hp Ouroboros

It wasn’t until the first day of school that Camille discovered the stupid report on the Daily Prophet (I’m sorry for the swear words, but even without the beetle reporter’s scribbling in that newspaper, it seems that the level of reporting is still intellectually worrying) How much influence does it have on Potter.

In the morning in the Gryffindor lounge, doing morning exercises and stretching exercises after taking a shower, I heard the sound of the door slamming from the boys' dormitory. In my memory, it should be a boy from Potter's class who walked quickly with a straight face. Take the scare stairs, then rush out of the lounge, moving as quickly as if Peeves was chasing him.

But the most obvious one should be the breakfast time. Camille watched a group of Ravenclaws tightly squeezed into the auditorium - because behind them was written by the "Daily Prophet" and Dumbledore Principal Lido is pretty much a liar.

"...Yeah, we should really try to make friends with people like that," Harry said sarcastically to Hermione, taking his old seat, next to and across from Camille.

I didn't hear what Harry and Hermione were talking about, but thinking about the appearance of the group of Ravenclaws and the unusual song of the Sorting Hat yesterday, Camille probably understood that Granger should be trying to keep Potter from going Care about the attitude of those people.

In the face of a great enemy, internal strife is not a wise choice... Camille rolled his eyes, everyone understands the truth, but seeing that even Ravenclaw believed in that stupid newspaper, let's not talk about Potter, Camille I feel that there is little hope for the future of the wizarding world.

The weather outside matched Harry's particularly irritable temper today. When the owls rushed into the auditorium, trying to pollute Camille's breakfast with rainwater on their wing feathers and wet newspapers and letters, Camille decisively pulled out his wand Cast a protective spell on herself - this is not the slightly failed magic she used in Diagon Alley, today's slightly improved transparent protective cover is perfect for the Gryffindor table where feathers and rain are flying around The chaos at the table, isolated from Camille and her already piled breakfast plates.

"Why are you still ordering that?" Yuri Acgn Harry said angrily as Hermione took a soggy newspaper from a barn owl.

"It's better to understand what the enemy is saying." Hermione said, then turned to Camille and asked, "Sister, do you want to see it?"

Camille swallowed the beef short ribs in his mouth and nodded, "Okay, you look at it first, and tell me what I should look at later."

"Why are you all interested in a pile of trash!"

"Entertainment, or do you really think that Hermione, me, or Syl would actually believe the nonsense said?" Camille raised his eyebrows, as if planning to re-examine his IQ.

"Entertainment...entertainment?" Harry couldn't believe it, and Hermione, who was flipping through the newspaper quickly, was temporarily distracted by Camille's 'novel' statement.

Camille took another piece of chocolate pie for himself and took a bite, "Don't we all know the truth? Isn't that entertainment? What is it? Watching other people foolishly believe this and that, and make yourself feel refreshed Xixi, isn't it very interesting!"

Perhaps it was Camille's words that gave Harry a new direction of thinking. When Professor McGonagall came to hand out the timetable, he even smiled and thanked her—but after looking at the timetable, Harry's mood fell again .

"Look at today!" Harry sighed. "History of Magic, two Potions classes, Divination class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and the one called Umbridge's women, all on the same day!"

"Hehe, my timetable is not any better," Camille said, throwing the timetable on the table with a disgusted expression. "The first period is Defense Against the Dark Arts! Merlin's fluffy pink sweater!"

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Camille and Sylvia ate breakfast on the first day of school at their respective long tables, and met at the entrance of the auditorium to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, they found Umri Professor Qi is already sitting behind the podium.She was wearing the fuzzy pink cardigan she wore last night and the black velvet bow on top of her head.

Sylvia heard a weak wail from Camille beside her, and her steps even slowed down a few steps.

"Now I think Principal Dumbledore's robe with golden stars on a purple background is passable, huh?" Sylvia chuckled in a low voice.

"You're so right..." Camille sat down, took out the textbook, and didn't even dare to glance at the podium, "Professor Dumbledore should be asked to be the...professor of Wuqi? Give a lecture on aesthetic taste."

"Umbridge." Sylvia added with a smile, "Unfortunately, she was sent by the Ministry of Magic. Although I think Mr. Principal would definitely be willing to accompany her to a clothing store, she might not be willing!"

Before Camille and Sylvia had finished choreographing Umbridge's weird taste in clothing, the bell rang for class.

"Good morning, students!" said Umbridge in her shrill, artificial voice, when the whole class was seated.

The whole class, the students in the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class of the four colleges, were all grown-ups, and they couldn't adapt to Umbridge's greeting like a child. Only a few students responded to her feebly.

"Tsk tsk, that won't work, will it? I want you to answer: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Good morning, students!"

Now everyone finally answered. Although Camille slandered Sylvia in a low voice, she thought that everyone just didn't want to continue listening to the terrible artificial voice of this strange professor.

"That's right," said Professor Umbridge coquettishly, looking very satisfied with the cooperation of a group of 'adult wizards'. "It's not too difficult, is it? Please put away your wand and get out your quill .”

In fact, Sylvia and Camille already knew that this semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would be an extremely boring theoretical professor after the school year's book list arrived.

However, to reach a new level of boringness like Umbridge... When Umbridge was still talking non-stop on the podium, Camille turned his head and rolled his eyes at Sylvia, which was not very standard—— She was so bored that she couldn't even roll her eyes.

Have students read books in class?How could this idiot be sent to teach students!Camille flipped through the "Magic Defense Theory Advanced" in disgust, which was especially harsh in the quiet classroom.

"Honey, do you have any questions about the content of this chapter?" Umbridge walked to Camille's table and asked Camille in an artificial voice.

"No, not books."

"Oh, we're reading now," said Umbridge. "If you have any other questions, we can talk about them after class."

"I just have a question about your teaching method." Umbridge just turned around to walk away, and Camille's words that sounded provocative drew the rest of the class to gasp, "Just read, How do we learn to use defensive spells?" The Weasley twins twisted their bodies diagonally in front of Camille, gave Camille a thumbs up on Umbridge's back, and did Umbridge's back again. Some weird expressions.

Professor Umbridge raised his eyebrows, "What's your name?"

"Camille, Camille Slytherin."

Not to mention that Umbridge in front of him uttered a short and sharp exclamation, and the students in the whole class started discussing immediately, and then someone suddenly pointed to Camille's left hand on the table and exclaimed, "Married! You guys are married!" Look! Wedding ring! On Camille's left hand!"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Sylvia smiled sweetly, and put her left hand on the table in a showy manner. The rings in the shape of a wolf and a snake on the left ring fingers of the two of them silently affirmed that Lavin just now Crowe students guess.

Umbridge seemed to be choking all of a sudden, took a few breaths, put on a flattering look and looked at Sylvia who was sitting next to Camille, "Then you must be Miss Slytherin." ?Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you again, Professor Umbridge. The last time I saw you was outside the Wizengamot court room, but you must have not noticed us at that time." Sylvia maintained her usual perfect expression He said to Umbridge with an impeccable smile, but the topic changed immediately, "But you seem to have not answered Cam's question. Ah, by the way, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my wife Camille."

"Ah, yes yes, Miss Camille, please allow me to call you that." After knowing that the Gryffindor student who provoked her was actually the partner of the famous Slytherin orthodox heir, Umbridge's whole body was full of emotion. The attitude was completely reversed, she even slightly bent her waist with barely visible curves, with a fake smile on her face.

"I can assure you two that I will not be attacked in my classroom. I am an education expert who has received professional training from the Ministry of Magic. Please rest assured, as long as you follow the standard curriculum set by the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic believes that , theoretical knowledge can help you pass the exam more effectively. After all, it is the purpose of the school to let students pass the exam. As long as you have learned the theory very solidly, there is no reason why you cannot cast the spell under the strictly controlled exam ’” Umbridge assured.

"I'm fine, professor, you continue." Camille also responded to Umbridge with a toothy grin that everyone could understand was a smirk, and when Umbridge turned and walked back to the podium, behind her He rolled his huge supercilious eyes in surprise.

"I gave up on her and was brainwashed by the Ministry of Magic." Camille shook her head and said to Sylvia in a low voice, "When you have her class, remember to remind me to bring the Transfiguration materials."

"Okay, then I'll bring something else. What do you think about me writing my book in class? The reminder from Lihen Bookstore made me think that if I don't hand in the manuscript, the editorial department will lead someone to attack Hogwarts." ..."

Camille and Sylvia's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was very dull, but in the afternoon, Harry and the others didn't have the experience of seeing people and smooth handling of things like the two seniors.

Harry Potter ushered in his first detention after school started.

As for why we say the first scene... Camille looked at Potter and Hermione in a corner of the lounge preparing to do their homework, but apart from the things spread out on the table, both of them had angry expressions on their faces, especially Potter, He looked as if he wanted to yell at Umbridge's toad face for hours - so Potter was really good at being able to hold back and yell or something in that face.She only asked one question, and within about a minute of looking at Umbridge, she couldn't stand it...yes, not being able to keep staring at Umbridge's face is one thing she would give up so readily An important reason to argue with Umbridge!

It seems that someone just can't learn to control their temper. Camille nestled in the corner of the lounge, and threw a biscuit into her mouth leisurely, not remembering that she was the one who exploded at the first moment.