hp Ouroboros

The first project came to an end without incident, and Hogwarts entered December with high winds and sleet.

Although Camille is not very afraid of the cold, whenever she walks out of the castle and clears the paddock for Maxim *blocked keyword* horses by the Forbidden Forest, she always looks towards the lake Durmster Lang's big ship: The big ship, which looks tattered like the ghost ship in the story, is rolling and rolling in the cold wind. Occasionally, you can hear the creaking of the planks of the hull, and when the black canvas is flying, it will bring There was the sound of fabric being pulled.

Sylvia should be thankful, at least her mother, whom she has never met, gave her birth in England, otherwise she would probably go to Durmstrang because of her Nordic appearance, um... .and come to Hogwarts on this wreck...

Tsk tsk, Camille couldn't help holding back a smile and shaking his head when he thought about how Sylvia, who was afraid of the cold, was covered from head to toe by Durmstrang's thick fur coat with rough hair.

After walking for a few minutes against the wind mixed with fine snow, Camille came to Hagrid's hut, and when he was about to knock on the door, he heard Hagrid's voice in a gust of wind: "I'm not sure if they are hibernating, we might as well Give it a try and see if they want to sleep...we put them in these boxes..."

Looks like Hagrid is having a class...huh? !they?Hibernate?Oh... Camille stopped going there, hesitating whether it would be better to go there later, she had already thought of what Hagrid was talking about.

During the ten or so seconds she was hesitating, there was a burst of explosions from the pumpkin field blocked by Hagrid's hut, followed by the shouts of the students and Hagrid's shout: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! "

It’s all like this, I’d better go to help, Camille strode over resignedly, and just walked out of the corner when he saw the tragic situation in front of him—killed each other until there were only ten of them left, each of which was nearly six feet long Blast-tailed snails were rampaging through the pumpkin, flailing their powerful legs (or were they thorns? Camille really didn't know which part of the creature was the thing with barbs and suckers growing out of the gray carapace) , the field was littered with smoking crate fragments, and the tails of these disgusting creatures exploded, spewing sparks at the terrified students.

Most of the savvy students, like Malfoy and Pansy and all the Slytherins and some Gryffindors, escaped into Hagrid's hut through the back door on the edge of the field, while Harry and Hermione stayed behind with some other students. Help Hagrid outside.

Ron also stayed in the field to help, but Camille noticed that he and Harry had nothing to do with each other, and he didn't even look over.

"Yeah, ok, ok...it does look like fun," came a disgustingly contrived voice, and Camille frowned and punched the snail that cornered Hermione. On the hard shell, hit it directly and lie on the ground motionless.

The reporter Rita Skeeter, who abruptly wrote Harry's interview as a third-rate novel, leaned on the fence of Hagrid's pumpkin field, watching the farce in front of her with great interest.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter, slipping a noose over the snail's spine and fastening it.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet," replied Rita, looking at Hagrid with a wide smile, her gold teeth gleaming.

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school again." Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over to get off a snail that was slightly deformed by him, and dragging it towards its companion let's go.

Rita pretended not to hear what Hagrid said and continued to talk to him, and finally even made an appointment with Hagrid to interview him.

Camille didn't want to be remembered by the gossip reporter, without saying a word, silently knocked out the remaining snails one by one, tied them up and dragged them together.After it was done, without even saying anything to Hagrid, she left the pumpkin field quietly, and took the barrels of single malt whiskey that were placed next to Hagrid's hut to give to those tall and beautiful Highland draft horses - she was the leader of the Triwizard. It's better to wait as long as possible to let this horrible gossip reporter know about the partner of Miss Slytherin, one of the warriors... Just imagine her and Sylvia's names will appear in such a bloody plot Being the main character in it made her scalp tingle - sorry Hagrid, good luck to myself!

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"I'm curious about how Skeeter got into the school. Hagrid said that Principal Dumbledore forbade her to enter the school, but she doesn't look like someone who has the ability to enter through the entire Forbidden Forest from the outside." Camille Said that he threw himself into the soft armchair she placed in the corner, pulled out the glass bottle in his hand, took a big gulp of the amber liquid inside, and let out a comfortable breath.

"The set of magic patterns repaired by Professor Samilson and I will only warn people outside the school when they have bad intentions towards the teachers and students of our school. This 'bad intention' refers to the kind that wants to kill someone, Sara There was no gossip tabloid in the era of Teacher Zha.” Sylvia finished writing the last few words, put the quill away, raised her head just in time to see Camille taking another sip of her drink, she raised her eyebrows, “Better Instead of caring about that gossip reporter, I'm more curious about what the bottle in your hand is, can you explain to me why I smell a strong smell of alcohol?"

Camille choked, looked aside while coughing, "cough...this...cough...it's from Hagnat...you know, it's the keyword blocked by Maxim* *The horses are ready for..."

"Single malt whiskey? Why did Hagrid let you drink this kind of thing!" Sylvia looked a little unhappy.

"Hey, I'm going to be an adult this month, it's okay to drink a little!"

"A little..." Sylvia stared at Camille's hand that was about to take another sip as she spoke, "A little, huh?"

Camille, who wanted to get away with it, put down his hand in embarrassment, and put the cap back on, "Um, that's right! Didn't you get a golden egg? How about it?"

"Oh! After you said that, I was so busy that I forgot about it." Knowing that Camille wanted to change the topic, Sylvia didn't go into the matter of her liking for drinking. After all, it was between her and Wei. The Sly twins' "little study" found that the werewolf physique seems to have a strong resistance to alcohol, which made their "little study" once frustrated!

Sylvia took out the golden egg from under the table——that poor golden egg was thrown under the table by Sylvia who quickly re-entered the research as soon as she returned to this classroom, It was soon buried under a pile of parchment.

"Do you want to open it?" Sylvia handed the golden egg to Camille who seemed more interested than she, the real warrior.

There was an obvious gap on the golden egg. Camille's fingernails dug into a circle of grooves on the golden egg, and quickly pried the egg open...In an instant, the whole room was filled with a terrifying, shrill scream. It was so full that even the glass windows behind Sylvia vibrated, and the high-ceilinged design of this empty classroom even further amplified the terrifying scream.

"Bang!!!" After a loud noise, the empty classroom fell silent.

"Um, Syl, I'm sorry..." Just as Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief and put down her hands covering her ears, she heard Camille's awkward apology, looked up at Camille in doubt, Sylvia nodded The son still didn't understand what she was apologizing for.

"Well... that's the golden egg..." Camille pointed to the wall next to him with an extremely unnatural and stiff smile on his face—the golden egg that was still in Camille's hand two seconds ago, now It's actually embedded in the wall!Wall of bricks!

"Why... No, you did this?!" Sylvia turned her eyes back to Camille's face in a daze.

Scratching his head, Camille could only honestly admit it in embarrassment, then quickly stood up and ran over, digging and digging on the wall for a while, but in the end, there were only a bunch of golden eggs left for Sylvia wreckage.There was nothing in the egg, and there was no more screaming from the remaining pile of wreckage.

"How about I steal a dragon egg and return it to you?"

"No, thank you for your 'kindness', I don't think you've forgotten it, cutie? It's just that we already have a dragon outside our house—the Norwegian that Hagrid illegally acquired in your third grade." Ridgeback."

"Oh! Yes! But it's a bit too gentle, it's not interesting, what do you think about having another Swedish Brachysaurus or Hungarian Horntail that you're facing!"

"Although I personally have no opinion, I think Alger may have a different opinion? After all, I remember that before we adopted that dragon, Alger always served you top-quality beef short ribs. However, it seems that you rarely Have you eaten it? Raise another one...Maybe Alger will serve you a whole pot of vegetables as a protest."

Since Camille has no intention of angering the goblin housekeeper whose workload has been greatly increased because of adopting a dragon, and the fateful golden egg in Sylvia's hand has been completely taken by Camille. It was broken, so they didn't even have time to understand what was inside the egg, so Camille had to find another way—fortunately, Hogwarts still has a warrior!

Now was the time for Potter to return the favor she had given him to train him!With this beautiful thought in mind, Camille spoke the password to the fat *masked keyword* portrait of Gryffindor Tower, and the portrait door opened...horrible screams passed through Gryffindor Rest Chamber passage poured into Camille's ears.

"Shut it up!" A student's roar broke through the screams, and the screams disappeared in the next moment, and it was finally saved. Because the hearing is very sharp, the eyes darkened by the screams almost fainted Past Camille.

When Camille bent down dizzily and walked into the Gryffindor lounge through the passage, Harry, who was standing in the middle holding the golden egg with a shocked face, was surrounded by a group of people.

"What's that?" Harry's classmate Finnigan asked, staring at the golden egg, "It's like the sound of a female ghost...Harry, does this mean that you may have to pass a female ghost next time?"

Probably not, Camille rubbed her ears, disagreeing with this view, neither the crybaby Maddox who occupied a women's bathroom nor the famous Ravenclaw ghost Ms. Voice.

"It seems that someone is being tortured!" Neville huddled outside the crowd with a pale face, but still expressed his opinion, "What you have to deal with is the Cruciatus Curse!"

Cruciatus?This is not too difficult for Searle, but...

"Don't be silly, Neville, that's illegal." The boy, one of the Weasley twins, helped Camille express his thoughts.

Camille stood patiently in the corner of the lounge, listening to a group of people chattering about their ideas, most of which were unrealistic things. After making sure that no other guesses could be heard, Camille walked up.

"Potter, lend me the golden egg for a few days."

Harry and the others were taken aback by Camille's request, but he quickly nodded, handed out the golden egg, and asked by the way, "Okay, do you know what this is? ?”

When Harry asked this question, all eyes in the lounge turned to Camille, and everyone looked at her expectantly, as if she must know the correct answer.

"Uh...don't know yet." Camille said honestly, hugging the golden egg in her arms, and was about to leave, "It's just that Syl's one was smashed by me, and I haven't had time to study it yet. Potter, I'll borrow it first." In a few days, I will pay you back on the weekend!" As he spoke, Camille lowered his head and went into the passage.

The fat *shielded keyword* portrait re-closed the wall with a click sound, and the crowd standing in the lounge came back to their senses.

"What did Camille just say?" Fred looked at his twin brother George in disbelief.

"I'm not sure." George shook his head.

"Both brothers... are you sure it's okay for you to help Miss Slytherin research that kind of thing?!" The twins' best friend, Lee Jordan, approached the brothers, winking and asking in a low voice.

The Weasley brothers stared at Jordan with wide eyes, full of horror-they had just touched Harry's golden egg, and the reason why it was called a golden egg wasn't all because it was golden!That's an egg made of metal!Made of solid sheet metal!

"We need a shelter!"

"There is also an increase in share!"