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After two comfortable days without class, the report card for this school year was sent out. Camille looked at the report card and got an O in Charms. She was surprised, but immediately thought that she had been with her almost all the time this semester. Sylvia's spell offensive and defensive battles, the time spent in the library and countless attempts at various spells were not in vain after all-if this process can prevent her from being so embarrassed every time, she Maybe I will thank Sylvia...

Camille felt that her feelings for Sylvia were really complicated. This annoying woman could think of different tricks to tease her every time, but Camille often found that there was a good result in the end, as she often did this semester. He was stumbled and embarrassed by Sylvia's various little curses, and was often laughed at by other students, but after an arduous struggle, he finally got a perfect O in the spells he was not good at; Like those two thin notebooks with almost no content, although Sylvia's tone was sarcastic, but in the end, she could at least take both History of Magic and Astronomy relying on Sylvia's incomplete but clear notes. Passing A.

Sylvia's grades lived up to expectations, and she won the first place in the grade with an astonishing score of all O's in eight subjects in the first grade.Camille rolled her eyes silently when she saw the name of the No. [-] Sylvia - based on Sylvia's usual terrible performance in flight lessons, she must have used some cunning trick Can you get an O in the final exam of the flight class? Sure enough, everyone's eyes are blind.

In the Slytherin lounge, as usual, a celebration similar to a simple banquet was held after winning the Academy Cup. Everyone in the lounge was smiling, but the atmosphere of joy flowing among the glasses was minimal, Cyr As No.1 in the first grade, Via was congratulated by several heirs of the so-called pure-blood nobles. She kept smiling and greeted them, and occasionally even answered some questions with ease when they were discussing the homework of the senior year. The aristocratic heirs who look down on others have left a deeper impression on a character like Sylvia.

Of course, these shrewd Slytherins have seen Sylvia's open and secret struggles with Camille of Gryffindor this semester. Her extremely precise timing has long won the silent approval of the little snakes in the academy, and now she can be regarded as being squeezed into among the characters who can say a few words in the academy.Sylvia said goodnight to the others gracefully and politely, and returned to her room alone.

Sylvia closed the door and leaned on the door panel to look at her room: the desk was full of potions laboratory utensils, some of them were even piled on the floor, and there were some piles on the floor near the bookshelf that she had finished reading. Books, as for the bookshelf, it is full of books and notes about potions and potion materials that Professor Snape signed and agreed for her to pack and take home, so that Miss Cassandra can so as not to lose what little intelligence she has'.

On the bedside table was the alchemy trinket she was trying to make, the result of her rune research, which she managed to make after breaking a few of the trinkets that most of the Slytherin allies sent for Christmas An earring, yes, one, not a pair... and the rune research notes she compiled by herself are still placed under her pillow - she really has no place to put more things, so she has to use the pillow as a storage place .

Sylvia always felt that she was walking on a glorious road. The further she walked, the more she could see the flower petals that people laid on the ground for her, and respectful congratulations came from both sides. Kneeling at her feet, they can do no more harm to her.

But sometimes...suddenly, but also feeling a little tired, it seems that only at these times Sylvia can remember that she is only a 12-year-old child, and she is actually walking on a long and rough road, like He is a pioneer, in the wilderness full of poisonous insects and thorns, trying to find the place called the glorious road long ago.

Sylvia took a deep breath, and retracted the sudden fragility into the hard heart she had built.She made a promise to herself that she would get to the end of the road, that she would keep going no matter what, even if it meant nothing, to the end.

It's just that she never thought that this road would be so lonely... A small and tired voice sounded in Sylvia's heart.

The end of glory must only be enjoyed by one person alone, that is not loneliness, it is just a rehearsal before sitting on the throne alone to receive pilgrimage, Sylvia sneered at her own weakness.

Opening the closet, she wanted to take a shower before continuing her research, but Sylvia saw a stupid Diagon Alley printed in the corner from the closet stuffed with various potion materials and utensils. A glass bottle with the name of the biscuit shop, and a blooming Frost flower was placed in it—that was the only potion ingredient she refused to use.

"Pfft..." Sylvia laughed softly. Maybe she can relax a little bit tonight. Those books and knowledge will not fly away overnight. Finally, she plans to let herself go a little bit, just today At night, she promised herself again.

Hogwarts serves the whole school breakfast for the last time in the morning, and students from various houses gather together.

The Gryffindors were excitedly discussing their return to the Quidditch Cup, and some worried about what to do with them next year after Charlie Weasley graduated.The atmosphere at the long Hufflepuff table was still harmonious. Everyone was rustling and exchanging gossip they had heard from other colleges, and occasionally laughed heartily.

The Ravenclaws are quite satisfied with the announcement of this year's results. In the key theaters of the first year, except for No.1, which was undoubtedly won by Miss Sylvia Cassandra of Slytherin, Ravenclaw Lao's first-year students won two or three places, and they also won seven places in the top ten. The results are gratifying.

The long table in Slytherin was as safe and orderly as ever, with only a few whispered conversations and the occasional crisp sound of clinking glasses. Unlike most young wizards in other colleges, most of them would meet many times during the summer vacation, after all With such a long summer vacation, there are quite a few families holding summer banquets.

Being invited by several small families to attend their summer gathering, Sylvia put on a wry smile, moved out of the 'holiday research' left by Professor Snape as an excuse, and refused with good reasons——Snape valued West Sylvia's message made some people in the chief position pay attention, and they exchanged words silently with their eyes.

The red Hogwarts Express train has stopped at the terminal station a little far from the castle. The little wizards dragged their luggage and walked towards the station. No one will notice this at all.

Sylvia dragged the little box she brought to school when she was in the first grade. She shrunk all the books in her entire bookcase and stuffed them in. She also cast an extra levitation spell, at least pretending that it was a normal little box. Well, the smaller the book doesn't mean the lighter it is, she can't drag the books in the entire bookcase.

Walking up the stairs to the door on the first floor, I saw Camille saying goodbye to a few Gryffindors. It seems that the "spell attack and defense battle" between her and Camille really brought this little werewolf a lot of trouble. Less benefits—those Gryffindors are obviously older students, so it doesn't take much to know that someone like Camille who doesn't even have the same names as the students in his class will know the senior students. She provides the 'revolutionary emotion' built up by a few minor jinxes.

Sylvia thought of the stubbornness of the werewolf lady a little amusedly. Obviously, the strength of the spell was not very good. After being teased by her, she never thought of going to the professors to complain. Instead, she made up her mind to do it. With less effort, her stupidity is so determined that it makes people laugh and cry.It was the last offensive and defensive battle before their 'truce', and Sylvia was surprised to find that Camille had improved a lot. They fought back and forth that time, and were almost caught by the passing professor.

However, Camille's curse got an O because of this, which she didn't expect.Sylvia was a little surprised when she saw Camille's grades on the grade announcement board. Although this little werewolf only got a pass in History of Magic and Astronomy, he got an O in Transfiguration as expected, and the Magic He also got an O in Cursing, and by virtue of his grades of all E's in other subjects, he suddenly rose to prominence in Gryffindor in the first year, which can be regarded as one of the best - two O's are okay, but he can get E's in Potions. There is no Gryffindor at all except Camille.

Hmm...was it helping her too much?The reason Sylvia originally borrowed her notes was to sympathize with Camille, who might have to spend a long time with Professor McGonagall during the summer vacation. No need to think about it, the old professor who is as strict with others as he is with himself will not allow Camille The transcript shows *masked keywords* why failing grades.As a result, not only did Camille pass the two most hated subjects, but she even got an O in Charms, which she might not even be able to get an E at the level of her freshman year!Potions studies included her usual grades—Sylvia thought she had saved Camille’s brewing deviation many times in class—so Professor Snape, who always hated Gryffindor, had to give An E!

The senior Gryffindor students walked away. Camille was still wearing her school uniform and didn't carry her luggage. It seemed that she planned to leave with Professor McGonagall later... Sylvia turned her silver blue With beautiful eyes and delicate eyebrows, she thought she had the responsibility to teach Camille to learn to thank her classmates who helped her.

No one was paying attention to them, Sylvia didn't take out her wand, stretched out her slender fingers, and stroked lightly in the air, "Slip and fall..."

Standing by the door, Camille just turned his head and wanted to go back to the dormitory, when suddenly his feet slipped forward inexplicably, and he fell backwards with a sound of "Boom!", and fell on his back.Even if someone saw Camille fall now, they would feel that she turned her head too hard and slid by herself. Only Camille understood the reason.

It was so good, here it is again... Camille sat on the ground without standing up immediately, showing a gritted expression and looked at Sylvia who came out of the corner with a small box and smiled.

The person walked to the door and stopped to look at Camille. She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes drooping, and there was a playful smile on the corner of her mouth. The sunlight illuminated her delicate and deep facial features as if she had deliberately chosen an angle. Camille thought she could see the fine hairs on her face. A breeze blew into the gate of the castle. Sylvia raised her white and slender arm to press down the silver hair stirred up by the warm wind. It is the suet jade used in potions class, it looks delicate but fragile, Camille thought.Although the irritable expression was still on his face, Camille was rarely angry in his heart.

"You should always pay attention to your side, don't you?" Sylvia looked down at Camille who was sitting on the ground, and suddenly found that she really liked the perspective of looking down on her. This little werewolf grew up too fast. She was a little taller than her, and in just one year she had to raise her head to see her expression. For the first time, Sylvia thought of her biological parents who had never met before, oh, Merlin, I hope they don't let her height hold her back.

Not intending to listen to Camille's possible outburst of anger, Sylvia finally smiled at Camille, "It seems that an O in the first grade of Charms didn't bring you much help, maybe you don't mind the summer vacation Try a little bit harder when you're here? Otherwise, next year I might regret looking for another more challenging opponent. See you in two months, cutie!"

This crazy woman finally doesn't plan to bother her anymore? !What a great news!Camille even ignored the 'cute' nickname that always made her irritable in an instant, she got up from the ground and walked back to the dormitory, took the luggage she didn't have much at all, and passed the fireplace in her office with Professor McGonagall Return to the professor's hut in Hogsmeade.

The moment Camille sprinkled the Floo powder, she suddenly came back to her senses——No!How could she just admit defeat like this! !One day she will beat that woman to the ground!