hp Ouroboros

There's a surprising thing going on among studious Ravenclaws lately - they see a Gryffindor in the library every day? !oh!That dark-haired Gryffindor first-year girl who looks very fierce, by the way, the Hufflepuffs call her Black Lion.

It is impossible to see the same Gryffindor students in the library every day. Most of them like to mess around in the lounge while chatting and doing their homework. It is rare to see a group of students at the end of the term. A bunch of grumpy Gryffindors (and Hufflepuffs).

There is a good thing that the third-year Ravenclaw girl looked very distressed when she saw the black lion spread the books all over the table for four consecutive days, and finally couldn't help but stepped forward to ask if she needed help.

"Any spell that I can quickly learn that will allow me to call back Sylvia in Slytherin!" These are the original words of the black lion. With her vicious expression, it is easy to think that she is actually What I'm looking for is a spell that can directly kill that beautiful and smart girl.

But this also made Ravenclaws, who are rarely curious about other people's affairs, finally heave a long sigh of relief. At least Camille doesn't intend to threaten their position in the final rankings-this year's No.1 has already been guessed to be reserved for Stanley. Sylvia Cassandra of Leitlin is gone, at least the last few can't be lost!

Camille's classmates in Gryffindor appreciate this answer very much. Many classmates and senior sisters have contributed their little jinx cheats, and no one looks at the class with strange eyes and rushes to answer with Sylvia. Camille.

The reason why Camille is so angry besides being robbed of food...

Camille got off the boring History of Magic on Monday morning and walked to the first floor, ready to turn a corner and go to the lobby for lunch.

"Tangled to death." A beautiful female voice came from beside her, and Camille, who was thinking about the veal steak for lunch, tripped over his entangled shoelaces in an instant, and fell forward hard to the ground.

"Cassandra!!" Camille growled furiously.

"I've said it all, don't be distracted while walking." Sylvia had a decent smile on her face, and she raised her foot to step over Camille.

Before Camille reached out to grab her feet, Sylvia's white wand revealed its tip from under her robe, and cast another spell on Camille, "Petrificus Totalus (Petrificus Totalus)."

"Concentrate on walking, remember!" Sylvia smoothly stepped over the petrified and immobile Camille, turned around and squatted down in front of her with a coquettish smile, took out Camille's wand and put it on her At hand, "I think those kids who can't run as fast as you after class will come over soon, maybe you can break the spell yourself before then? You see, I kindly put all the wands at your hand, so , I wish you success in breaking the curse!" After speaking, he seemed in a very good mood and walked to the hall with graceful steps.

Camille, who was petrified that day, relied on the werewolf's magic resistance to barely move a few fingers, got the wand, and tried several spells to stop before finally being able to sit up. The students who were about to go to the hall for dinner after class saw Camille from Gryffindor sitting on the ground with disheveled clothes and hair at the bottom of the stairs.

This woman is absolutely crazy! !

Ever since Sylvia kindly helped her finish the last day of labor service that day, I don’t know what this woman is going crazy from the next day, as long as she sees Camille on the road, on the premise that she won’t attract the attention of the professors Next time, Sylvia would throw a little jinx or two at her.

A month has passed, and Camille doesn't know how many times she fell to the ground by Sylvia's little curse, and how many times her book flew away as if it had grown wings, causing her to chase after her. Run, look around for the last time and see that there is no one around, and the werewolf was so angry that he jumped up and grabbed those damn books-this must have been done by that annoying woman! !

Of course, Camille fought back many times, but the simple attacks of fists, legs and feet have no effect on the neuropathy who is always vigilant. In the castle, Camille cannot transform into a wolf. Instead of wearing Sylvia's Iron Armor Charm, I almost injured my fingers a few times.

In the second place...Camille couldn't count the number of times. She was pushed away by Sylvia's strange spell of "gas expansion" that she had never even heard of. , bumped into the hollowed-out window sill of the corridor, fell straight out, and lay on the grass outside the corridor with all fours in the air. After being ridiculed by the passing Slytherins for a long time, Camille decided to go to the library to seriously study various A possible spell to use.

Time passed like this in the offensive and defensive battle between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin flying around with private spells, waiting for Sylvia in Potions class (one of the only classes where the two agreed to a truce) , the other is Transfiguration class) suggested that they need to temporarily stop their "little activities" to concentrate on preparing for the final exam, Camille suddenly realized that it was already the end of the semester.

Frantically preparing for the end-of-semester exam, Camille looked distressedly at the History of Magic textbook, which had no notes at all, and the astronomy notes, which he didn't know what was written in when he opened it now. Ryffindor is a similar situation.The senior sister’s notes are also completely unreliable—the first-year history of magic textbook that Camille’s second-year roommate Laura left in the dormitory is newer than hers, at least she bought a second-hand textbook with some crooked notes on it Woolen cloth!

"Boom!" Camille slammed her head on the library table. Forget about the history of the goblin rebellion, why did she still remember the time when the automatic stirring crucible was invented? !Does Professor Snape know the time? !Presumably he doesn't even bother to memorize this, because he doesn't allow anyone to use that 'stupid invention'! !

"It seems that someone is in a little trouble?" Camille immediately raised her head with a defensive look on her face. She is very sensitive to Sylvia's erratic voice now. That person always uses a kind of gloating or genuine She spoke in such a happy tone, the whole school, no, probably only this psychopath in front of her in the whole world can speak like this, really annoying!

"No! Isn't it a truce at the end of the term? Why did you come here?" Camille frowned with thick black eyebrows and asked very rudely.

Sylvia showed that weird smile that made Camille very irritated again. She put her hand on the table and tapped the table with her fingertips. Only then did Camille realize that she had just put two thin notebooks on the table.

"Oh, I just thought maybe you would need to refer to the notes on History of Magic and Astronomy? Of course, I may have misunderstood, so see you in the exam room the day after tomorrow." Sylvia put her hands on the two notebooks as she said, Looks like it's going to be taken back.

"Crack!" Camille reached out and pressed Sylvia's notebook extremely quickly. After holding back for a while, he gritted his teeth and said reluctantly, "Yes, I need your notebook..."

As if some scheme had succeeded, Sylvia showed a big smile, her silver-blue eyes showed a playful twinkle, and she moved her hand to let Camille take her notes reluctantly but slowly. Slowly drag her over there.

"I'm so happy, I finally heard that cutie said that she needs me!" Sylvia forcefully misinterpreted Camille's meaning, and whispered playfully.

"Notebook!! What I need is your 'notebook'!! And I'm not called cute!!" Camille felt that she was going to have a brain hemorrhage, especially now that she was in the library and couldn't scream .

Sylvia obviously wasn't worried about the cerebrovascular health of Camille, whose cheeks were flushed with anger, but at least she didn't try to stimulate Camille anymore. She turned around and took two steps away, as if she suddenly remembered something, and turned her head to look To Camille, "Seriously, don't remember the time and inventor of the automatic stirring crucible. Professor Snape doesn't care about it. When will we worry about it, what do you think?"

Two days later, Hogwarts began its final exams.

The Ravenclaws and the Slytherins stared at each other for a rare moment, and both sides grinned grinningly as they walked into the examination room, as if they were entering the dueling arena instead of the examination room.Gryffindors usually cheer each other up with their fellow Hufflepuffs, or they just walk into the examination room with a sigh and a sad face—of course there are always some Gryffindors who take the exams more than clouds, such as the first-year Wei The Sly twins.

Seeing the happy faces of the two of them, a classmate who had nowhere to go and felt that the future was bleak thought that they had finished their studies. Unexpectedly, their answer was...

"Oh dear, why memorize History of Magic? Those are old days." One of the twins put his arm on the poor boy's shoulders and said in an operatic way.

"We want to look forward to the future! A bright future is waiting for us ahead!" The other twin immediately put the boy on the other side of the shoulder, and connected with the same funny tone.

"I don't know if the other students have a bright future. I only know that if the three of you don't go into the examination room and sit down, you probably won't have any future at all." Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly appeared from behind the three of them. The three little lions, who were so frightened that they were fearless, all jumped up, shut their mouths in desperation and hurried into the examination room.

The history of magic is proctored by Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor. Sylvia thinks it is a wise decision. What Gryffindors are most afraid of is their dean and the dean of Slytherin. Professor Pu is going to invigilate the Potions exam in the afternoon, and now he has sent Professor McGonagall to invigilate the History of Magic exam, which finally saves the little Gryffindor wizards who regard the history of magic as dung from crumpling up their exam papers and throwing them around to make a fuss and disturb others. troubles of play.

"Boom!!" The huge ancient clock in the clock tower of Hogwarts rang, and the little wizards' one-year study in the magic school also came to an end.

Putting down her pen, Camille breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't rush out of the exam room as noisy as her other classmates, she was probably the only Gryffindor who could calmly sit in her seat and pack up her things after the exam up.

A figure took the seat in front of Camille and turned to face her.Oh, it's this woman again... Camille rolled her eyes and continued to collect things, she doesn't even need the woman to make a sound to know it's her now, not a good sign...

"How about it, my notes are not bad?" Sylvia teased in a good mood.

Camille took out her two notebooks and threw them to her. It is true that this woman is a bit annoying, but her notebooks are really nothing to say.

In fact, after Sylvia left that day, Camille opened the notebook and thought she had been fooled by that psychopath again. There was not much content in the two thin notebooks, each of which was only a few three or five pages. Write down all the contents.But Camille, who had no time to read the textbooks, could only memorize them through gritted teeth.

As a result, when the history of magic and astronomy examination papers were opened, Camille was stunned——Sylvia took notes and all of them appeared on the examination papers? !If it wasn't for some parts that were missing from her notes, Camille would have wondered if this person had the audacity to steal the test papers.Relying on Sylvia's notes to write [-]% of the exam papers, excluding some that were not memorized or memorized incorrectly, Camille estimated that she would pass these two subjects just right.

But she can't make Sylvia too complacent, and Merlin knows if this crazy woman will become even crazier if she knows that her notes are helpful... "Hmph, your notes are just so little, and there are many more I didn't remember it!" Camille said pretending to be disgusted.

Sylvia widened her eyes and looked at Camille with an innocent look, "How do I know that you completely rely on my notes and don't even read the book? I only memorized the more difficult parts, and the rest. . . . " She stood up and put away her notes.

"The rest of the content is so simple, I just read it and memorized it. Why do you need to take notes, right?" She raised her legs and followed Professor McGonagall, and when she passed by Camille, she bent down and added in her ear Said "Little idiot!"

"Sylvia Cassandra!!" Camille stood up and shouted.

"Oh! Miss Camille, you don't need to shout so loudly, Miss Cassandra is right next to you! What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall asked with a frown.

Camille's anger was choked at once, and this annoying Sylvia would often find occasions where her anger could not erupt to irritate her.

"Nothing Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, Camille just wanted to thank me for borrowing her reference notes two days ago." Sylvia answered Professor McGonagall's question politely, but when the professor turned to look at Camille, she Hiding behind the professor, he silently grinned at Camille and blinked.

"Yes...Thank you..." Under the eyes of Professor McGonagall, Camille had to thank him bluntly.