried expression on her face. His eyes flicked to Ron again.

"It seems that a certain Mr. Weasley is also in that 'don't believe in Harry' crowd?" Sylvia asked, slowly adding some more omelets to her plate.

Hermione hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded as if she didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, Merlin!" Camille said suddenly, "Potter can finally be separated from Weasley boy, congratulations, I'll eat more."

Hermione watched in astonishment as Camille put the corners of her mouth in a good mood and took three more steaks from the plate. Although she knew that the seniors didn't like Ron very much, she had reached this level? !

Sylvia patted Camille on the shoulder, then turned her head and gave Hermione a sorry look, "Cam doesn't like Mr. Weasley very much, sorry, but Mr. Potter may really take this opportunity to take a good look How many sincere friends are there in the group of people who pursue him. Miss Granger, as a Slytherin, I don't agree with most Gryffindor friendship models. It's a bit... well, it's not good A little bit, there is a sense of cheapness. The beginning is simple, and the end is also easy." Sylvia gave Hermione a helpless smile, shrugged her eyebrows and sighed and continued, "But of course, there are some advantages to this. , at least you won’t feel a dangerous sense of loneliness as soon as you enter school, Slytherin is too restrained and depressed, it would be great if you can neutralize it.”

"Let's not talk about that," Sylvia quickly changed the subject after expressing her thoughts, "If Mr. Potter doesn't intend to continue being viewed as a monkey, I suggest you pack some food and bring it back to him, Miss Granger. Compared with my situation, I think Mr. Potter's life may be a bit difficult in the future." Sylvia said as she turned slightly sideways, facing the long tables of the other three colleges, which made Hermione use her. eyes.

Hermione followed Sylvia's eyes to look at the other houses, and suddenly realized the meaning of the senior sister's words - if even their own Gryffindors had people who were dissatisfied with Harry being selected as a warrior, other houses Needless to say!

"Oh! That's right, let's do it like this!" Hermione suddenly became nervous, took the liner from the bread basket from the table, wrapped two very simple sandwiches made of toast bread with bacon, and learned The sisters said hello and hurried away.

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"You were too rude just now, Cam," said Sylvia and Camille after breakfast, taking advantage of the nice weather today, to take a walk by the Black Lake, "Even if you don't like Weasley, you can't be so direct, how hurtful Granger's heart." What Sylvia said sounded like she was scolding Camille in content, but judging from her light and singing tone, she didn't mean to blame at all.

Maybe it's irony?Camille didn't quite understand the complicated and messy ball of yarn thoughts in Sylvia's head. Anyway, she could probably hear that Sylvia didn't really blame her for speaking too directly.

"You care about your little apprentice, so I can't do justice to my...well, maybe a little apprentice Potter? Although I don't take Potter as an apprentice at all, it's a terrible idea. ..." Camille trembled when she said that she was frightened by the concept of 'Potter is her apprentice'.

"Where is Miss Granger counting as my junior apprentice? I haven't even begun to formally guide her, but you and Potter, haven't your morning exercises lasted for almost a year? This is not considered a junior apprentice!" Sylvia teased.

Since their fifth grade and Harry's third grade, Camille has ordered a training program for Harry. Although it was set according to how busy they are with each other, there are only one or two morning training sessions a week, but it lasted for almost a year anyway. up.

"Heh, his current ability is about the level of my six or seven years old. If this is an apprentice, I will probably beat him to death directly. I can't afford to be ashamed!"

"Huh? Aren't you pretty good at the age of six or seven? Weren't you a master of fighting at that time?"

"I'm talking about the ability to dodge when I was six or seven years old - I just started practicing the attack spell recently, it's a mess... But at least he can dodge for a while now." Camille rubbed his forehead and said helplessly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if there is a chance during the game, I'd better take care of Mr. Potter. It's better for the two of them to sit together for the position that Voldemort's thorn in his side."

"By the way, do you have any idea who put your name in there?" Camille chose a big rock by the lake, dried the morning dew on it with a spell, and sat down with Sylvia, watching Looking at the reflection of Hogwarts Castle in the lake.

"No, but I'm more suspicious of Karkaroff, he's a former Death Eater after all. Voldemort now has Peter's help, and there's little Crouch out of nowhere—seriously, the little Where did Crouch hide for so many years before? It’s quite strange—the atmosphere in Slytherin House is also a little tense. In short, Voldemort’s current power may have recovered a little bit, and Karkaroff’s stupidity may be Maybe I will go back to the old way after being scared. After all, even if the age limit is not considered, the person who writes my name and throws it into the Goblet of Fire must be stronger than all Hogwarts candidates. something you can do at will.”