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It's almost the summer of the year again, and Sylvia is sitting on the hillside of Slytherin. The view from this position is not the best in the Slytherin manor, but it always seems to have a kind of magic that makes people calm down.

The castle of Hogwarts is just opposite the creek under the hill. As night falls, the orange light from the countless windows of the castle makes the castle have a stalwart no less than that of the day even at night, and it is even more impressive. It feels warm, and there are countless British wizards who have the best memories in their lives. It is not only a school, but also a home. It silently watches every student from ignorance to maturity, and everyone gradually becomes complete.

Sylvia agrees with a statement she heard before. It is said that human beings are broken, so all people spend their whole lives trying to find their other half. Some people fail unfortunately, but some people are always favored by fate. ..

At this moment, Camille walked up to Sylvia and sat down, her left arm was embracing their daughter Corona Slytherin who seemed to be falling asleep but was still struggling.

"Why did you run out?" Sylvia took the daughter who was reaching out to her for a hug, and asked gently while stroking her black hair.

"Mom, is my name really on the Hogwarts student roll?" Corona asked again, yawning.This was the seventh time No.30 worriedly asked this question after she learned that Hogwarts School would automatically record eligible young wizards in the student register last week.

Camille rolled her eyes a little beside her, and Sylvia, who was seen, glared at her and quickly sat down next to her.

"I'm sure, my little baby, mom is the principal, so sleep at ease."

After listening to Sylvia No.30's guarantee seven times, the 7-year-old Corona leaned on Sylvia's arms and quickly fell asleep contentedly.

"This little devil is so powerful and frightened. I don't know who he looks like!" Camille muttered and pulled Sylvia and her daughter into his arms.

Sylvia laughed. She remembered how the two of them boldly ran into the Forbidden Forest in the first grade, and she was almost injured by the centaur.

She turned her head to look at her heroic wolfhound, and Camille, who felt the sight, turned to look at her too - her golden eyes looked at her gently and intently.

The warm breeze blowing over the rolling hills, the soft rustling of the grass, the intertwined hair of Sylvia and Camille making silver and black waves in the breeze—everything is like Sylvie The dream that put Ya to sleep peacefully in the first grade-peaceful and beautiful.

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