hp Ouroboros

Probably one of the perks of having a bad name is that when you're sitting on a crowded train, you can have a separate box to yourself.

Camille threw the half-bitten beef patty into his mouth and chewed it with relish, holding a thick transfiguration book and reading it, ignoring the little wizards crowded outside the box of the Hogwarts Express Even if she didn't specially cast a dozen ignore spells on the box this year, when the little wizards outside passed by, they saw the famous Gryffindor black lion sitting alone in the box, and no one dared to come in at all.

But just when Camille was almost humming in a happy mood, there was a knock on the door of the box, and Harry Potter opened the door. The boy was holding the cage containing Hedwig, and the other hand was still tightly holding the cage. His suitcase, so that the other young wizards could pass through the corridor in the narrow space behind him.

"Hi Camille-senpai, can we do this? I mean, uh, the other boxes seem to be full." Harry asked awkwardly, and the next moment he realized that there was no room in the box that had been almost the same as Camille bound Sylvia, he froze for a moment, "Senior Sylvia...she's not here? Huh? No...how can you take the train? Isn't the manor just across from the school? "

Camille glanced behind Harry, didn't see Hermione, just Ginny, and said, "No, probably the same reason why Granger isn't here. Come on in, you guys block off the corridor *masked keyword*. Sylvia and I still have some things to do in the Ministry of Magic, so we just stayed in London and didn't go back. Sylvia also found a simple house in London and bought it, so it doesn't make much difference whether I go back or not."

So you bought a new house? !Harry slipped his hand while dragging the large suitcase, and the suitcase slammed against the door of the box with a loud noise. Ginny stood beside Harry in a daze.During the summer vacation, I watched Bella buy Kreacher with money, but to buy a house... How much is that? !Camille said in a flat tone as if Sylvia bought a cup of coffee during the summer vacation!

After Harry and Ginny came back to their senses, they squeezed into the box with difficulty. Although Harry seemed to want to say something, he couldn't lift his huge suitcase and put it on top of his head. Talk while on the rack.

Seeing Harry carrying the suitcases blushing and neck thick, Camille rolled his eyes in disgust, pulled out his wand and waved, Harry and Ginny's suitcases flew directly onto the luggage rack, and they were automatically arranged neatly, even on the luggage rack. The anti-drop ropes all fly up by themselves to tie up the luggage.

"Magic can be used on the train, but you are wizards." Camille said helplessly.

Embarrassedly pulling out his wand, Hedwig's cage floated onto the luggage rack by himself, Harry sat down a little awkwardly, rolled his eyes, and brought the topic back, "By the way, Hermione became a prefect, Syl Miss Via..." Harry paused suddenly.

It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized what Camille meant just now, and he widened his eyes, "Senior Sylvia became a female student union *blocked keyword*?"

"Yeah, nothing to be surprised about." Camille nodded as a matter of course, a little surprised that Harry is not the male prefect of Gryffindor, but her Transfiguration master application still needs to submit a lot of research materials, Camille only After thinking for half a second, she decided not to waste her precious time caring about Potter.

After Camille lowered his head and continued to bury his head in the hardcover book, which was thick enough to knock people unconscious, the box fell silent, and Harry and Ginny didn't even dare to say much.

But that's okay...Harry looked out the window and thought, he had encountered too much in the past few months, in fact, his head was still dizzy up to now.

First, Bellatrix, Voldemort's deranged supporter, was... no, she wasn't a good person, insisted the villain in Harry.But she can't be said to be a pure badass either...Harry is full of *masked keywords*.

Then a boy Slytherin student *blocked keyword*, died at the hands of Voldemort.

The sixth-grade Slytherin student named Selwyn should be another Voldemort who framed him and Sylvia and forced them to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Looks like another person other than Crouch Jr.But maybe he was also forced?Maybe he didn't mean to hurt him?Harry still remembered his pale and melancholy face, but he never had a chance to know the truth, a flash of green light, the Selwyn family lost a young heir.

The summer vacation was not peaceful, he and Dumbledore advocated that 'Voldemort has returned again' was regarded as a joke by the entire magical world.

The Daily Prophet has been telling readers all summer what a liar and a showman he is, Harry thought gloomily, not knowing who was staring at him on the way from the platform to the box. Look, the people who were whispering to each other believed those lies.

Next... Harry frowned, closed his eyes, and he seemed to be able to smell the sea and hear the crashing waves.

In that deep and gloomy seaside cave, after Sirius cut his arm to help Principal Dumbledore undo Voldemort's mechanism, and lost blood, he looked very weak, and he had to help his godfather into it slowly. cave.

Then Sirius volunteered to drink the milk prepared by Voldemort, and Harry could only stand by, trembling as he watched his godfather show the fear he had never seen before after drinking the shiny green milk. expression, he was rolling and screaming in pain on the ground, his breath getting weaker and weaker, but Professor Dumbledore didn't stop holding the drug, and firmly gave the pot of drug to Sirius to drink it down—— Naturally, they ended up with the fake pendant made by Regulus.

But they couldn't find Regulus from the dead bodies emerging from the dark lake. Sirius was completely unconscious. Principal Dumbledore had no problem dealing with those dead bodies without hurting them, but he had to protect them one by one. To confirm the identity of a dead body, Principal Dumbledore probably has more than enough energy...

He has gone through so much, all this loneliness, fear and being forced to face the Dark Lord, but the position of prefect was taken away by Ron...Harry was a little depressed, although he and Ron had fallen out before, But meeting in the old house every day during the summer vacation, the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed. Seeing that they might be reconciled, Principal Dumbledore ruined it with a stupid prefect badge.

Harry didn't want to admit that he was jealous, but he secretly evaluated himself and Ron. He didn't feel that he was worse than Ron at all, and he even experienced far more things than Ron.

Reminiscent of Dumbledore's strange indifference towards him recently, he was not sure if Dumbledore was also influenced by the gossip in the "Daily Prophet".

The train gradually entered the darkness, and it began to rain outside. In the silence, the sound of the box door being knocked made Harry clear himself from his chaotic thoughts.

Entering was Chrissy Ollivander, Harry's dance partner at last year's Yule Ball, who was supposed to be in her second year this year.

As soon as Chris entered the door, she said hello to Camille, "Good night, Senior Sister Camille, I'm here to pick up the materials I told you in the summer vacation letter."

Camille nodded, took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it to Chrissy who was standing at the door. Before Harry could raise his spirits to ask any questions, Hermione appeared at the door of the box.

"Oh! Chrissy, sorry!" Hermione bumped into Chrissy's back slightly.

"It's all right. Good night, Miss Granger." Chrissy's high-pitched voice sounded erratic, but it sounded like she was in a very good mood, and she greeted Hermione behind her, "Hi! Sister Slytherin, good night .”

Hermione entered the box together with Sylvia who was behind her. Sylvia sat down next to Camille, her whole body limply stuck to Camille's body as if her bones had been pulled out suddenly.

"Why aren't you a student *blocked keyword*! So tired! Why are you in a meeting! I'm so hungry..." Sylvia muttered something meaningless, until Camille got out of the chair beside her She grabbed a piece of pie from a food box that stood there and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Eat your food. It was you who went out in a mess without eating breakfast." Camille took the food box to the table and pushed it in front of Sylvia. Half of the grid inside was filled with lettuce and salad. You can tell at a glance It's not something that people like Camille, who are basically carnivores, want to eat.

"Oh! You actually prepared a salad for me!" Sylvia swallowed the mini pie in her mouth, and inserted a piece of green vegetable with bright eyes. Before eating, she didn't forget to kiss Camille's cheek hard a mouthful.

Camille and Sylvia showed affection as if no one else was there. Although Harry had seen a lot, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Ginny looked very envious. Hermione and Chris who were pulled by her to sit together seemed to be Studying the contents of the pouch she just got from Camille.

"Hmm... Hermione, the prefect's box is not bad?" Harry tried not to watch the interaction between the two seniors opposite.

"Ah! Well, it's more luxurious, but it's nothing." Hermione came to her senses when Harry mentioned this, and she was also surprised that Harry didn't become the prefect of Gryffindor.

"The Slytherin prefects are Malfoy and... Pansy." Hermione paused slightly when she said Pansy's name, guessing no one caught it.

Malfoy...Harry didn't know what to think of Draco.In the cemetery, he heard the voice of Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy - he had returned to Voldemort's side.

But is this really the case?After going through the incident with the Black family, Harry felt that he was now suspicious of everyone in Slytherin. Was he really thinking of those people as real villains, or did they have some reason?

"Who's the Hufflepuff?" Harry asked, and since he couldn't think of a reason, Harry decided to put the troublesome question aside for now.

"Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott," said Hermione quickly. "Ravenclaw's Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil."

"By the way, where is the male student *blocked keyword*?" Camille suddenly looked up from the book and asked Sylvia.

"Cedric Diggory," said Sylvia quickly, adding wickedly, "that little Hufflepuff boy you don't like very much."

Camille gave a 'tsk' to the strange gazes of the three girls opposite.

"Senior Camille doesn't like Diggory? Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"That's right! He's handsome... oh, but my sister has better ones." Ginny covered her mouth and laughed.

"Cam just thinks he looks weak. Everyone said last semester that he might be the representative of Hogwarts!" Sylvia explained with a smile.

But before they could start chatting about the new male student *blocked keyword*, the Hogwarts Express whistled - they were getting very close to Hogwarts.

"We have to change." Hermione jumped up from their seats, everyone hurriedly opened the box, put on the school gowns, and Sylvia and Camille, who came directly wearing the school gowns, sat in their seats and discussed profound topics in low voices. magic problem.

Finally, the train slowed down slowly, and various voices gradually sounded in the train. It was chaotic and noisy. Everyone was busy taking their luggage and pets off the luggage rack, walked out of the box, and crowded together on the aisle of the train, making a lot of noise. Laughing and playing.

Hermione pinned the prefect's badge on her clothes, and rushed out of the box aggressively, intending to maintain order, but Sylvia, who is one of the students *masked keywords*, had no intention of moving at all .

"Oh, there are eight prefects, and I wouldn't mind if I lost one. Look, Granger is in high spirits, isn't he?"