hp Ouroboros

Walking into the classroom where the warriors were required to assemble, Sylvia saw at a glance the witch in conspicuous magenta who was talking to Ludo Bagman in the classroom.

"Wow..." Sylvia stretched out her finger and poked Camille calmly. After attracting her attention, she didn't say much. She nodded her chin towards the witch and lowered her voice to almost Only a breathy voice remained: "Rita Skeeter."

Rita Skeeter?Camille didn't realize who it was for a while.Sylvia turned her head and glared at her, "Have you forgotten the time you made a little Hufflepuff girl cry?"

After being reminded by Sylvia, Camille suddenly remembered that a very courageous Hufflepuff girl actually recommended it to the stern-faced her in the herbal medicine class she cooperated with Hufflepuff. What kind of article, Camille has forgotten the specific content now, but she still remembers that she was so annoyed that she had to take the magazine and browse it quickly, and finally said, "You said this is a current affairs review magazine?"Could it be that the romance novels you read all the time seem to you current affairs novels?Haha, what a twists and turns, stirring current events. 's harsh comments successfully made people cry.

Rita Skeeter wrote the 'twists and turns, soul-stirring' current affairs commentary - thanks to the Hufflepuff she made cry, Camille finally remembered the name of this person.

"So what is this woman doing here?" Camille snorted disdainfully.

Before Sylvia could answer, the door of the classroom was pushed open again, and Harry walked in with a sad expression on his face. Bagman, who was chatting with Skeeter, saw Harry and quickly got out of his chair. jump up.

"Ah! The fourth champion! Come in, Harry, come in . . . there's nothing to worry about, it's just the wand-testing ceremony, and the other referees will be here soon."

Oh, so they were called in to test the wands, the fourth warrior really has a big face, she just walked in and now why no one told her? !Sylvia turned her head slightly and rolled her eyes at Camille, without letting others see, what was she doing here wasting the rare time when she was able to check the information when she was not in class? !Camille, who understood what Sylvia meant, curled her lips and snickered a few times.

"Detecting wands?" Harry asked, standing uneasily at the entrance.

"No big deal! Just check that your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because wands will be your most important tools in future competitions." Bagman said with a relaxed tone, "The experts are upstairs and Dumbledore is together, they will be here in a while. Then take a few photos, oh, yes, this is Ms. Rita Skeeter," Bagman pointed to Skeeter and happily introduced her to Harry Leigh knew, "She's writing a little article about the Contest for the Daily Prophet..."

"Maybe it's not trivial, Ludo." Rita Skeeter interrupted Bagman, pushing back a pair of exaggerated jeweled glasses that kept staring at Harry.

"Uh... hello..." Harry said hello stiffly, it seemed that he was suspicious of the suspicious woman in front of him who had her hair neatly arranged but weirdly curly, and her overall clothes looked jeweled and exaggerated manner.This is good, Sylvia thought, this woman is a ruthless character... Recalling the few articles written by Skeeter she read, tsk tsk, black is written in white, and white is written in black. This woman is gone.

"Before we start, can I have a few words with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "youngest warrior, you know... just to add some interest to the article." head."

"No problem!" Bagman probably didn't understand Skeeter's essence, and he nodded happily when he heard that it would increase his 'spectacular'. "I just don't know if Harry objects?"

"Hmm..." Harry hesitated and forced a word. Before he could say anything, Skeeter interrupted him directly. In the blink of an eye, her long, bright red nails His hand grabbed Harry's arm.

"Great," said Rita Skeeter, dragging Harry out of the room.

"They went to the next room." Camille's keen hearing allowed her to hear the sound of Skeeter opening the next door without hindrance.

"It's really...cough, a lady with professional editorial spirit," Sylvia shrugged her eyebrows with a snickering smile, and quickly added, "—the next room is a broom room."

After Skeeter dragged Harry out, there was a stagnant atmosphere in the room. Viktor Krum, sullen as usual, stood in a corner from Sylvia and Camille. Harry was pulled away without saying a word, not even moving his bushy eyebrows.

Furong looked quite happy when Sylvia and the others entered the door. A potbellied man in the corner was holding a big black camera that was slightly smoking. Served as a focal point, Fleur is visibly delightful.The moment they walked through the door, Fleur was tossing her head, trying to make her long silver hair shine - but as soon as Sylvia entered, Colin, who seemed to have brought them here, said The man who took pictures of the warriors suddenly turned his attention to Sylvia, and naturally, the smile on Furong's face collapsed.

"This is a room for warriors. Why did you come in? What's your name?" After reporter Skeeter walked out, Fleur walked towards the door where Sylvia and Camille were standing. She didn't say anything to Sylvia What, instead, he stared at Camille and asked.

"Only for warriors? The boy who led the way just now didn't say anything. I don't have class anyway, so I just follow along to take a look, okay?" Camille explained a few words casually, and finally turned to Bagman.

Bagman scratched his head, and after thinking for a while, he said in a very uncertain tone: "Well... Well, it doesn't seem to say that friends of warriors can't accompany them, ah, but it will be troublesome to detect wands and take pictures later. If you stand aside and wait, if it doesn't affect us, I think it should be okay?"

Camille didn't care about Bagman's tone. She glanced at Fleur in front of her with her sharp yellow eyes, and didn't talk to her again, and didn't even answer Fleur's question about her name. Instead, she turned her head and said to Sylvia: "What the hell did Skeeter write? Harry sounds annoyed."

"Your hearing is simply cheating!" Sylvia raised her hand and tapped Camille's arm, rolled her eyes, and suddenly disappeared in place, replaced by a caracal with special silver-gray fur.

"Animagus?!" Fleur exclaimed softly, temporarily forgetting the anger raised by Camille's neglect just now.

The caracal cat grabbed the clothes on Camille's body, and jumped into Camille's arms at once, with its two front paws resting on Camille's shoulders, its long ears trembling, one facing the door and the other turned to the nearest neighbor wall, listening intently.

Camille hugged Sylvia who had turned into a caracal cat in her arms, preventing her from falling, and absently plucked the short hair on Sylvia's back.

Until Mrs. Maxime and Karkaroff, led by Percy Weasley, who temporarily replaced Crouch, who was said to be 'urgent to deal with', walked into the room and sat down, Camille and West in the caracal form Sylvia didn't make any sound.

"Where is Miss Slytherin? Haven't you arrived yet?" Karkaroff asked with a frown.

Bagman was about to answer, when suddenly there was a low laugh of "Pfft!" from the door, the silver-gray caracal jumped out of Camille's embrace, and landed back to its original state. Sylvia and Camille were in the corner, With no one in the room understanding what happened, they laughed silently—Karkaroff's question naturally had an answer.

Just a few seconds later, the door of the room was opened again, and Harry ran in vigorously, and ran to Sylvia and Camille, with a kind of rejoicing on his face, followed by Dumbledore The principal and Mr. Ollivander, the master wand maker, also came in one after the other.

"Remind me to remember to read the "Daily Prophet" tomorrow." Camille stopped smiling first, but the corners of his mouth were still raised, "He is still alive and kicking after describing Principal Dumbledore as 'a rigid old lunatic' It is estimated that the article written by someone is worth reading."

Compared with Camille’s keen hearing brought by her wolf’s poison, Sylvia directly turned into a caracal and heard the live interview about Harry next door, the wand inspection is not a fun thing, the only novel thing is probably Only Ollivander could see that the core of Fleur's wand was her grandma's hair—a magical creature called Veela, which meant that Fleur did have one-eighth of Veela blood.

Camille's nose is indeed as sensitive as a canine creature. When Ollivander waved Fleur's wand and used 'Orchid Bloom' to make a bouquet of flowers, she recovered and stood by the door Camille, who was waiting, nodded her nose playfully, and used her body to cover the gesture of pointing to Furong.

Idle is also idle, Camille doesn't mind playing this kind of game with her girlfriend, which she usually thinks is naive and stupid.She parted her mouth slightly and smiled, with wolf ears trembling on her head, and a long and fluffy wolf tail emerging from behind her body.Rock back and forth.

Sylvia was amused by Camille's big dog-like behavior and laughed silently. It wasn't until Mr. Ollivander came up to her and coughed twice that she realized that it was her turn.

"Miss Slytherin... is by no means mediocre, Miss Slytherin..." Ollivander almost spoke in a breath of admiration. When he took the wand from Sylvia's hand, the master wand maker Rarely did they set their sights on Sylvia instead of her wand.

It may be that the touch of the wand he received in his hand was a bit different from what he expected. After Ollivander took the wand from Sylvia, he stopped staring at Xi with his silver-gray eyes that looked a little weird. Sylvia frowned, closed her mouth, and carefully checked the yew wood wand in her hand from beginning to end.

"Miss Slytherin, this rift... seems to have widened a bit?" The eyes of the very experienced wand master moved back and forth between the wand in his hand and Sylvia with lingering fear.

He nearly fainted when Sylvia walked into the shop at the beginning of summer vacation this year to ask for a wand repair.Even if he knew how to make the wand have such a crack from the inside to the outside-but it is clear, it is all knowledge in books... He has been making wands for so many years, and he has never heard of modern wizards A situation where the wand can be cracked with pure magic power.

But now... isn't the crack even worse!What the hell did Miss Slytherin do during the summer vacation plus a few months of school? !

"Ah...yes...but, um...I, I don't think I did anything..." Sylvia said with difficulty, her delicate face matched with a slightly coquettish awkward tone , making this lie feel like being coquettish, and Sylvia fooled it in a daze.

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After checking the magic wand, it took a lot of time, and finally took a group photo of the warriors who seemed to be unable to adjust the angle. The beauty of Fleur and Sylvia made it difficult for the photographer with a big belly to choose, and for the three Rita Skeeter, who writes a column for The Contest, prefers to be photographed by a photographer with Harry Potter as the main character. The long face was really confusing...

Finally, she was able to leave, but Sylvia was not happy because of this. Her dejected legs barely followed, but her whole body hung limply on Camille as if she had no bones.

"Ah, it's so annoying..." Sylvia weakly rubbed her baby wand that was a little cracked with the right hand that didn't hook Camille.

"Didn't Mr. Ollivander say that he still has a few magic wands that you can try out when you are young? If this one really fails, then you can change it?" Camille suggested indifferently.

"I don't really want to change it!" Sylvia twisted her body, trying to express her reluctance by such difficult movements as walking against Camille and cheating at the same time.

"It doesn't matter how reluctant you are, Mr. Ollivander has already decided to bring you a spare wand for every match—but does he really believe that you can keep fighting?"

"What? Do you think I will lose?"

"It's not...too bad to lose, I just thought you'd abstain because of 'It's snowing so hard outside! It's so cold! I don't want to leave the fireplace!'"

"What a reason!"