hp Ouroboros

The follow-up after the golden egg was exploded was not smooth, and Harry's golden egg was also opened with a burst of screams.

"What the hell is the committee trying to do?" Camille's voice came from the empty classroom close to the door, and it was still yelling.

"I don't know either! Rest first! Come here!" Sylvia replied in the same roar. This was the first time she spoke so loudly, but there was no way. In order to protect her delicate and sensitive hearing, Camille not only He flashed to the door of the classroom and plugged his ears, and there were so many tall bookshelves in the middle.

Camille came over from behind the bookshelf, took off the earplugs and rubbed his ears complainingly: "If I open this thing a few more times, I might become the world's first hearing-impaired werewolf .”

"It's great, because I feel like I'm about to be deaf, and we might have to use sign language in the future." Sylvia put the earmuffs aside and shrugged, "I always feel that there seems to be two golden eggs The same tone, first a relatively flat 'ah', then immediately rises, and then plummets back to the original feeling, if you haven't smashed my golden egg, maybe you can compare it."

"Who made this thing so scary...at least put a label on it as a warning." Camille said shirking responsibility.

With a soft 'poof' sound, Sylvia's goblin butler, Alger, still wearing his three-piece butler suit even in the colder temperature, bent slightly towards Sylvia and Camille, and handed them to Sylvia and Camille respectively. Each of them has a piece of paper that looks like a menu, "Send dinner for the two of you. Today, according to the owner's intention, we will try out the main menu of the manor's dinner, so there will be a whole set of meals. Here are some options that Alger thought of."

"Dinner menu? What do you want?" Camille took the menu, looked at it twice and whistled, "This is really luxurious."

"I'm just thinking that there may be some big families visiting in the future. Let's fix the dishes for the dinner first, and make three or five sets. Alger won't be too busy when he needs to use it." Sylvia flipped through the menu. The menu quickly decided on what she wanted, and she turned to Alger and said, "Appetizer, salmon lemon mousse; aperitif, peach bubbles, non-alcoholic; salad, fruit salad; seafood consommé; main meal. ..Hmm...Is there no seafood? It seems to be all meat?"

Alger thought for a while and replied: "There are North Sea cod steaks in the kitchen, do I need to add them?"

"Add it, I want cod. Dessert, meringue lime sorbet, the name may need to be modified, I will talk about it later. Drink, rose water. Cam, what do you want?" Sylvia put the menu Hand it back to Alger.

Camille's head was almost buried in the menu, "Why is it so complicated...Let me see, peach liqueur, ah, it must have alcohol! Fresh shrimp and seasonal vegetables are ready...you can't have fresh shrimp Plus the choice of fresh shrimp? Chicken Caesar salad, French mushroom soup, truffle red wine filet mignon, thick chocolate rava and drinks... Well, why is it not coffee or black tea, is there mint tea?"

Alger nodded, "No problem, Miss Camille. Alger has made a note, and the meal will be served later." With a slight air blast, the goblin butler disappeared.

Next, Sylvia and Camille happily ate the feast brought by the goblin butlers who were still skilled even after being dormant for nearly 1000 years. The topic still revolved around the golden egg that had nothing but screams.

"If it's the same tone, it means the same thing?" Camille casually drank the last sip of the thick soup, talking on his mouth, but his eyes kept drifting to the position where Alger would appear.

"I think it might be a language..." Sylvia swallowed the last mouthful of soup, and took the golden egg from the side, "Cover your ears, I'll open it again, hey... After all, this Zhou is going to return the golden egg, and he has to figure it out before that, otherwise it will be a big embarrassment."

Camille put down the spoon, plugged the earplugs resignedly, covered her ears with her hands, and nodded to Sylvia.

After confirming that Camille was fine, Sylvia also put on the fluffy winter earmuffs, and lightly picked the gap on the golden egg. At the same time, Alger suddenly appeared in the room, holding two main meal.

"Master, this is your cod..."

“啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！”金蛋里爆发出惨叫声。

Alger's voice was cut off in an instant, and he rolled his eyes and was about to fall to the ground, and the two main meals in his hands also fell down with Alger's fallen figure.

"Alger! Ah!! My Filet!!!" Camille screamed and jumped out of the chair, catching the plate of the main meal with both hands quickly, and even had time to use her feet to cushion Alger After a while, I thought I was going to fall to the ground, but I closed my eyes for a while, but there was no feeling of landing.

Opening his eyes, Camille found himself floating in the air in a strange posture, less than a few inches off the ground, and Sylvia, who was sitting comfortably on the chair, looked at her with a helpless smile on her face.

After finally putting Alger, who had passed out, on the sofa aside, and putting away the main meal, Camille fell back on the chair and let out a sigh of relief, "Merlin's leopard-print reading glasses...fortunately, my Fei The force didn't fall to the ground..."

"Alger, this is..." Sylvia walked to the sofa curiously, and patted him lightly, and the poor old Mr. Fairy woke up slowly.

"Alger, are you okay?" Sylvia asked softly.

"Ah! It's okay! Alger is okay! He passed out... I'm so rude... That's right! Dinner!!" Alger jumped up from the sofa, and the face of Mr. Butler, who was always calm, showed a rare look of horror. expression.

"Dinner is fine, Cam reacted quickly and was rescued." Sylvia comforted.

Alger was obviously relieved, and the expression on his face returned to his usual calm look, as if he wasn't the one who panicked just now.

"Why did you faint all of a sudden?" Camille took a bite of the filet mignon. Although it was a bit cold, it was still delicious.

"Ah, this," Alger straightened his clothes, and introduced the characteristics of an alchemy goblin like him, "Alger is a semi-alchemy creature researched by the old master, Ms. Ravenclaw and their research team. In the past, there were many other half-elves like Alger in the manor. The old master later opened up their contracts. They all signed contracts with the wizards who usually mainly serve and left the manor. The half-elves in the manor are all High-pitched communication, our throats can make sounds that wizards can't hear, and our ears are very sensitive."

"So..." Alger looked at the golden egg that Sylvia put on the dining table with a puzzled expression, "Half-goblins don't like mermaids, it's fine in the water, but when they talk ashore, they become like this, So the old master asked Ms. Hufflepuff to coordinate with the mermaids, and then they moved to the Black Lake, and there were no more mermaids in Yanhu Lake in the manor, everyone breathed a sigh of relief..."

"So it's like this...huh?" Sylvia quickly grasped a point, "You said this is mermaid language?"

"Yes, even if they don't think there is anything wrong with them, Alger will never forget the terrifying voices of the mermaids talking on the shore!" Alger took the empty soup bowl on the dining table in his hand, and wiped the table carefully. Avoid the place where the golden egg is on the table.

After working for a long time, it turned out that it was just recording the voice of the mermaid, so the next job was much easier. After dinner, Camille brought a large basin of water, and they put the golden egg in the water and opened it. The melodious voice came from Faintly came from the water:

Seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing on the ground.

As you search, think carefully about:

We stole your most beloved baby.

You only have an hour,

To find and recapture what we took,

After an hour there is no hope,

It is completely gone, never to appear.

"Thanks to Merlin, these mermaids actually know that they can't sing on the ground..." Camille almost put his ears on the water, and after listening carefully and repeating it to Sylvia, he rolled his eyes sarcastically said a word.

"Steal the beloved treasure? I'm more curious about how the mermaid climbed ashore with difficulty and snatched away the belongings of a wizard." Sylvia pulled out her wand, and pointed at the candlelight on the dining table, carefully massaging the tiny things on it. Crack, "My most beloved thing is probably my wand, except for the ancient magic materials in the manor that are more than the school library. It can't be repaired... I always feel that I may need to find Ollivander Sir buy another wand and prepare."

"Mermaids are coming to grab your wand? Tsk tsk, if one day you see a Mr. or Ms. Mermaid dragging their tails up to the fifth floor, you can just lend them their wand. That picture is really pitiful. It was February when the game was played, and it was cold just thinking about it."

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Christmas is getting closer and closer. Ever since she received the unusual letter in the summer vacation that marked that each student needs to bring a dinner dress, Camille has actually secretly become anxious. Her birthday is on Christmas Eve, which means that the Christmas dinner She was already a 17-year-old adult wizard that day, which made this year's Christmas dinner even more meaningful, but...

"Hey..." Camille looked at the letter from Gringotts and sighed.That was the reply Camille sent to Gringotts a few days ago asking about the deposit amount in her account - 327 Galleons.

Although she has worked hard to make money and save money, especially since she dated Sylvia, she spent most of her board and lodging with Sylvia, which is considered to be no money, but there is still only so much.

Taking a deep breath, Camille threw the reply letter in his hand into the fireplace, straightened his clothes, pushed open the bedroom door and strode out of the Gryffindor lounge, towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"Part-time teaching assistant?" Professor McGonagall turned to look at Camille standing in front of her desk in surprise.It seems that she hasn't gotten along with this girl for a while, and she had a good chat. The girl who was always stern and alert to everything around her has grown taller than her before she knew it, and her golden eyes often shone with youthfulness. The look of the person.

"Of course your Transfiguration is good enough to be my assistant, but do I know the reason? Because with your character, I don't think you would be willing to do this." Mag put down the grading paper. Quill, asked Camille to sit on the small sofa beside her, gave her a cup of hot tea, and asked as gently as possible.

Camille looked a bit embarrassed, which made Mag a little puzzled, but also relieved. The girl who didn't trust anyone back then was finally willing to seek her help. She didn't help Camille's growth. If If she said it for a reasonable reason, she would absolutely be willing to give this resolute girl any help.

"Money..." Camille choked out a word in a low voice.

"What?" McGonagall froze for a moment.

"Money...I need money."

"Oh, Camille, I told you I'd give you pocket money, no problem..."

"It's not pocket money!" Camille's face gradually turned red, "I am very grateful that you have been helping me pay for my tuition and textbooks. I can earn such dispensable things as pocket money! It's just that I need.. .more money..."

Mag frowned incomprehensibly, "More money? Can I ask what you plan to do with a large sum of money?"

"I, I want to buy a diamond ring, just... well, I heard that many wizards get engaged as adults or graduates, so...but I don't have that much money..." Camille said embarrassingly.