hp Ouroboros

"A coincidence? Where?" Hermione couldn't care less about being shy about the two seniors who were unconsciously showing affection in front of her at this moment. She stared at Sylvia with wide eyes in surprise, that is, the picture she learned from Camille. The face under the sister's chin, which was exposed between the fur cloak, took the time to glance at Furong in the field from the corner of her eye during the period-she used her half-veela blood to cast a powerful hypnotic spell, which was quite successful. The dragon lay down on the ground and snored.

"The ancient magic on the dragon skin is very resistant to modern spells. I can't solve it with a stun spell cast by me alone, but I don't want to use a wand..." Sylvia said and revealed With a distressed expression, "I just took advantage of the principals... Oh! Miss Delacour will deduct points!" Although the dragon fell asleep, Furong was accidentally burned by the flames from its nose. It reached the hem of the robe, but fortunately, she got the golden egg quickly.

After a burst of cheers, the much-anticipated Krum came out. When everyone calmed down a bit and Krum began to cast the Eye Sickness Curse to deal with the Chinese fireball, Sylvia continued: "Use the principal The damage caused by our protection spell and my stun spell together, it's easy and enjoyable."

"But...the wand was used in the end," added Hermione.

Sylvia showed a toothache expression, "I said I wanted three principals, but the protective spells are not very reliable, and I'm really not very good at protective spells, oops... my poor wand ..."

He absent-mindedly watched Krum's thrilling performance on the field-the eye sickness spell was good, but the fire dragon stepped on some real dragon eggs while struggling painfully.

"Oh...that's a real dragon egg! It's a pity..." Sylvia heard Camille sigh with regret. It was obvious that Krum would be deducted points.

There was another sharp whistle, and it was Potter's turn. Camille hugged Sylvia who was sitting on top of her, and finally sat up straight.

A few seconds later, the boy, with his black hair like a bird's nest that seemed to be unkempt forever, stepped out and walked onto the field. Compared with the huge Hungarian Horntail covered in scales, Potter looked even thinner and weaker.

There was an uproar in the auditorium, but the boy didn't pay any attention to it. He raised his wand, "Firebolt. Arrows are coming!" he shouted.

Nothing happened, but the boy didn't get discouraged, or as he expected, he didn't stand there and wait for the broom that didn't know if it would come from the castle, but ran quickly towards the side of the dragon.

Quickly dodged the long spiked tail thrown by the Hungarian Horntail, flexibly moved and even jumped and rolled among the strange rocks arranged in the field, dodged attacks again and again, even the broken pieces that were blown apart by blows None of the stones could hit him.

Amidst the sound of exclamation, Camille suddenly turned his head slightly, and a pair of wolf ears appeared on the top of his head.

"Here comes Potter's broom," said Camille.

As Camille's words fell, a streamlined broom flew around the edge of the forbidden forest and flew towards the running Potter. Amidst the loud shouts of the audience, it flew into the field and was passing by. When there was a huge boulder, the boy suddenly ran up from the other side of the boulder, jumped hard, and grabbed his broom accurately.

Turning over lightly, the boy sat firmly on the broom, leaned forward, and accelerated violently, leaving behind the large flames sprayed by the angry dragon, he flew into the air.

Ever since Camille saw Potter got his broom that was more shiny than all his textbooks and leather shoes, she completely lost interest in the competition in the field, and she lowered her head and raised her cloak in boredom. It caused Sylvia, who was stimulated by the cold air, to stare for a while, and then grabbed Sylvia's long curly hair hidden in the cloak under the cloak and played with it, but it ended up getting knotted.

"What are you doing! Why don't you watch the game? You're all sitting here... Whoops! It's all tied up!" Then Sylvia found out... Sylvia took a picture She had several tummy tucks.

"I'm not interested, it's just another Quidditch match. I just want to know if Potter has used what I taught before he got the broom. If he doesn't use it, he'll die at night! "Camille said so, but from her lazy tone, Camille is quite satisfied with Potter's performance this time - their plan is to directly enter the fire dragon's attack range, instead of standing still Waiting for the broom, although this plan is very dangerous, at least if the Flying Curse that Potter had just patched up in the last few days really didn't support the broom to fly from the castle, Potter would not just stand there and abstain directly to embarrass the school.

Seeing the Hungarian Horntail in the arena annoyed by the boy flying around but never being able to hit it, it finally stood up, spread its dark, rough wings and wanted to fly up to teach the 'fly', And Potter flexibly almost made a turn on the spot, and then dived directly...

Feeling really good?Sylvia doesn't think she doesn't understand Quidditch, but she can still see some shadows of Cam from some of Potter's small movements. She has been with Cam since they met—yes, even now they still meet every week Return to the multi-terrain combat arena of the manor once or twice to fight a few rounds - I am very familiar with Camille's little moves, and some of Potter's moves are a bit close to her.

"Look!" Bagman suddenly shouted loudly, "Look quickly! The youngest warrior in our grade got the golden egg as quickly as possible! Perfect performance!! Very exciting!!"

Amid the excited cheers of the audience, Sylvia also smiled and applauded Porter. Although the frequency and intensity of the training was terribly disgusted by Camille, it seemed that the training was good, and Porter's life was saved for the time being. Yes, and Hogwarts' face has been saved. Congratulations, congratulations.

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"So what are we doing here now?" Camille yawned and sat on the edge of the bed, looking helplessly at Hermione sitting sadly in the corner of the room, the armchair she used to read a book or doze off during the day.

"I'm sorry...to bother you..." Hermione wiped away her tears, and rubbed her red eyes while talking. She was too excited just now, and there was really no one to talk to. He ran straight out of Gryffindor Tower, ran to the empty classroom on the fifth floor and knocked on the door.

"Okay, it's okay, don't talk about this, come, drink some warm water, I added a little honey." Sylvia, wearing a dark green silk bathrobe and pajamas, came out from the shadow of the empty classroom, with still floating around her. With a lighted candle lamp, after handing Hermione a glass of honey water, Sylvia sat back on the bed, leaning against the sleepy Camille.

Putting a thin bathrobe on Camille, who only wore a black vest to sleep all year round, Sylvia looked at Hermione who was a little restless again, "You cried when you came in just now, are you better now?" ? Can you tell me what happened?"

Hermione's eyes dimmed, she sniffed, and said with a choked voice, "Ron and Harry had a big fight before."

"Huh? What...I mean...well, didn't they fight?" Camille was still sleepy, and seemed to not understand what Hermione was saying.

Sylvia stretched out a finger and poked Camille's arm a little harder, "Oh! What are you doing!" Camille frowned and rubbed the poked arm, okay, she is fully awake now up.

"Huh?" Camille felt something was wrong, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly called out: "You said, they're fighting again?!"

Hermione nodded sadly, some tears welled up in the corners of her eyes again.

It's unbelievable!Camille felt that there was probably a breath choked in her throat, and she might choke to death if she didn't curse, so she jumped up and stood on the bed with her eyebrows raised, "What else can they argue about?! No already Is there a cold war?!"

"I originally thought that seeing the danger of the first project, Ron would understand that Harry definitely didn't intend to participate in this competition..." Hermione took the tissue handed over by Sylvia and wiped her tears. Only then did he continue, "At first, it seemed that Ron had something to say. I wonder if the seniors have noticed? When we were in the stands today, Ron came over to listen to us."

"Yes! I noticed it! But I don't want to talk to him at all!" Camille said angrily. She was pulled back to the bed by Sylvia to fix it again, but she still looked angry—the wolf ears And tails popped out.

"I thought Ron would make up with Harry right away...Ron is not a bad guy, just, he just kind of envies Harry...I know it sounds stupid, but...Ron has always been The pressure of my brothers' grades, well, it's really not good to be envious of Harry, but I think Ron is still a good person at heart..." Hermione said to herself, and her mind could be heard Still a bit confusing.

"So what is the reason for their 'again' quarrel?" Camille asked sharply. She just wanted to know that she was sleeping with Sylvia, whose body temperature was slightly lower than ordinary people's, in the middle of the night. The cold-blooded creature' kept warm, but was actually dug up. What was it for? !

"Harry got the golden egg successfully, and the score was very good. When we returned to the lounge, everyone started to celebrate. Harry wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Ron, but...Ron said in a very bad tone. Harry 'congratulations, you're finally a real big star!' and then they started arguing...everyone was celebrating in the break room and they were all freaked out by them...boooooo...why, why.. .Why did it happen like this..."

Sylvia and Camille looked at each other for a few seconds, and they could only see one emotion in each other's eyes - inexplicable!

Does it have to see friends...wrong, see 'best friends' wounded or even killed by dragons, for that Weasley to feel finally satisfied? !What is the logic? !

After finally waiting for Hermione to cry for a while, she calmed down and apologized to them, left the empty classroom, and managed to tiptoe back to Gryffindor Tower, Camille rolled her eyes and fell on the bed, "Ah !! I thought Weasley and Potter's friendship was over long ago, and there is still a follow-up?!"

"I had the same idea as Granger. Weasley looked really shaken in the stands today, especially seeing that Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum, whom he admired, both passed. Bo It seems that Porter passed quite smoothly-from the perspective of outsiders, after all, he was not injured at all, and the speed of getting the golden egg is only second to me. However, we all understand that Porter's performance today is the result of a lot of hard work. It's a good result, but I really didn't expect that Weasley, who calls himself 'best friend', would not think of this." Sylvia leaned over and squeezed into Camille's arms, and said with a sigh.

"Hmph! Anyway, Potter can finally see this Weasley clearly now!" Camille let out a breath from his nose, hugged Sylvia tightly, and exposed her loose silk bathrobe There was a burst of grinding teeth on her neck, but fortunately she always knew how to measure it, and she just gnawed lightly.

On the second day after the wonderful conclusion of the first competition, everyone in the castle knew that Ron Weasley and Harry Potter in the "Gryffindor Triangle" did not get together yesterday to celebrate There was a real big fight.