hp Ouroboros

In the morning, Harry woke up, absent-mindedly getting dressed, his head spinning.

Dragon...Fire Dragon...Harry sat on the bed and shivered. After a while, he realized that the shiver seemed to come from the actual cold rather than the panic in his heart. He looked down at the clothes he had worn for a long time. ...oh, he's putting his hat on his feet like a sock.

When he finally sorted out his clothes, walked out of the dormitory, came to the overcrowded auditorium, sat down with Hermione and Ginny, and faced the hot and delicious breakfast on the table, Harry felt that his stomach might have shrunk to his body Somewhere in the corner, he couldn't eat anything at all.

Hermione knew that Harry went out to look for Hagrid in the middle of the night last night, and now seeing that Harry looked like a ghost, neither talking nor eating, she poured down the porridge in the bowl in two or three bites, and Ginny After saying goodbye, he grabbed Harry and dragged him out.

'Hermione Granger walks out of the hall holding Harry Potter's arm', this picture is very different from Rita Skeeter's 'fantasy story with both writing and imagination' (Sylvia's Statement) as a real news report for the students who are watching, but it is not a small incentive.

Hermione, who firmly believed that those rumors were boring things, didn't care about the people who pointed at them in the auditorium. She pulled Harry outside the castle and walked around the edge of the Black Lake. Only then did she hear Harry's experience last night. It's over.

"Dragon?!" Hermione screamed. "Did Sirius tell you how..."

"Yes, yes!" Harry interrupted Hermione irritably, "Just when he was about to talk about a simple spell on the other side of the mirror that can deal with dragons, Ron came to disrupt the situation!"

Hermione didn't know what to say, maybe she was so angry that she couldn't speak. She paced around for a while, and then she suppressed her anger and said, "You just want to get angry with Ron! Then put that The mirror is closed?! That double-sided mirror needs several days to replenish its magic power before it can be used again! Today is Sunday, and there are less than three days left until Tuesday afternoon... Even if I have time to write a letter, there is no time to practice the magic spell. ..." At first she stared at Harry angrily, but seeing that Harry was still stubborn, Hermione had no choice but to keep walking back and forth while thinking of countermeasures to herself.

In the end, the two people who had no clue had to turn to the library of Hogwarts. They hugged a large stack of books about dragons and started to read one by one.

"Dragon is extremely difficult to kill, because their thick hide is permeated with ancient magic, and only the most powerful spells can penetrate..." Hermione read softly from a thick book in her hand.

"But according to Sirius, it only takes a simple spell to solve the problem." Harry irritatedly scratched his already messy hair to make it even messier.

"Their thick skins are permeated with ancient magic..." Hermione repeated what she said before, as if she didn't hear Harry's complaint.

"Ancient magic! Harry! This is it!" Hermione suddenly jumped up from the chair, making a harsh noise of the chair rubbing against the floor, but fortunately she still remembered to keep the volume down, "Let's go to Senior Camille and the others! They You must know how to deal with a dragon full of ancient magic!"

"Eh? But Senior Slytherin is also a warrior, so it won't be..."

"We want to make sure you live until Tuesday night," Hermione picked up a pile of books they pulled out, magically put them back in place without looking at them, and ran as soon as she stepped out of the library , "Besides, Sister Silvia must have a hundred ways to deal with fire dragons, and she won't mind telling you one of them!"

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"So you came to us." Sylvia summed up Hermione's long series of words. Hermione nodded and sat down on her armchair that Camille let out.

Sylvia rubbed the center of her brows, these children... what should I say... 5 minutes ago Hermione ran into the classroom panting, and before she could straighten out her breath, she started talking in one breath, frightened Camille jumped up from the chair, thinking that something big happened, but it turned out that Harry saw four dragons in Hagrid last night, and talked with Sirius through the double-sided mirror in the middle of the night, because he and Ron accidentally Breaking into the corner of the lounge, Harry closed the double-sided mirror that took four days to recharge in order to get angry, and Sirius obviously mentioned 'a simple spell', but Harry couldn't finish listening.

"I read in the book that the skin of the dragon is infiltrated with ancient magic, so I thought of my sister..." Hermione's voice was a little softer, because she just rushed into the classroom in a hurry, and she didn't worry about it at all. Are the two seniors busy?After taking a breather, I saw that Sister Sylvia's super-large desk made up of six student desks was covered with parchment and notes, not to mention, even some were spread on the floor covered with long-haired carpets. In the corner opposite to Sylvia's desk, there are also books around Sister Camille's armchair, and she seems to be researching something.

"Sorry to bother you..." Hermione bowed her head and sincerely apologized, her face blushing with shame.

"It's okay, I just happened to be looking for you." Sylvia waved her hand and said nonchalantly. She stood up and accurately grabbed a small stack of strange symbols on it from among the layers of parchment and drafts on the table. The parchment was handed to Hermione.

"Remember...?" Sylvia made a 'Bellatrix' mouth.

"Ah! Remember!" Hermione pulled herself together nervously, and even the half-dead Harry, who was nervous because the first project was coming, twisted her body and looked at the door.

The pointed wolf ears that appeared on her head at some point trembled, and Camille said reassuringly, "There is no one around here." Sitting down next to Sylvia.

"What is this?" Hermione took the parchment handed over by Sylvia. Hermione glanced at it for a while, but basically couldn't understand the things on it. The rune scripts taught in class.

"After tidying up," Sylvia pointed to her messy table, "it can be confirmed that the gold cup is placed in the vault of Gringotts, and because the common vault of the Lestrange couple, Lestrange The family treasury and the Black family treasury have been sealed by the Ministry of Magic-although they will never take half a Galleon from the goblin's treasury in this life, at least no one can enter without the Ministry of Magic lifting the blockade order Those vaults — I think the vaults Ms Bella was referring to were her personal vaults before she got married."

"Just like Sirius Black's personal treasury was still usable even when he was captured in Azkaban, Ms. Bella's personal treasury before she got married is still usable—of course, obviously Wanted, but the personal treasury is still open for use, such a disgusting thing is the result of negotiations between the Ministry of Magic, some individual wizard groups and goblins, I will not talk about the complicated and boring process." Sylvia said Looking at himself, he rolled his small eyes and shook his head.

Standing up and walking to the arm sofa where Hermione was originally sitting, Sylvia pointed to one of the six stacks of books on the floor beside the chair, and said, "The sheepskin for you Inside the paper is a part of the design of the illusion enchantment. It’s normal that you just flipped through it and couldn’t understand it. The knowledge involved in it is all in this stack of books. Please take it back and study it, and ask me if you don’t understand. Oh, yes Now, Mr. Potter, you are also partly responsible for dealing with Voldemort, so you must also participate in this plan."

"Oh, ok... um? Illusion enchantment? Is senior sister going to use ancient magic to solve Mrs. Lestrange's matter?" Hermione reacted for a while before she thought of the key.

"Yeah, because no matter whether you use the Imperius Curse to control Ms. Bella, or the Polyjuice Potion turns her into her appearance, you will pass through the Forbidden Falls on the way to her vault, and the effect will disappear. At that time, you will have to control the minecart." One thing's goblin turned his face... think about it or forget it, goblins live too long, and hold grudges, so troublesome."

Sitting back on the chair behind the desk, Sylvia rubbed her forehead, looking a little tired, when Camille handed her a cup of hot cocoa, she gave Camille a reproachful look before taking it to drink After taking a long breath, he continued: "So the final plan is to arrange a large-scale illusion enchantment, and forcefully arrange the appearance of Ms. Bella's vault. As long as we make it delicate enough, Ms. Bella can think That is the real treasury, and it will be able to deceive the key key to the deep hypnosis she set up."

"But it's delicate enough..." Harry looked at the stack of books that Sylvia was pointing to just now from the corner of his eyes with embarrassment on his face. At first glance, there are still at least one copy, and each copy is several times thicker than his favorite "Quidditch Shuyuan".

Camille couldn't help but let out a "chuck!", and said bluntly: "No one asked you to read the book, Searle is a subject for Granger, you just cooperate obediently when the time comes, Granger called Wherever you stand, you stand there."

There was a burst of shame and anger in Harry's heart, but Harry soon collapsed again. When it came to studying, let alone the seniors, he was still far behind Hermione.

"Ah!" Hermione yelled suddenly, interrupting Harry's self-pity, "But at least Harry will survive Tuesday!"

oh!That's right, he and Hermione rushed here just now to ask the seniors about fire dragons!Harry cheered up hopefully, ready to listen carefully to the solutions the seniors had.

"The simple spell that Mr. Black said... Ah, I see, but it doesn't seem to be easy for Potter? The eye sickness spell." Sylvia's last question was to Kaka who was sitting next to her. Mill asked.

"Hehe, I just practiced the Disarming Curse and the Iron Armor Curse recently. The Eye Disease Curse, which requires a lot of aiming, is absolutely impossible in a short period of time." Camille rolled his eyes mockingly, "These days we I haven't exercised, so I guess I have forgotten the spells of last week's scattered flying spells!"

I heard that the Sorting Hat was hesitant in Gryffindor and Slytherin when Senior Camille was in the first year of sorting. Harry finally felt that the dirty and old sorting hat was a very sensible hat. ——Sister Camille has always spared no effort to ridicule him. Although she often talks to Hermione and even her girlfriend, Sylvia, it is clear at a glance that he is the one who suffers the most attacks.

"Huh? Wait, you said the Flying Curse?" Sylvia stopped sipping, as if she had thought of something.

"Yeah, I think in our next training, if we replace the target item with a table knife, maybe we can improve immediately. After all, even if something like a cushion fails, it won't hurt if it hits you. Right, Potter!"

"Don't scare people, Cam." Sylvia patted Camille's thigh and turned to Harry, whose face turned pale from the fright of Camille's proposal, "Practice the Flying Curse within a few days Now, Potter, the target is your broom, I remember your broom with some kind of crossbow and arrow is still working?"

"Of course! The Firebolt. The arrow is awesome!...Huh?! You mean let me fly?!"

[Notice] Not updated this week

【notification】

Some things have happened in the past few days. The author is currently in a low mood. Even though I tried to write sweet episodes yesterday to restore my mood, but after I finished writing, looking back, the original sweet episodes became not pleasant at all, so The author is going to take a break.

The author likes words that can make people happy, but he thinks that he is not able to write things that make people feel happy even when he is in a low mood, and because this article has no manuscripts at all, and all of them are coded and posted, so I have to pause for a few days, and when the mood recovers, I will continue to update-probably resume on Saturday or next Tuesday.

As for the reason that affects the mood, the author can only say that I hope everyone can treat others with respect.

Writing is a happy but very tiring thing (at least in terms of the author's current limited level), and it is better not to read it than to read it, especially writing fan-humanities, which is entirely out of enthusiasm.The author's health is not good, and he is going to have surgery early next year, but the author knows that there are many more miserable people in the world than the author, so the author has been talking about this matter in a joking tone, and the content of the author's writing They are all straightforward and interesting (I think so), but this does not mean that the author is a cheerful and emotionless person.

On the contrary, the author believes that those who can calm down and record the pictures in their heads in words should be a group of people with delicate and sensitive thoughts. Happy writing does not mean that those who write down the words are really worry-free Carefree, sad words do not mean that the life of the person who wrote them is bleak.

No matter whether you think the writing is good or not, this small group of people are trying to use their own way, hoping that more people can feel the infinite world from their limited abilities.

May everyone be treated with kindness.

See you in the next update.