hp Ouroboros

Two fast songs in a row, after Harry finished eating what was on the plate, seeing Chris sitting next to him shaking his head slightly with the music, the guilt surged up again.

"Cough! Chrissy, let's dance too!" Harry scratched his head and said, he invited Chrissy, who was in the first grade, to the dance. Looking around, most of them were senior students, and the others were at least third graders. Sure enough, if he didn't take Chris to the dance, she might be forced to waste a rare prom.

"Okay! This song doesn't seem to require any specific dance steps. I haven't danced this one yet. It looks very interesting!" Chris smiled, jumped off the chair, and put her hand on Harry's , stepped briskly onto the dance floor.

Because Harry himself is not very good at dancing, and Chris is a little short and slender in her first grade, they didn't squeeze into the dance floor, but were very close to the next seat area, casually jumping.

Then Harry saw Hermione and Krum parting on the edge of the dance floor a few steps away, Krum pushing through the crowd towards the large table with assorted drinks on the other side.Hermione sat down to rest by the seat with a smile on her face, and she happened to sit next to Ron.

"It's hot, isn't it?" Harry heard Hermione say, fanning himself with the palm of his hand. "Victor is off to get a drink."

Although Harry can understand that even if he quarrels with Ron, it doesn't mean that Hermione will break up with Ron because of him, and Hermione has been talking to Ron during this time, but he is not optimistic about their future. Where the conversation went - Ron had been glaring at Hermione and Krum with a sour look of resentment since the beginning of the dance, and then just after Hermione had just sat down his face turned even uglier.

"Victor? Did he ask you to call him 'Wicky'?" Sure enough... Ron was sarcastically.

"Ron, what are you..." Hermione was so frightened by Ron's strong dissatisfaction that she didn't react for a while, but Ron interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"He's from Durmstrang!" Ron said sharply, raising his eyebrows. "He's Harry's rival! Hogwarts' rival! You...you are..." Ron was obviously searching his brains for words that could describe Hermione's heinous crime, "You are an enemy, and this is what you did!"

Hermione opened her mouth wide in surprise, in disbelief.

As if it pleased him to see Hermione's speechless shock, Ron went on, "He's Karkaroff's student, isn't he? He knows who you hang out with all day...he's just Want to get close to Harry and steal his information, or get close to Harry and cast a poisonous spell on him!"

Let alone Hermione now, even Harry stopped in shock by Ron's words.After a while, Harry felt a fire emanating from his stomach, burning straight to his hair, and he let go of Chrissy, and strode angrily towards Hermione.

"You think of me now?" Harry stood next to Hermione angrily, "You haven't said a word to me since you entered the arena, and then you suddenly thought of me when you were trying to find an excuse to get angry ?!"

Harry was taken aback by Hermione's sudden appearance, and suddenly forgot what she wanted to say just now, and just stared blankly at Harry, whose face was already flushed.

"I thought your mom sent you Christmas presents and apologies like that because you're finally willing to open your eyes and really think you're wrong, but it turns out I'm the one who's wrong! You're unreasonable!"

"Harry..." Hermione pulled Harry's clothes lightly, "Harry, don't be so angry, you scared Chrissy..."

Chris... the name was like pouring cold water on Harry's furious head, and it finally calmed him down a bit. He turned to look at Chris who was standing two steps away. Her fair face looked Even whiter, and the silver-white eyes are also wide-eyed.

She was just a little girl in the first grade. Harry turned around and stopped looking at Ron, who was looking extremely ugly. He decided not to ruin a little girl's prom because of Ron. After taking a few deep breaths, Harry walked towards Kerry. Si, "Sorry Chris, I scared you."

Chris quickly came back to her senses, and said with a considerate smile, "It's okay... shall we go over there and have a look? Principal Dumbledore just built a champagne tower there."

Although there is no big trouble, the good mood has been completely destroyed.Seeing Chris pulling Harry in the crowd, Hermione was so angry again, it seemed that Ron had slapped her in the face, and her voice trembled slightly when she spoke, "Tell you something Come on, Viktor Krum, he never asked Harry a word, never!"

With that, Hermione stormed across the dance floor and disappeared into the crowd.

Headmaster Dumbledore's crooked but not pourable champagne tower (actually filled with butterbeer) was fun, but Harry still couldn't quite calm down.

"I think it's almost time for me to go back to my bedtime reading," Chrissy said suddenly, putting down the empty glass in her hand, she looked up and smiled at Harry, "Can you take me back to the Ravenclaw lounge , Mr. Potter?"

Regardless of whether Chrissy really needs to start getting ready for bed after nine o'clock in the evening, a warm current slightly dissipated the anger of another disagreement with Ron.

Chris is a kind and considerate girl, Harry nodded thoughtfully, "No problem, let's go!"

They sidled around the dance floor and slipped out the door, and were about to go up the stairs that led off the hall when Harry heard a female voice.

"What's the matter, Hermione? Didn't you enjoy the dance?" It was Pansy's voice, and Harry stopped.

The empty stairs amplified a sniffling sound, which was Hermione. Sure enough, the next moment, Hermione's trembling voice sounded, "Well, I quarreled with Ron again." Hermione explained very frankly.

After a few seconds of silence, Pansy said in a gentle and gentle voice that was completely different from the sharp and harsh voice when he was mocking him: "Want to take a stroll outside the castle? I haven't had time to see the newly decorated rose garden."

Hearing the voice of Hermione agreeing, Harry quickly dragged Chris to the stairs on the other side of the foyer, at least halfway up the stairs before Pansy and Hermione went down the stairs, without them noticing Here——Hermione really needs to chat with friends and take a walk now. Although Pansy still seems to have some opinions on him, she seems to be really good to Hermione. For his partner's sake...Chris is such a good kid despite her age.

Except for being humiliated by the question posed by the eagle-shaped bronze knocker on the door of the Ravenclaw Tower, Harry finally sent Chris back to the Ravenclaw Tower (of course, the question ended up being Chris answered).

Harry, who wasn't full enough, planned to go to the kitchen to get something to eat before returning to Gryffindor Tower. When he passed by the foyer, he happened to see Sylvia and Senior Camille walking hand in hand from the auditorium where the banquet was still held. Come out, go straight out of the castle and walk in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.Under normal circumstances, Harry might be curious to follow up and have a look, but when it comes to the two seniors...he really doesn't want to know the details of their relationship at all!

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Camille led Sylvia out of the castle, walked through the large rose garden in front of the foyer specially arranged for this grand Christmas, bypassed the winding paths, exquisite stone carvings and fountains, and walked out of the noisy castle area. It's always been so dark in the Forbidden Forest.

Finding that they were not going in the direction of the wooden house that Camille built without authorization, Sylvia finally asked curiously, "Huh? The wooden house is over there..."

"Not going to the wooden house today...well, at least not for the time being." Camille seemed to be very clear about their next purpose.

After walking for a few more minutes, Sylvia looked at the surrounding trees and terrain, and suddenly recalled what happened in the first grade. Before she had time to ask, Camille pushed aside a bush, "Here we are."

In front of me is a clearing in the forest, the moonlight shines through the dense canopy in this small space, Camille wearing a silver-gray dress stands in the moonlight and looks back at her, the only flower of Frost blooms at her feet flower.

Sylvia walked up without Camille's invitation, and the breeze in the forest blew, intertwining her long silver-gray hair and Camille's black hair, like silver and ink-colored sea waves.

"I tried so many times that I ruined all the Frost Flowers here." Camille said while bending down to pick off the only Frost Flower left.

"Then I thought about cultivating some by myself, but... um... I don't seem to have any talent for cultivating flowers." Camille scratched her cheek in embarrassment, and put the Frost Flower in the Between the two, Sylvia could see clearly at this time that this frost flower seemed to be a little different, with some bright red fine lines on the ice blue petals.

"You said you tried many times? What did you try?" Sylvia asked.

But Camille didn't answer her question, but continued, "This is the only one I raised, but it looked a little dying before. It seemed to be snowing a few days ago, so I took it out of Sri Lanka. Professor Prout borrowed my special greenhouse to transplant it, and wanted to say that the dead horse should be used as a living horse doctor, but luckily it succeeded..."

"Successful? Are you going to..." Before Sylvia finished speaking, she was choked up by Camille's sudden kneeling action-although I have never experienced this kind of scene, as long as there is a little A little bit of common sense and even a little bit of romantic stories can tell.

The special-colored Frost Flower in her hand crystallized from the stem that Camille was holding at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned from a crystal flower that looked like it had been carefully carved by the most prestigious gem craftsman.

At the same time, Camille's golden eyes looked directly at Sylvia's eyes seriously and seriously, and when Sylvia was holding her breath nervously, she spoke: "Sylvia Kassan Della Slytherin, will you marry me?"

Tears fell to the ground unknowingly, and Sylvia also knelt down, not caring that the expensive custom-made suit was covered with thin snow and mud, she held the flower that Camille had painstakingly made for her. , The unique Frost Crystal Flower in the world, blooming a bright smile in a faint floral fragrance.

"Well, I would."