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"Miss Delacour, the warrior of Beauxbatons, invited Miss Camille to the ball!!"

"real or fake?!"

"Wait, Miss Camille... you mean the Black Lion of Gryffindor?!"

"Dance!! Merlin's leopard-print tights! Beauxbatons actually invited the black lion!!"

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Such explosive news was spread everywhere even before Camille, one of the parties involved, went back to the dormitory to put away her things and then went to the auditorium for dinner.

Sylvia walked out of Principal Dumbledore's office, pinched the bridge of her nose, was a bit tired after talking all afternoon, took a deep breath, but was interrupted by a voice from the other end of the corridor halfway through her exhalation.

"Sister! Sister! Sister Sylvia!" Hermione sprinted towards Sylvia in the corridor, her fluffy brown hair flew into the air, even the golden and red dress of Gryffindor College The scarf fluttered up, and Harry ran after him in a hurry.

"Sister...that..."

"What's the matter? Take it slow."

"Miss Warrior of Beauxbatons, invite Senior Camille to the Yule Ball!" Harry took the first step and helped Hermione, who was out of breath, tell the news.

"Yes! That's it, senpai...huh? senpai?" Hermione looked up at Sylvia after she recovered, and found that she was still looking at them, with no change in her expression.

Sylvia blinked suspiciously, raised her foot and continued walking towards the auditorium, "Huh? Is it gone? I thought you were going to say something."

"Has senior sister already heard the news?" Hermione followed up and asked.

Shaking her head, Sylvia said, "I don't know. I've been talking to Principal Dumbledore all afternoon. Is it the afternoon?"

"Yes...Senior sister, uh, aren't you worried?"

"What are you worried about? It's impossible for Camille to agree, right?"

"Oh! Of course not. I heard that Senior Camille simply refused." Hermione quickly shook her head to clarify for Camille.

Sylvia shrugged and said indifferently: "That's nothing to say, the mouth grows on other people's faces, I can't seal Miss Delacour's mouth."

"Where is Syl?" On the long table in Gryffindor, Camille saw Hermione and Harry sitting over, swallowing the grilled sausage in their mouths, and asked.

Hermione and Harry were stunned, and looked at each other, until Senior Sylvia was still walking behind them at the gate of the auditorium... Hermione suddenly turned her head to look at the long Slytherin table—— Sister Sylvia sat safely at the head of the long table, a seat she hadn't sat in for a while!

"Sister, that...Sister Sylvia is over there..." Hermione said bravely.Harry had already fallen silent at this time and hurried to eat dinner. Even a dull person like him felt something bad from Sister Sylvia's unusual actions, but Camille didn't seem to feel it. How about it, looked up at the long Slytherin table, nodded, and continued to eat his dinner without saying anything.

Harry and Hermione ate something in a daze and hurried out of the hall. After walking out of the hall, Hermione nervously pulled Harry aside, stared at him and asked, "Are you sure that Sister Camille didn't promise Della?" Miss Kool! Are you sure?!"

Originally he wanted to nod his head confidently, but seeing the 'fierce light' in Hermione's brown eyes, Harry even took a step back and stuck to the stone wall, recalling how he started from...

"Uh...I heard about it from Fred who passed by, and he said he didn't agree..." Oh, Fred...Harry is a little flustered now, but the twin brothers won't be here Just kidding about this kind of thing! !Not to mention that Hermione shares a dormitory with Senior Camille, he will have morning exercises with Senior Camille the day after tomorrow! !

"Oh, Merlin! No, I'm going to go back and ask..." Hermione muttered impatiently before turning around.

"Cam!" Before Hermione turned back to ask Camille for clarification, Sylvia's voice came from the hall door.Harry and Hermione turned their heads to look - Camille just came out of the hall, and Sylvia also came out and stopped her, and the sharp-eyed Harry saw something else!

Harry shrank his neck, pulled and Hermione, and flashed to the stone pillar torch at the entrance of the auditorium. The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder and quickly pasted it on the wall of the hall like wallpaper, trying to reduce their sense of existence as much as possible, not daring to show their atmosphere One sound.

Hermione watched Harry turn his head sideways and wink at her, showing a puzzled expression. Harry thought for a while, opened his mouth and began to lip-speak silently.

After...behind, followed by...hibiscus...huh? !Followed by Hibiscus? !Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she finally understood what Harry was saying.

Seeing that Hermione finally understood, Harry didn't feel relaxed at all, not to mention that he didn't know why Fleur, who also walked out of the auditorium after Senior Sylvia, was just Sylvia who had just caught a glimpse. Smile... There is no smile in her eyes at all!Harry began to feel annoyed at this time, probably because he had been training with Senior Sister Camille for a while, and now he was becoming more and more sensitive to potential dangers, but this new ability is not a good thing now—the hairs in his sweater Stand up!

"Huh?" Camille who was stopped stopped and looked back, watching Sylvia walking towards her, and then she immediately realized something was wrong, frowned, and asked inexplicably, "Why are you angry? What's wrong? "

"No~ You must have read it wrong~" The smile on Sylvia's face didn't even change the angle.

"No...but your face..."

"Not angry!" Sylvia interrupted Camille, seemingly unwilling to explain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another silver figure walking towards the door, so she said, "I heard you received An invitation from Mademoiselle Delacour?"

"Hmm...huh?" Camille was about to nod, but suddenly found something wrong, and looked at Sylvia with a puzzled face, "Della, Della...uh, Miss what? Who is that?"

"Cough, cough, cough!!" "Poof!" "Merlin's suspender pajamas!" In order to hear clearly the seemingly powerful collision at the entrance of the auditorium, various voices erupted in the quiet auditorium, ranging from exclamations to squirts. Drinks, from dropping food to blaming Merlin - I was planning to watch a big show, but...Miss Camille doesn't even remember Miss Delacour's name? !

Sylvia, one of the parties involved, couldn't help lowering her head, covering her mouth and laughing.

"It's so rude!" Camille looked up and saw Fu Rong standing not far behind Sylvia, with a blushing face and an angry look.

"I'm so sorry," Sylvia still had a smile on her face, but now the smile looked more sincere, and there was even a playfulness in her eyes. She turned to look at Beauxbaton's warrior, "My Cam I really don't have much talent for remembering people's names, please Miss Delacour can be more considerate."

"Huh? Your house? Miss Camille..."

"Oh! Ms. Dela refers to Fleur!" Camille looked back and forth between Sylvia and Fleur a few times, and suddenly realized that she interrupted Fleur's words.Seeing the face of Furong who was about to faint from anger after being interrupted, Camille added: "Sorry, your name is too long."

Just as Fu Rong's complexion became a little better, unexpectedly Sylvia walked directly in front of Camille, blocking her view of Camille.

"That's right! Miss Delacour, my home~" Sylvia finished the last few words one by one, and when she walked past Camille, she raised her hand and hooked two fingers. He picked up Camille's gold and red tie, wrapped it around his fingers, and with a little force, directly hooked her tie and pulled her down, and kissed her on the mouth.

After Sylvia, Camille, and Fleur had left, Harry and Hermione, who were sticking to the side stone wall and pretending to be wallpaper, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hermione..." Harry suddenly stopped Hermione, who was still twisting her neck to relieve the soreness from being stiff for too long.

"Huh? Why?"

"You don't have a boyfriend right now, right? Oh, I mean, you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, right." Although Harry was talking, he realized that he was completely out of focus, and stared blankly at nothing. In front of things, it seems that they are still immersed in the terrifying atmosphere of the 'battle' between Senior Sylvia and Miss Delacour just now.

"Uh...no. I don't think so? What's the matter?" Seeing Harry like this, even Hermione's tone became uncertain and cautious.

"Can you be my dance partner? If not, can you help me find a dance partner? The kind that doesn't have a boyfriend, oh, or a girlfriend."

Hermione snickered, and pushed Harry to the Gryffindor lounge, "Okay, I'll help you find one, what do you think of Ginny? I don't know if she has a dance partner, look, if there is no senior invite..."

"Wait a minute, you mean you already have a partner?!"

"Yeah. So you think Ginny..."

"Who is it?" Harry seemed to come back from the shock all of a sudden, at least Hermione's gossip would definitely not be more terrifying than that of the seniors.

"No, I won't tell you, you will laugh."

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Sylvia closed the heavy door of the empty classroom on the fifth floor, did not light the fireplace and the magic lamp, took off her shoes, stepped on the plush carpet with bare feet, and walked all the way to the innermost part of the empty classroom, where she slumped to where Camille usually sat. On the armchair.

In the depths of the room, it was pitch black, with no sound or temperature, and Sylvia could only hear her own heartbeat that was gradually increasing and the complex emotions surging from the depths of her mind.

Hmm... It's complicated... But no matter how she denies it, the jealousy and pain from the bottom of her heart almost set her on fire, making her unable to deceive herself.

She should have been as she appeared—generous, funny, taking it as a joke, as she herself and Harry and Hermione said, with mouths in other people's faces, and she couldn't call everyone People don't notice what a wonderful person Camille is...

In reality, all that was on her mind was that she couldn't lock Camille up.

She is here now, in order to prevent Camille from discovering her ugly side, she used the interface of 'she will concentrate on preparing the enchantment that Ms. Bella will use recently' to distract her, and then hid in the darkness alone, Self-pity.

Just a little time... Sylvia told herself that she just needs a little time to put those emotions that shouldn't appear back into a corner, something that makes her stop thinking about everything around her that doesn't seem to be A quiet corner that belongs to her.