hp Ouroboros

The discussion on the second competition has not completely settled down, and time has entered March. The weather in Scotland has finally become clearer, but the cold wind outside the castle still makes people want to nestle in the warm academy baked by the fireplace. In the lounge.

This kind of day, whether it’s warm or not, makes Sylvia even more lazy. At least it’s because Sylvia squeezed into Camille’s arms during lunch, coquettishly asking her to feed her. Ken explained when he was eating.

Camille rolled her eyes but followed suit gently, but she felt in her heart that this must be the 'honeymoon period' after the newlyweds mentioned in the book, alas... She still worries about the indifference period after the honeymoon period mentioned above It's better to do what to do - even if she never seems to be 'cold' since meeting Sylvia.

After finishing their sticky lunch, Sylvia and Camille nestled together in Camille's single armrest sofa and basked quietly in the sun for a while. Although they didn't talk or chat, the atmosphere was not awkward. Both Via and Camille liked this kind of warmth in peace.

It wasn't until the small clock that Sylvia placed on the desk rang a reduced-volume version of an ancient bell that Camille gently pushed Sylvia, who was almost stacked on top of her.

"Hey, get up, it's almost time for class."

Sylvia twisted, closed her eyes and waited for a few seconds before reluctantly getting up from Camille, beckoning to let the textbooks and quills on the desk not far away fly into her schoolbag, mouth He muttered and complained: "Why didn't Headmaster Dumbledore grant me the exemption list? I'm so good! Ah! It's so cold! I'm going to freeze to death!" He said that he was reading in a completely unmoving tone at the end The tone is tantrum.

"Yes, yes, it's amazing. There are far fewer classes starting from the sixth grade, and there is NEWT Sylvia in the seventh grade. Let's learn a little about the exam strategy." Camille said perfunctorily, picking up her and Sylvie. Take Ya's schoolbag and walk outside the empty classroom they have occupied for a long time.

They walked down the steps to the Charms classroom. Sylvia was still clinging to Camille under the faces of the other little wizards, acting coquettish and rambunctious. Camille could feel that she was really relaxed now. Compared with her overly dignified appearance with a smirk on her face, she still prefers Sylvia's current appearance.

"Senior Sylvia, Sister Camille!" Hermione's voice came, and the next moment this hot-tempered girl ran down the stairs and appeared in front of them.

"Good afternoon, Granger." Sylvia straightened her body slightly, and secretly tugged on the crumpled robe she had leaned against Camille for too long - Sylvia just likes to put on a show... Camille rolled her eyes covertly. Even in front of students who had nothing to do with her, Sylvia was able to let go of most of her masks, but facing Hermione, who was almost called her apprentice, Sylvia She still wants to maintain her dignified and decent image.

"What class in the afternoon?" Sylvia asked gently.

"Potions." Hermione replied. Hearing this depressing lesson, Harry, who followed Hermione, immediately became listless.

This class taught by Snape is Harry's most hated, bar none, the most hated class!But it is an important compulsory course... Walking down the steps behind the two senior sisters and Hermione, I remembered that Sirius asked them to go to the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade not far away on Monday, which made me I feel better.

A group of people walked to the foyer and saw a group of Slytherin students gathered together before going to their respective classrooms. They gathered together to look at something, and each of them had malicious smiles on their faces, smiling happily Terrific - except for Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson standing on the periphery of the group, the two of them wore Slytherin 'aristocratic' standard fake smiles, their heads held up slightly in a haughty look A disdainful look.

Seeing Harry and Hermione coming down, Pansy suddenly pulled a bigger smirk and said sarcastically, "Oh, look who's coming!"

Hearing Pansy say this, the group of Slytherins dispersed, revealing what they were holding in their hands - a magazine, "Wizard Weekly".

"I think you'll be able to find something you're interested in, Granger!" Pansy's shrill voice sounded particularly harsh, and she pulled the magazine out of a Slytherin student's hand and threw it to the wrinkled Hermione's brow complexion is not very good-looking.

Even knowing that Pansy was a bit mean in order to maintain her image of being opposed to them on the surface, something seemed wrong with today's situation.

Hermione reached out to take the magazine, and watched Malfoy, who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and Pansy, who didn't look back, took the lead and left, going to the cellar where the Potions class was held for a while.What's wrong with Pansy?Hermione looked a little bewildered.

""Wizard Weekly"? Most of it contains irrelevant gossip." Of course, Sylvia also saw what Pansy threw to Hermione, but it was just Parkinson's attitude, um...it's really worth exploring .

Sylvia squinted at Camille, just as Camille also looked at her, and the two read the inquiry and surprise in each other's eyes very tacitly.Given that Sylvia always thinks that the whole world is coveting her Camille am, both Sylvia and Camille seem to be a little familiar with Parkinson's ailments today—is she jealous? !

Hermione and Harry, who have no relationship experience so far, are in a more miserable situation. They were taken aback by Pansy's eccentric attitude today. Hermione hurriedly opened the magazine in her hand, and Harry hurried over to read it.

In the middle of the magazine, a color photo of Harry let them find their target immediately, it was a short article.

"Harry Potter's Secret History of Sadness... The gossip style of this title is a bit familiar." Camille, with good eyesight, stood behind Sylvia but saw the title at once, and read two more lines casually, and sure enough Seeing Rita Skeeter's name, she curled her lips and clicked her tongue twice.

As Hermione and Harry flipped through it, their faces became increasingly ugly.Already roughly knowing who wrote this kind of boring and groundless stuff, Sylvia and Camille were not in a hurry to explain, especially Sylvia, who actually read it with relish after taking so much time off.

I have to say that this writing is impeccable, and it really has the qualifications to tell a story, but it actually said that Harry and Hermione are a couple?Sylvia couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Sister, what's the matter?" Interrupted by Sylvia's laughter, Harry and Hermione turned their heads in surprise.

"Where did you offend Skeeter?" Sylvia asked back.

"It must be about Hagrid!" Harry said angrily first, "When we met Skeeter, Hermione scolded her."

"Hmph! If that disgusting woman only knows how to play this trick, then she doesn't have much skill," Hermione seemed not as excited as Harry, she rolled the magazine into a paper tube with disdain, held it gently Patting his other hand, "However, things are a bit weird, how would Rita Skeeter know... For example, Viktor invited me to visit him during the summer vacation?"

"Cough cough cough! What?!" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, "Uh, I mean, uh...Congratulations?"

Seeing the two senior girls and Harry staring at her, Hermione blushed, but she said something different, "What are you doing! Congratulations?! He pulled me up from the lake, Just invited me. But... well, that's not the problem, the problem is how Skeeter heard!"

"It's very simple." Sylvia interrupted Hermione's thinking, "Because she is an illegal Animagus, yes, just like Sirius, her Animagus is a small beetle .”

"Sister, why..."

"She was so stupid to fly into my manor before, the consequences..." Sylvia glanced at the magazine in Hermione's hand, and said apologetically, "I thought she would learn to behave, but we also made omissions, Just let her not write about my affairs here, and wait to publish what I asked her to publish at any time, forgetting about your affairs here. Alas, it seems that the last half-day tour of the Slytherin manor jungle gave her a bad impression. Not deep enough."

"So that's it!" Hermione nodded suddenly, waving her hands and looked like she really didn't mind being portrayed by Rita Skeeter as a scheming girl who 'tricked boys' feelings' everywhere, "It's okay! I don't mind, Anyway, my parents don't read newspapers and magazines in the magic world at all, let her do whatever she wants, I will pay attention next time!"

But the reality is not as indifferent as Hermione thought.

On the Monday after the happy Hogsmeade week, a group of owls flying into the auditorium at breakfast time, Hermione not only waited for her "Daily Prophet", but also seven or eight owls came , almost completely blocked the positions of Hermione and Harry.

"Are you sure you didn't tick the wrong box and ordered ten newspapers at once?" Harry asked with difficulty, he was about to lie down on the table in order to protect his and Hermione's breakfast.

The flock of owls was scrambling to get in front of Hermione, and they all looked like they wanted to deliver the letter to her first.

"What the hell..." Hermione quickly pulled out a letter from a gray owl in a pile of owls, and quickly read it, "What!" she said angrily, her face turning red.

Sylvia and Camille walked into the auditorium to have breakfast at this time, saw the strange scene around Hermione, and hurried over to have a look.

"What's going on?" Sylvia asked, Camille beside her didn't speak, but she frowned, her eyes suddenly turned into glittering gold, and a chilling aura emanated, those who were arguing The owls rushing to deliver the letter to Hermione froze for a moment, regardless of whether it was delivered to the recipient, dropped the letter and quickly took off to escape from this terrible place.

"This... this is simply ridiculous!" Hermione threw the letter on the table, and now Sylvia, Camille, and Harry, who was finally able to sit back in his seat, could see clearly.It was not a handwritten letter, but a so-called threatening letter spelled out of letters cut out from nowhere.

Hermione quickly opened all the letters one by one, and said desperately: "It's all this kind of letter! Ahhh!" She just opened the last envelope, and a yellow-green liquid sprayed on her hands, sending out There was a pungent smell, and large yellow blisters immediately appeared on her hands.

"It's Babo tuber pus, undiluted!" Camille said immediately, pulling out his wand and burning the vicious letter with pus directly.

Sylvia finally put away her plain expression, and called out to the air next to her with a serious expression: "Alger."

"Pfft!" Sylvia's goblin butler appeared.

"Intercept the letter addressed to Miss Hermione Granger." Sylvia ordered, and Alger bowed his head and disappeared without any objection.

Hermione cried out in pain, tears came out, she took a napkin to wipe off the pus on her hands, but her fingers were already covered with thick, painful sores, it looked like she was wearing a pair of pimples Pimple thick gloves.

"Go to Madam Pomfrey, she has the antidote..." Before Sylvia finished speaking, suddenly, with a soft sound, Alger appeared again.

"Master, the letter cannot be intercepted."

"what happened?"

Alger paused for a moment, took a small step back, and used Camille's body to cover himself. After confirming that none of the curious little wizards in the auditorium could see its eyes, he glanced at Si At Leitlin's long table, he explained softly to Sylvia and the others: "Alger discovered that a house elf had intercepted the letter."

"House-elf? Who?" Hermione was finally slightly distracted and asked, touching her tears.

Seeing that the master didn't object to him, Alger said, "It's Miss Pansy Parkinson's exclusive elf Nana."