hp Ouroboros

On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late, even Hermione, who is usually used to getting up early to read some books, was a bit late today. After she tidied herself up, she went down the spiral staircase to the lounge. There were many people They haven't woken up yet, and the lounge is quiet and deserted, as if the bustle last night was just a dream.

Hermione sat in the armchair by the fireplace, opened the book but didn't read a word, all the scenes from last night came to her mind, not dancing with Viktor or something, although that was quite interesting , but what makes Gryffindor's know-it-all seldom read the book is the picture of relaxing with Pansy last night: the fairy lights in the rose garden flicker, the ice fountain makes the sound of ding-dong water...every day In every dim corner, couples can be vaguely seen sitting on carved benches and whispering softly...

It wasn't just the dreamlike beauty, they also heard something shocking during the walk - Hagrid was actually a half-giant!

Hermione subconsciously pinched the necklace around her neck lightly. It was a thin necklace inlaid with a small magic gem 'Feipo'.Shining the little gem on the necklace against the light of the fireplace, she could still clearly see the flickering flames in the fireplace through the gem. It was hard to imagine how such a translucent gem could have such a bright crimson color.

"Good morning, Hermione." Harry's voice suddenly came from beside him, startling Hermione.

"Oh! You scared me...Good morning, Harry." Hermione put down the gem and patted her chest.

"Very beautiful necklace, who gave you a gift?" Harry saw the bright red gemstone necklace around her neck and asked curiously, then looked at Hermione's hair, "So you did use it yesterday What petty tricks, I mean, your hair."

Nodding, Hermione flicked her brown hair, which had become unkempt again today, "I sprayed out two bottles of quick-acting detangling hair spray yesterday, they are so stubborn, it's okay once, it's too troublesome to do it every day. The necklace was given by Pansy, who said that the family occasionally intervened in the magic gem business recently, and she made a necklace for me with a small piece left after cutting it."

Why can Slytherin have so many reasons for giving a gift?Harry really can't understand, even a 'stinky boy' like him who has no idea about fashion (to borrow some girls' unanimous evaluation of all boys their age) can see that the jewel necklace It must have been carefully carved and inlaid, after all, no scrap of gems can look like a cat, but the Slytherins seem to be determined not to let anyone know how they spend it. Thoughts.

Hermione didn't keep Harry in a daze for long, and she was quick to talk about something she had overheard when she and Pansy were out walking in the garden last night.

"Actually, I thought he must be a giant for a long time." Hermione shrugged and didn't seem to care much about the news, "Hagrid can't be a purebred giant, because they are all about twenty feet tall, but to be honest Yes, seeing Pansy's face suddenly become so ugly, I don't think the matter should be so serious. This is a kind of prejudice, just like people's attitude towards werewolves, look at Senior Camille. Even if the giants really don't Well, but Hagrid's only half blood after all."

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with Hagrid either, giant or half-giant or whatever wouldn't affect the fact that Hagrid had been very nice to him, and they'd always been good friends.

In the first week of the holiday, most people just cared about playing, but now that Christmas is over, everyone's mood has calmed down. After all, the professors didn't underestimate their holiday homework just because they want to show their style to foreign guests. Be merciful, it should be said that on the contrary, maybe in order to show Hogwarts' academic ability, some professors can even be said to be "working hard" to give them homework - except for the famous Professor Snape, because he doesn't need to twist at all. It's easy to think of combinations of assignments that can directly ruin a student's wonderful vacation.

Unlike the other students who only worried about being chopped up into potions by Professor Snape or asked to rewrite their homework by Professor McGonagall, Harry was starting to feel a little nervous again.

After being reminded by Camille, he found a basin of water and heard the beautiful song easily, but the content of the song made him shudder: somewhere in the depths of the Black Lake, he needs to find his most cherished thing , and the time is only one hour.

"Where's the golden egg Harry?" This was the question Hermione asked him one day during the holidays after he suddenly walked out of the dreamy Christmas atmosphere, and Harry remembered that he hadn't told Hermione about the mermaid song yet.

"The most beloved baby?" Hermione looked at Harry suspiciously after listening to Harry's explanation, "All I can think of is your Firebolt. Arrow, are you sure it can be soaked in water for so long?"

Harry was stunned by the question, "Well, this...I don't think so, but, Hermione, I thought you would ask me first, how can I stay underwater for an hour, because I don't know how to what to do."

"I believe there must be some kind of spell that can solve this problem!" That's right, for a 'spell master' like Hermione, as long as she can find the corresponding spell, how to cast it smoothly seems to be of no importance to her. What's the problem, Harry very much doubted that there were any spells that Hermione couldn't learn.

But he is different!Now Harry is even more nervous...

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On the first day of school, a big event happened. Hagrid, who teaches protection of magical creatures, was absent for no reason. Professor Graplan led the students across the field still covered with thick snow, towards a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The tree walked, and there was a big unicorn that was whiter than the surrounding white snow and was tied under the tree.This unicorn is so dazzlingly white that the surrounding white snow looks a bit gray in comparison.It does not.

"Stand back, boys!" the elderly, gray-haired witch sternly warned, glaring all the boys in the improvement class aside, and then continued, "Unicorns like women. Girls stand Come here, you need to approach it carefully, relax..."

Originally, Camille planned to try it too, but the unicorn kept staring at her, scratching the dirt with its golden hooves warningly, and raised its horned head to face her.

"Although I have expected that one day, we will probably learn the lesson of unicorns, but I didn't expect it to be today..." Camille murmured in a very depressed tone, raising her hands next to her head, slowly move back.

Sylvia snickered and followed the other girls to touch the rare unicorn.

Seeing a tall girl stepping back silently in the group of girls, Professor Graplan patted his head as if suddenly remembering something and said, "Oh! Yes, yes, Miss Camille, you'd better retreat Go there, boys—unicorns don't like dark breaths either."

Professor Graplan stood among the boys and girls, amplified his voice with a magic spell, and loudly introduced various knowledge about unicorns.Even though it was the first time seeing a unicorn, Sylvia squeezed through the crowd and returned to Camille after touching it a few times, leaning against the stable fence with her.

"I'm really curious about how Ms. Skeeter knew about Hagrid. Hagrid's background. I think the Ministry of Magic should not have registered it. Otherwise, it is impossible for no one to know about him." Searle Via said, her tone was as flat as talking about what to have for lunch.

Hagrid's absence, the "Daily Prophet" published today by Skeeter the shocking news that Hagrid has half-giant blood. It is conceivable that Hagrid's absence today must be related to this news - in the magic world, giants are fierce. Famous, very unpopular scary creatures, probably on par with werewolves in the ranking.

Camille shrugged, her eyes still stayed on the unicorn not too far away, paying close attention to its movements, in case it suddenly decided to rush over and stab her, the 'dark creature', right through.

"Principal Dumbledore has banned her from entering the school. Either she knows Animagus, which is a very common animal, sneaking in secretly, or Hagrid told her stupidly in the interview. I guess Nimagus." Camille made a guess.

"I think so too." Sylvia nodded approvingly, and after a few minutes, she suddenly said, "Let me discuss with Professor Samilson and fix Hogwarts' protection system again. I remember that there is a set of anti-transformation magic pattern in the foyer."

It wasn't until three weeks later that Sylvia and Professor Rune began to repair the set of anti-transformation magic pattern defense system that she said, she was surprised to find that Potter and Granger visited the library too frequently recently up.

Finally, one day, before she had time to climb the engineering ladder, she happened to meet Harry and Hermione who were trotting down the stairs in a hurry. Seeing that each of them was carrying a bulging schoolbag, she finally couldn't hold back her curiosity asked: "Good afternoon, Granger, Potter."

"Oh! Sister Sylvia, you are here... good afternoon!" Hermione looked like she was taken aback, and she took a few breaths before recovering, "Are you going to the library again? Including Potter?" Sylvia looked suspiciously at Harry.

"Yes, we are looking for..." Hermione suddenly stopped, looking a little hesitant, she turned her head and whispered something to Harry, and they discussed mysteriously and came to a conclusion, Hermione Then I looked back at Sylvia, "Let's find a spell that can be used in the second competition."

"Curse? Didn't Cam and I give you a tube of potion?" Sylvia stared at Harry in surprise, "You forgot?"

"Potion? What potion?" Hermione quickly turned to stare at Harry.

Harry froze in place, and being mentioned this way, Harry thought that after opening the presents on Christmas morning, he originally wanted to take the blue potion to ask Hermione, but a series of things happened, so... .. "Um, I forgot"

Sylvia rolled her eyes, shook her head and climbed up the engineering ladder, "You'd better prepare some interesting enough gifts for me, Cam and Granger, Potter, especially Miss Granger, without her, I don't think you will live long."

Sister Sylvia didn't say anything, anyone who rescued him from a pile of thick spell books that could smash him to death is a great benefactor!Harry smiled at Hermione, he didn't mind the eyes of Hermione and the seniors at all, he only knew that the second item was saved, and he didn't need to watch the spell of "accelerated armpit hair growth" after seeing Peeves up!

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Time will not stop for even a second for anyone, no matter how uncertain you are, the time for the second competition has arrived.

Sylvia finished breakfast at the long table in Slytherin, receiving the blessings from the students around her, but she felt strange—Camille didn't come to have breakfast?Last night, she heard from Hermione that Professor McGonagall was looking for her, so she went out.

Originally thought that Camille went back to Gryffindor Tower's dormitory to rest in the end, but now it doesn't seem to be the case?Sylvia also noticed that Hermione was also missing. Could it be that they had already finished breakfast early to grab a seat first?This is really strange, today's venue is the Black Lake, no matter where you sit in the stands, it is impossible to see what happened in the Black Lake.

With doubts, Sylvia followed the other students to the shore of the Black Lake.

At the water's edge, the referees were already seated at a table covered with a golden tablecloth, Krum and Delacour had arrived, and Harry had hurried over a few minutes after Sylvia.

Seeing that everyone was here, Ludo Bagman jumped up from his seat in satisfaction, pointed his wand at his throat, and said, "The voice is loud!" His voice was like thunder, passing by The dark lake spread to the stands.

"Listen everyone, our warriors are in their positions. As soon as I blow the whistle, the second project begins. They have a full hour to recover what has been taken from them. I count to three. One...  "

Stolen item?Sylvia was as puzzled as the rest of the warriors. She touched her wand, which was well kept in her wand holder, and interrupted the referee. Her voice was as loud as Bagman's, "Sorry to interrupt you, gentlemen."

"What? Miss Slytherin."

"I don't think we all know what we have been robbed of," Sylvia glanced at the other warriors around her, "Look, my wand is still there..."

"Oh! Miss Slytherin, what you are looking for is not a certain 'thing'." Bagman's tone sounded extremely excited, it seems that the content of the project he designed for them has not been seen through until now, " You're looking for the 'someone' who means the most to you, yes, someone. The game's on!"

A sharp whistle sounded, and cheers and applause erupted from the stands, but the faces of the warriors standing by the lake were all very ugly. They took off their shoes and socks, and strode into the icy lake.

Only Sylvia was still standing there.

Turning his head to look at the Black Lake, even though the weather is fine today, and even the temperature has risen a little from the harsh winter, the bottomless lake still looks pitch black.

Camille was somewhere in that icy lake...an hour...completely disappeared...never appeared...the mermaid singing that I heard only once rang out.

The huge panic swallowed all the surrounding sounds and images.