hp Ouroboros

"You can add some of your protective magic lines to that swamp corridor!" There was a hint of pleading in the deep and pleasant female voice, and at the same time as the words fell, Camille jumped out of the room.

"I'm not busy enough!" Sylvia complained, and then a white and slender hand stretched out from the room, grabbing Camille's Gryffindor who just turned to look into the room Gently pulling the tie stopped Camille's restless figure, and Sylvia also walked out of the room.

"Don't worry, look at your tie..." Sylvia raised her eyes and gave Camille a slight look, and stepped forward to help her rearrange the Gryffindor tie that looked like a dried carrot on her neck .

Putting on her beautiful tie, Sylvia took a step back, frowned, surveyed her wife, and sighed.

"Why are you sighing!" Seeing the disapproval in Sylvia's eyes, Camille jumped up like a furry cat, "I look good today too! Don't I look good!"

"It's so beautiful, you are so beautiful, but... come here, I have to help you with your shirt. As Miss Slytherin's wife, you can't go out and get ready like you used to. Attend class."

"It's sloppy..." Camille muttered, but obediently walked over to let Sylvia cast a bunch of colorful spells on her wrinkled white school shirt.

"Okay!" After finally making Camille's shirt look like it was just washed and ironed by the house elf, Sylvia finally patted Camille on the shoulder with satisfaction, and took her up arm, "Go to breakfast~ Mrs. Slytherin~"

"Oh, Merlin's pink diamond ring! Do you have to call it that... goosebumps are popping out!" Sylvia complained, but Sylvia didn't miss the slight curve of Camille's mouth.

After walking down one floor, Camille suddenly yelled strangely, "Hey! You just changed the subject! We are talking about the swamp corridor!"

Why did Gryffindor suddenly become shrewd when he mentioned adventure and battle? !Sylvia turned her head and rolled her eyes at the staircase wall covered with portraits. Fortunately, the portraits of Hogwarts always like to visit everywhere in the morning, so no one noticed this famous Slytherin Miss such an unrefined expression.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm very busy... Do the math yourself, I still haven't finished one-third of my next book, and I still have to find time to teach Potter Legilimency. There were more in the past few days." One item, guidance de..." Sylvia shut her mouth suddenly as she said that, and smiled and nodded to the few Ravenclaw students from the lower grades who came up from the stairs, and they were also happy. Sylvia said hello, until they walked up the stairs and walked away, Sylvia continued, but at this time she deliberately lowered her voice, "Instruct Draco to repair the disappearing cabinet...you know that thing has How difficult is it!"

"Oh! Please, look who I'm holding! The first Slytherin head in nearly 1000 years, a super genius with an unforgettable memory, the world's most beautiful girl..."

"Which book did you learn these words from?" Sylvia glared at her, angrily and funnyly patted Camille on the shoulder hard to interrupt her exaggerated name prefix.

"Recommended by a Hufflepuff... Ahem, that's not the point, the point is, my wife is number one in the world! Isn't that right! A stupid disappearing cabinet and a stupid Potter? That's trivial! So Look at the magic pattern..."

Hufflepuff's book can actually train this black lion who was rarely able to speak more than two sentences when meeting before, into Camille who can now open his mouth with a string of compliments? !Sylvia sighed helplessly, but what could she say, Cam has already said that.

"Okay, but..." Before Sylvia finished speaking, she was interrupted by Camille who jumped up excitedly, and she picked her up and turned around on the narrow stairs.

But before Camille's lips kissed, Sylvia quickly poked Camille away with her fingers, "Hey! Wait! I haven't finished talking yet, you can't just kiss like this, not this time I'll let you succeed!" —— Ever since Camille found out that as long as she kissed hard, not only can she shut up temporarily, but even make her forget what she said before, Camille has this tendency We must catch her 'bad habit' of gnawing a few bites in the past!

Seeing that the plan was not successful, Camille languished at a visible speed, and sluggishly walked towards the auditorium.

"No, it's useless to pretend to be sleepy!" Sylvia vowed, but she didn't look at Camille's suddenly lifeless back.

"I'll help you get the protective magic pattern on it, but there are two conditions. First, you can't put more than 4X magical creatures in it—including 4X!" Sylvia finally raised the volume a little, breaking the condition after listening The last thoughts of Camille who looked back with hope.

"Don't think I didn't know that you let the horse-shaped water monster in before!" Sylvia quickened her pace to catch up with Camille, who was sluggish again, "Speaking of the horse-shaped water monster...where did yours come from? I remember It is very clear that the horse-shaped water monster is on the Ministry of Magic's prohibited sales list, do you want to explain it?"

Camille was startled, and immediately stood up straight, as if the slumped and slumped state a few seconds ago was a phantom, she smiled, showing her shiny teeth, "Oh! That... um... yes, um , I think...yes, the horse-shaped monster...wouldn't walk into the swamp in the hallway by itself! Yes, it can't walk, heck, in that case..."

Sylvia glared at Camille, stepped into the auditorium first, and walked to the Gryffindor long table, "Second, you need to put a sign at the entrance of the swamp corridor to clearly state what exactly you put in there. What goes in - including all the magical animals and magical plants you throw in!"

"Oh, well... eh? All?!" Camille suddenly realized something was wrong, and hurried to catch up, "All? Including plants?!"

"Yes, all!" Sylvia said and sat down next to Hermione, "Good morning, Granger, is there any news? Why are you so serious?"

"All?! But I forgot about me..." Camille tried to defend herself while sitting across from Harry.

"Who told you to be so happy at the beginning and stuff things into it desperately! List it, or I will get rid of that swamp tomorrow. I don't want to die a few students in Hogwarts at all." Sylvia Ignoring Camille, who looked completely hopeless and stared silently, took the newspaper from Hermione, "Thank you, I'll take a look..."

After being in a daze for a while, she calculated in her head that she might spend in that swamp until the early morning. Camille finally let out a sigh of resignation, but before she could start enjoying her breakfast, she found that the opposite side had her head buried. Sylvia in the "Daily Prophet" hadn't made a sound, and Hermione sitting next to Sylvia and Harry next to her were not looking very well. Only then did she realize that she seemed to have missed some things.

"What's wrong?" Camille asked.

Asked by Camille, Sylvia finally raised her head from the newspaper, her beautiful ice-blue eyes were full of helplessness, and she spread the newspaper in her hand on the table.

On the front page, there are nine black-and-white photos of wizards, some smiling silently, and some haughtily tapping the frame with their fingers.Each photo is tagged with the name and the crime for which he was imprisoned in Azkaban: Anthony Dolohov, a wizard with a long, pale, distorted face who sneered at Camille, who murdered Gideon and Phoebe viciously The Ann Prewetts.August Rookwood, a greasy-haired, pockmarked man leaning against the frame with a bored expression, leaked Ministry of Magic secrets to You-Know-Who...

"The Ministry of Magic announced last night that a large-scale *blocked keyword* incident occurred in Azkaban..." Dou Da's words indicate that nine 'famous' Death Eaters just escaped from the so-called strictest magic prison out!

"There's still a tenth page," said Sylvia, and Camille folded the paper to the tenth page--"Ministry of Magic dead at St. Mungo's Hospital last night pledged to make full reply to death of Ministry of Magic Broderick Bode Investigation. 49-year-old Mr. Bode was strangled to death by a potted plant on his hospital bed, and the therapist failed to rescue him...”

"Broderick Bird?" Camille didn't quite understand the point of the news.

"You also know that I have some hidden 'allies' in the Ministry of Magic." Sylvia nodded to Hermione and Harry who looked at her in surprise, "This is probably something that any Slytherin family with a little brain will There's nothing surprising about what you do."

Sylvia then continued to look at Camille, "Someone told me that this Mr. Bird, he is a silent man, and he works in the Department of Mysteries."

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, Harry nodded, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I just told Hermione that I saw this man on the way to the trial during the summer vacation. And we went to St. Mungo's before." Saw him in the hospital when he was visiting Mr Weasley, and he just lay there staring at the ceiling."

"We also saw that potted plant..." said Hermione uneasily, her voice trembling a little, "the therapist said it was a Christmas present, it was by his bedside, and we should recognize it as the devil's web ..."

Sylvia patted Hermione on the back comfortingly, "It is basically certain now that there is something 'that person' wants to find in the Department of Mysteries..."

"Voldemort..." Harry suddenly interrupted Sylvia, which is not common, he looks very unhappy now, "I remember Sister Sylvia, you used to call him by his first name, why? Don't dare now!"

"Don't dare? No, calling him by his first name doesn't mean courage, Potter." Sylvia smiled coldly, and pointed to the newspaper on the table, "Now he has more and more loyal servants Now, he is regaining his strength, and what he couldn't do before doesn't mean he can't do it now-such as casting a spell on his name."

"The name of a powerful wizard is magical in itself, even the ones he makes up. Remember what I said? Much of a wizard's magic depends on a strong heart—a powerful wizard gets what he wants, and he thinks he If your names are magical, then they will be. You never know what kind of magic he put on his name, maybe not now, but there is no guarantee that he won't do it in the future. The simplest effect... magic You should understand Zongsi from the Ministry. The principle is similar. He can use his name as Zongsi to locate you. As long as someone dares to call him by his name, he can find you. In order to avoid the possibility of getting used to his name in the future. trouble, I'd rather start practicing not calling that name now."

"Recklessness and anger will not make you live longer, Mr. Potter, the world of magic is too big, we are all just ignorant little people, cautious and a little bit of awe may seem useless, but in the confrontation with 'that person', The one who survives to the end is the winner, isn't it?"