hp Ouroboros

"Respected three principals in the referee's seat, can you please cast a barrier spell for the auditorium? Oh, it may need a stronger one, thank you!" Sylvia's magically amplified voice came into the tent, calling Barely awakened from his daze, Harry looked up at the other two warriors in the tent.

Although Miss Fleur Delacour, who had been walking back and forth in the tent, stopped temporarily because of Sylvia's question, she soon snorted, raised her head and shook her bright silver hair, and walked to Standing in the farthest corner from the venue, I don’t know what I’m thinking—maybe Senior Sylvia’s calm performance stimulated this young lady from France (although he doesn’t know if Fleur is from some famous extended family), at least she seems less nervous now.

Krum was much calmer than them all, he just raised his head and frowned to look at the entrance of the tent.Harry stared blankly at Krum for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered that he was sharing a room with an international Quidditch superstar!

How could he have never thought of this!Krum is flying so well, I wonder if I can get an autograph?After all Ron... Harry paused at the thought, he hadn't spoken to Ron since that damned Goblet of Fire spit out his name - oh, if you count the day he was going to talk to If Sirius spoke through the two-way mirror, but was interrupted by Ron's sudden appearance, then well, he had probably spoken.

Harry's anger against Ron suddenly overwhelmed the dread of the first competition that had lingered since morning.

"No problem!" Mr. Bagman's excited shout was clearly heard in the tent, and Senior Sylvia's request was approved!Quickly putting aside his distrustful anger at Ron, Harry looked up towards the tent opening.

It was so quiet... Just as Harry was wondering, there was a loud noise outside, "Boom!!" Along with the loud noise, the ground shook violently.

"Ah!" Furong let out a short but sharp scream, stretched out her hands and waved her hands to keep her balance, and finally grabbed the chair next to her, so she didn't fall all at once.

Krum, who hardly spoke, always had a gloomy face, stood up straight, looking serious as if he could see through the thick canvas of the tent and see what was happening outside.

After that loud bang, the outside fell silent, the excited hum of the students, the low growl of the dragon's warning... There was nothing, it was like the illusion that time had stopped.

The sharp whistle suddenly broke the silence. It was Mr. Bagman's whistle, and he shouted, "Miss Delacour, please come on stage!" If you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that Bagman's voice is trembling slightly .

Um?So what's going on with Sister Sylvia?In the tent, not only Harry was stunned, but even Fleur, who was supposed to go out at this moment, was at a loss.But soon a noise erupted outside, the students screamed loudly, and the cheers were deafening—that is to say, Senior Sylvia was over before Mr. Bagman, who was in charge of explaining, could react!Harry jumped up excitedly and cheered a few times, until Fleur who passed by gave him a hard look back, and Harry quickly shut his mouth.

Fleur trembled, and even though she held her head up and tried to pretend to be calm, her fingers tightly gripping the wand turned white from the force.When she walked out, Harry looked at the fluttering tent, only then did he realize that he was going up to face a dragon soon... panicked again.

As soon as Furong went out, within a few seconds, the outside suddenly boiled up, and all kinds of excited voices could be heard endlessly.

"Oh, I'm not sure it's wise to do this!" Bagman shouted happily, it seemed that he had completely recovered from the shock brought by Sister Sylvia, "Oh! Just a little bit! Be careful!! Merlin, I thought she had already succeeded!"

Fleur's skills seem to be far behind Sylvia's, which finally gave the over-excited Bagman a chance to explain to his heart's content. For 10 minutes, Bagman yelled into the magic microphone without stopping down too.About 10 minutes in, Harry heard the audience burst into cheers again—Fleur must have made it too.

The whistle blew for the third time. "Mr. Krum!" cried Bagman, his voice a little hoarse.

Krum walked out without even looking at Harry, still looking listless, and Harry couldn't help wondering if he was like this before the Quidditch World Cup final a few months ago?In any case, he really envied Krum's calm performance.

Now alone in the tent, Harry felt more aware of his body than usual.

"Very bold!" Harry heard Bagman yell, and then the Chinese fireball let out a terrible scream...

The overwhelming applause and screams and cheers shattered the late autumn air. Krum had completed his mission, and it would be Harry's turn to play next.

Harry had never felt so strongly that his heart was beating wildly on the left side of his chest, but his consciousness spread out following the violent beating, and everything around him became less clear, as if from some distant place. Looking at the four walls of the tent, listening to the hustle and bustle of the crowd... Then a familiar sarcasm emerged from the bottom of my heart——

"I've been practicing dodging for so long, and there are still problems? Then I advise you to go out and burn the dragon to death faster!" Harry's ear was faintly echoing the angry voice of Senior Camille - he last night When I confirmed the process with Senior Sister Camille, I finally wore away Senior Sister Camille's lack of patience and completely ignited her anger...

The scenes of the Flying Curse training camp in the past few days came to mind, and Harry still remembered Hermione anxiously walking around in their empty classroom, which was cleared by the two seniors, Sylvia and Camille. He turned around, and was finally dragged by senior sister Sylvia to sit aside - leaving him alone to face the very impatient senior sister Camille with a black face.

"Warm up! You must be tense and stiff when the time comes. It's cold outside. If you don't warm up first, you will almost cramp as soon as you step on the stage... Ha! The first person in the history of the Tournament to be trampled to death by a dragon because of leg cramps Yes!" Although Senior Sister Camille was annoyed, she gave some advice after scolding and rolling her eyes a few times.

Remembering Senior Camille's suggestion, Harry stood up and moved his hands and feet slightly.

Senior Sister Camille spoke very sarcasticly and had a very bad temper, but in all fairness, Senior Sister Camille did think of a lot of useful suggestions for him. Although she was impatient, she also accompanied him to try them one by one.After failing again and again, Harry himself felt irritable, and Senior Camille still stood there watching him practice without giving up.

Besides, there are morning exercises once or twice a week, and their dodging training. In the last month, Senior Sister Camille was finally a little satisfied!Thinking of this, suddenly some confidence emerged from the corner

That's right!With so much hard work, someone as powerful as Senior Sister Camille feels that his ability to dodge has been greatly improved recently. When he goes out in a while, as long as he dodges carefully, he will definitely be able to wait for a good opportunity to summon his fire!

But the Flying Curse...Harry felt a nervous stomachache again, and gently picked the small hard scar on his hand. Senior Camille is very serious about practicing the spell, which can be seen everywhere on his hands. It’s because the Flying Curse’s control is not accurate enough, so you can see the small scars stabbed by the sharp quill—the senior sister insisted on practicing with harmless objects, and she didn’t have any motivation to urge him to improve. After arguing, she finally used Practice with a very sharp quill.

I don't know if it will go well for a while...

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Sylvia, who stunned the dragon and got the golden egg after a few seconds on stage, didn't need to be checked by Madam Pomfrey, and returned to the stands with Camille, who deliberately squeezed out of the stands to wait for her.

The little wizards around were excited to rush forward, but fortunately Bagman's whistle brought everyone's attention back to the field in time. Taking advantage of the crowd not paying attention, Sylvia and Camille hurried back to the seat and sat down for a long time. An area of ​​Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

"Senior!!" Hermione screamed and rushed towards the two seniors who had sat down, "It's so exciting!!"

"Really, it's amazing!" The Weasley twins also squeezed in behind Hermione.

"That Karkaroff is disgusting!" After congratulating one of the twins, he frowned and glared fiercely at Karkaroff on the referee's platform, apologizing for Sylvia.

"That's right! Only seven points! Guess how much he will give Krum? I bet it must be ten points!" The other twin complained loudly.

"Huh!" Camille exhaled from his nose, and he didn't look very satisfied, "You can't expect a traitor who betrayed his companions to get away with justice to be fair and just."

"Betray your companion? What's going on?" Hermione asked suspiciously, and the twin brothers also stopped complaining and looked at Camille.

"Mr. Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater, but after being captured by Mr. Moody, he immediately confessed to a bunch of other Death Eaters. After he was exonerated, he disappeared without a trace." Sylvia pulled her In a thin robe, he told Karkaroff's amazing inside information with an indifferent face.

"What?!" The few Gryffindors around who were not seriously watching Furong's match in the arena exclaimed, and their voices were quickly drowned out by the cheers and exclamations nearby, and they did not attract attention .

"Sister, how do you know?" Hermione asked, even though the excited little wizards around didn't care about other things in the stands at all, she still lowered her voice unpretentiously.

Sylvia tugged on her dark green thin robe again, not very satisfied with the effect of the heat-retaining charm—maybe as Cam said, the body is too cold, so where can there be heat to keep warm? ——I didn’t expect it to be so cold in the stands...

Turning her head to see the cloak made of thick animal skin on Camille, Sylvia rolled her eyes and pulled up the hem of Camille's cloak.

"Hey! What are you doing... oh... it's so crowded!" Camille was looking at the competition below, but suddenly her feet felt cold, and she turned her head to protest, and Sylvia had already burrowed into her came in his cloak.

"Ah! It's so warm!" Sylvia squeezed her shoulders, forcefully squeezed away Camille's hands wrapped around her chest, stuffed her back into Camille's arms, and stretched out her hands to untie them. With two buttons on the top, she stuck her head out, nestled contentedly in Camille's arms like a small stove, and Sylvia's eyes narrowed when she smiled.

"It's crowded! Go over, ouch, your neck...is stuck..." Camille twisted and adjusted their strange postures in disgust.

Turning a blind eye to Camille's dislike, it was only after she adjusted her posture and finally warmed up that Sylvia turned her head and looked aside, Hermione, the twin brothers, and Hermione who didn't know where to look when they talked about Kamil. Ron, who sneaked over to Karloff, continued, "What are you talking about... Oh, by the way, these things are recorded in the annual "Magic Law Council" published by the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic. It’s sold in bookstores, although most people probably never go to look through it.”

"However, Mr. Karkaroff's score for me is not too bad, because in fact, I also counted it as a coincidence." Sylvia leaned comfortably in Camille's arms, and now under the cloak invisible to others, she has already The whole person sat on Camille's lap, and was hugged by her arms, comfortable and warm.