hp Ouroboros

"Click!" The ornate door of the master bedroom in Slytherin Manor, inlaid with intricate silver patterns, was closed in front of Camille, and there was a clear sound of locking from the inside.

Only then did Camille realize that things were not as simple as she thought.

Without knocking, Camille sat leaning against the door and looked at the thing in her palm with open palm-it was a ring, a diamond ring, which Sylvia gave her on the night of the Yule Ball. The night he proposed to her with frost flowers.

Camille remembered that Sylvia covered her mouth with crystal tears in her eyes. After saying yes, she also knelt down, loosened the silver-blue tie around her neck, and took out a string of necklaces that were covered. , with two rings attached to it, she took one of them and proposed to her too, and of course she agreed.

But holding the ring now, Camille was a little confused, she didn't understand why Sylvia was so angry.Or it should be said that since seeing the complicated emotions in Sylvia's eyes at the bottom of the Black Lake an hour ago, Camille no longer understood.

When Sylvia was about to raise her hand to give her a slap, Camille didn't dodge, she just wanted to read the emotion in Sylvia's eyes very seriously.

Then she failed, she couldn't do it.

As a straightforward person, Camille has always said what to say, but she knows that Sylvia is different.Don't look at Sylvia's provocative words sometimes, and occasionally play a little temper, but she is still a very delicate and subtle person in essence.

Looking at the ring in her hand, Camille began to think about their past years.

She remembered that once Sylvia pulled her down the stairs, the narrow stairwell was filled with warm firelight, Sylvia's undulating curly hair turned into golden waves under the orange light, she pulled her She has a gentle smile on her face.

She remembered that during that boring history of magic class, Sylvia was half leaning on the table, her silver-blue eyes against the light were as deep as the deep sea.

...she remembers a lot, she just doesn't think about it very often.

Rubbing the ring in her hand, Sylvia's various expressions, actions and emotions emerged in front of her eyes, happy, joyful, serious, serious, intellectual, gentle, even unconfident, restless, and painful of...

The tip of the finger lightly picks at the ring of the ring on his hand. If you look closely, you can find that it is made of interlaced gold and silver threads, very much like the scales of a snake. The whole ring is shaped like a ouroboros. Two tiny diamonds are inlaid where the snake's eyes are.

Sylvia probably chose such a small diamond out of concern that she didn't like overly flashy accessories... Camille thought so as she touched the diamond ring that she really liked.

It is obviously a pair of rings, but the design is different. The one Sylvia is holding is in the shape of a wolf, while hers is in the shape of a snake... Sylvia also attached a port key to the ring As long as you think about the Slytherin Manor with it, at least teleportation within the UK is definitely not difficult. She just used this function to follow Sylvia and came here from the medical wing all at once. was blocked from this door.

Camille turned around and sat facing the door, resting her head on the gorgeous but heavy door.

The uncommon but sudden uneasy and unconfident expressions on Sylvia's face, the wedding ring specially made to represent the animal of the other party, and the port key attached to the ring quickly flashed through my mind...

Camille jumped up from the ground suddenly, she felt that she understood Sylvia's idea!

"Sill, I know you're at the door, so listen," Camille started to talk as she sat on the ground with her head against the door. She scratched her head in embarrassment and thought for a while before continuing. Said, "Well...how should I put it..."

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Closing the door and isolating Camille, Sylvia's heart was in a mess.

To love her is to let her go... Sylvia remembers reading a novel written like this before. On the one hand, she understood the reason for this, but on the other hand, she sneered at such letting go.Happiness is something you have to grasp by yourself, and you have to firmly grasp what is yours. At that time, I thought so confidently.

But now?There is a lot of noise in the head.

Even though she knew intellectually that she was making trouble out of no reason at all, the essential selfishness burned her heart, clamoring to lock Cam in her manor so that she couldn't go anywhere.

But she had seen Camille's golden eyes glowing when he looked into the forest, like the sun, happy and full of interest, and she had also seen Camille, who had turned into a half-wolf, walk on the ground in the woods, wantonly And freedom...

She used to be able to easily shut up that selfish guy, but knowing that Camille disappeared for no reason, alone in a cold, dangerous lake, and that she might lose her, the overwhelming fear suddenly overwhelmed her. She lost the rational person in her heart.

Seeing that Camille was not only safe, but also alive and kicking when the other hostages were asleep, Sylvia only felt a bitterness in her throat—the rational one came back, but the selfish The one who was worried and restless, she didn't shut up obediently this time, they kept arguing in her mind, and the issues that she had suppressed quietly in the past erupted.

While Sylvia was struggling alone in this luxurious but empty room, she heard Camille's voice from outside the door, "Sylvia, I know you are at the door, so listen, "

Sylvia twisted her back leaning against the door uncomfortably, not wanting to listen to Camille's explanation. After all, it wasn't her fault, but her body didn't move, she sat quietly on the beautifully carved but cold On the door.

"Well...how should I put it..." Camille sounded a little embarrassed and hesitant.

Camille is not a person who thinks about these messy things, she is clean and straightforward, but now because of her, she is forced to say something... Sylvia is even more depressed.

"Well... I can only say that Professor McGonagall is indeed very experienced, I mean, uh, love experience..."

What?What does this have to do with Professor McGonagall?Sylvia didn't react for a while, and the voices that had been arguing in her head even suddenly quieted down.

"Before I went to Professor McGonagall and asked her to give me a job as a teaching assistant. I originally asked her to advance my salary so that I could buy a diamond ring."

Sylvia was still confused, she didn't understand the logical relationship between this incident and her entanglement in locking herself in the room, but Camille would never say something else for no reason.

"Professor McGonagall said that she doesn't think you lack diamond rings, which are just beautiful stones. What you need is..." Camille's voice paused, probably looking for the right words to describe, after a while It took a few seconds before she spoke again, "Promise."

Sylvia was stunned. She vaguely seemed to know what Camille was going to say next, but she couldn't grasp the key point. She couldn't help but sat up straight, trying to hear what Camille said through a thick door more clearly. Mill's voice.

"She gave me a proposal. Although I didn't understand the meaning at the time, since there was no harm, I agreed."

"I've applied for a transfiguration master," Camille said, with a calm tone as if she was describing what she had for lunch today.

But Sylvia couldn't calm down. She jumped up in shock when she heard this, and slammed open the heavy door of the master bedroom. Outside the door, Camille sat on the ground and looked up at her with surprise in her golden eyes. It's different, but the mouth didn't react and continued to say a few words, "You know..."

Of course she knew what that meant! !

"You mean, Hogwarts..." But Sylvia's voice was trembling, and she hesitated to finish her sentence.

Camille stood up from the ground, looked straight into Sylvia's eyes, and finished what she wanted to say, "Transfiguration is a special course at Hogwarts, and Transfiguration requires the title of Transfiguration Master to apply for teaching." job."

It's already been said for this sake, how can Sylvia not understand - Camille's promise is to stay and teach at Hogwarts, and stay by her side!

But... Sylvia's joy didn't last long. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look into Camille's clear eyes. A strong sense of guilt drove her to speak, "But... don't you want to go out? So much magic Forest, you have done so much practice and preparation..." She said this, but in fact she didn't know what kind of answer she wanted to hear.

"I didn't say I won't go out!" Camille's voice sounded stable, as if she had already had a set of ideas, and Sylvia looked up at her suspiciously.

They were standing so close now that Sylvia could see her own reflection in Camille's golden eyes, frowning and worried, while Camille's sun-like eyes showed nothing. Include her without reservation.

"Applying for Master of Transfiguration may take up all my time in the remaining sixth grade and the entire seventh grade, but Professor McGonagall said that the project I applied for should be able to pass smoothly." Camille talked to Sylvia calmly After discussing her own future, her calm and serious demeanor made Sylvia gradually calm down, "Even so, I didn't graduate until I graduated, and Professor McGonagall hasn't retired yet! So I thought we could discuss it together. , Let’s go to some places together to see, because you see... You probably won’t become a professor right after graduation, right? Well, I think, whether it’s the first step you plan to create a new foundation of ancient magic elective courses, or the more advanced magic research center that you want to do in the end, it shouldn’t be possible to achieve it all at once, so we may have some time to look around? But your skills really need Practice, the magic forest outside is still a bit dangerous... eh!"

Camille was hugged by Sylvia before she finished speaking, and she jumped up and hung on her body. Camille had to interrupt her words, and quickly raised her hand to catch Sylvia, so as not to let her slip go down.

Sylvia buried her head on Camille's neck, and after a while, she said in a soft muffled voice, "Well, let's go for a walk together, and then go home..."

"Well, let's go for a walk together, and then go home." Camille repeated with a smile, hugging this person who was more important than the outside world in her arms.