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What Sylvia never expected was that Professor McGonagall was the first to notice, or interpret the basket of food as a Slytherin's kindness.So when Professor McGonagall held the picnic basket and stopped Sylvia who had just finished a day of class and was about to wait for the dinner in the lobby, Sylvia showed a surprised expression.

"Professor McGonagall, what can I do?" Sylvia was surprised to see Professor McGonagall holding the picnic basket in his hand.

"Oh, Miss Cassandra, you are very kind to Camille, but I thought maybe you would be willing to hand over the food basket to her yourself?" Professor McGonagall looked at Sylvia with admiration.

Nice to Camille? !No, no, Professor McGonagall, there must be some misunderstanding here... The smile on Sylvia's face twitched, she just accidentally made too many cookies, and no one in Slytherin would eat someone else's. It's just something!

Although she completely disagreed with Professor McGonagall's thoughts, Sylvia continued to talk to the professor in a gentle tone, "Today? Isn't today...?"

"Yes, on a full moon night, Miss Cassandra." Professor McGonagall looked at Sylvia seriously and nodded with old eyes, "Principal Dumbledore always hoped that I could take you to see Camille's I have never agreed to the transformation of the full moon night, such a picture is not a burden that a young wizard should bear."

"And what made you change your mind?" asked Sylvia.

burden?It’s not that I haven’t seen Camille’s wolf form, and it’s not her who transformed on a full moon night. She stood there and watched Camille drank wolf’s poison. What burden can the comatose scene have?I was a little confused, but Sylvia immediately focused on 'Principal Dumbledore wants her to see it'. That Mr. Principal, who doesn't look like Gryffindor at all, doesn't know what he wants to do?

Professor McGonagall sighed, "Camille has never had many friends, and I also understand that her tragic experience in the past may be the main factor causing her lack of interpersonal skills. Miss Cassandra, you are actually Camille's only friend .” Speaking of which, Professor McGonagall raised the food basket in his hand.

"No one has ever done this for her, including me..." Professor McGonagall's tone was a little guilty, and she looked up with some crystal water in her eyes, "So I changed my mind, and I hope Miss Cassandra can see Her other side, and then truly become her friend, but this is not fair to you, so I have to ask you here." In the end, Sylvia thought that she was the most respected teacher in the entire castle. Like an ordinary kind old man, Professor McGonagall spoke almost in a pleading tone.

After confirming that only Professor McGonagall and her would be present at that time, Sylvia readily agreed to Professor McGonagall's request. She still trusts the dean of Gryffindor—if Principal Dumbledore To go with her, Sylvia felt that she might need to hesitate.

However, it may be that the old headmaster saw such trust, which is why he specially asked Professor McGonagall to take her there, so the small self-protection items that should be prepared must be brought, Slytherin always only trusts himself.

Sylvia returned to the dormitory, changed into a suit of clothes that were easy to move around, and put on a warm cloak that she could get rid of quickly. She put on the dark blue drop-shaped earrings that could shield small magic fluctuations, and a recent new One day, she made a platinum bracelet that could trigger a powerful Iron Armor Charm. Finally, she put on the deerskin boots that old Mr. Cassandra gave her in the hope that she would play Quidditch. Sylvia took her The silver curly hair was bundled behind his head, and he looked in the mirror, so there should be no problem!

Finally, Sylvia picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote a paragraph, and then cast a spell——if she does not return to the dormitory safely by tomorrow morning, this paragraph will be automatically copied and sent to different departments in the Ministry of Magic. Although the department and the newspaper office of the Daily Prophet felt that they would not encounter any danger, they always had to have a backup plan—it was no secret that the old headmaster had many political enemies, and no one could hurt her without paying the price.

When the entire Hogwarts students were happily preparing to enjoy the Halloween dinner in the auditorium, Sylvia quietly walked out of the gate of the castle without attracting anyone's attention.

Sylvia met Professor McGonagall outside the agreed castle, and Professor McGonagall handed her the basket of food and walked ahead to lead the way.

Sylvia was surprised to find that they were not going into the Forbidden Forest. She originally thought that Camille would be in a place like Hagrid's hut in the Forbidden Forest, or Professor McGonagall's house in Hogsmeade In the end, they completed the transformation of the full moon, but they ended up here.

At the junction of the wide lawn behind the castle and the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a huge tree - the Whomping Willow - was planted.This tree should be said to be a special kind of creature. Its branches generally shake slowly, like aquatic plants submerged in water, but sometimes it will stand still and pretend that it is an ordinary tree. Then when a bird or other animal is going to come close to rest, snap!The thick branches will kill them in an instant, which can be said to be a very dangerous plant.

Now the Whomping Willow is shaking slowly, and the branches are swaying back and forth. Sylvia believes that if Professor McGonagall takes a few steps forward, those branches will be knocked down mercilessly.

"Professor McGonagall, Camille is transforming here?" Sylvia asked uncertainly.

"There is a passage under the Whomping Willow, and it's there." Professor McGonagall took out his wand and directed a small stone on the ground to hit a knot on the tree trunk. "This way we can pass."

McGonagall took the lead and walked over. The Whomping Willow has been still since it was hit by the scar. Originally, even if it was beaten by those branches, it might not be able to rush over. Now the tree stands there quietly.

There was an inconspicuous hole at the root of the tree. Sylvia followed Professor McGonagall and slid down a dirt slope, but even after sliding to the bottom, there was only a very short tunnel. After walking this difficult way for a while, the tunnel began to rise and become wider and wider, and they could finally stand upright.

Walking out of the tunnel, it was a messy room, the old floor full of stains would make a creaking sound when walking over it, the furniture was broken and it was hard to see what it was, and the windows were all nailed with wooden boards, the whole room It looked eerie.

"Here, Principal Dumbledore has cast a sound-proof spell." Professor McGonagall stood on the left side of the room, and there was a door that opened to the stairs leading underground.

"This is the Shrieking Shack." Professor McGonagall said succinctly, she seemed to be in a heavy heart, and didn't say much, but before they went down, she looked at Sylvia again, her eyes full of exhaustion sorry.

They walked down the trembling broken stairs to the basement, and opened a door...

The food basket in her hand fell to the ground, and Sylvia looked at the scene in front of her. Her mouth was slightly opened, but she didn't know what to say. She felt that there were hands strangling her neck, and she even felt breathless.

That's what Sylvia thought she would see, Camille who drank the potion and fell asleep, but she didn't fall asleep. Camille was lying on the ground screaming in pain. She was wrapped around a wrist-thick iron chain. The limbs were also locked by the same iron chains, and even a chain was locked around the neck. The heavy iron chain pressed Camille to the ground, and she twitched and let out a shrill cry on the ground.Occasionally, a white light flashed on those chains, and Sylvia saw the words in the flash, which were runes—these chains were all engraved with white magic that used runes!

A dark creature on a chain concocted with white magic? !Are these people crazy? !

Camille's painful yells kept ringing in her ears. Until now, Sylvia had never felt such a strong anger in her heart. She turned her head suddenly and looked at Professor McGonagall angrily, "How can you Tether her with such a chain! That's white magic! That's white magic written in runes!! Do you want her to die!!"

Sylvia angrily screamed at Professor McGonagall, the only one present who was also Camille's temporary guardian: "Where's Wolfbane?! Why didn't she take the medicine?! Don't you just buy those medicines because she doesn't have money?" ..."

"This is Miss Camille's own request..." Professor McGonagall interrupted Sylvia's angry questioning softly, with tears in the corner of her eyes, and she didn't even turn her head to look at Sylvia who was rude to the professor.

The anger in Sylvia's heart suddenly seemed to be punched on the cotton, and there was nowhere to vent it.What is the reason? !Would they agree if Camille asked them to kill her? !

Sylvia had never dealt with such angry and complicated emotions, so she had no choice but to suppress those emotions that she didn't know how to vent, and turned her head to look at Camille who was still twitching and struggling on the ground, and then she discovered something unusual: Camille The deformation lasted too long.

Most of the transformation of werewolves will be completed within tens of seconds or even just a few seconds after the moon rises. It is said that the severe pain will instantly make them lose consciousness, and the manic wolf nature easily replaces their humanity. They go from wizards to mindless monsters in less than a minute.

But Camille's metamorphosis had obviously lasted longer than a few minutes, which is not normal.

Suddenly, a terrifying thought popped up, and Sylvia took a deep breath. She hurriedly glanced at Camille, and then she saw the black mane on Camille's arm gradually retracting into the skin , it didn't take long to grow out again...

Her vision gradually blurred, she blinked, and something fell from her eyes.

Since she became sensible at the age of four, Sylvia has never 'really' cried.She learned by herself to isolate all the good and bad things and people, so that they gradually become like the stories in the books, which may be interesting or cruel, but those have nothing to do with her anymore, she Become an indifferent spectator.As she grew older and learned more, her heart remained as calm as ever, and she thought that nothing in the world could touch her anymore.

She was wrong... Facing such a tragic miracle in front of her, yes, she had to describe it as a miracle, and she found that she was wrong.

"How long has she been like this?" Sylvia asked, her choked voice sounded hoarse, and it's not polite to talk to a professor like this, but she didn't care about it at the moment .

"From the beginning, Miss Cassandra..." Even though Sylvia didn't say specifically, Professor McGonagall knew exactly what she was referring to, "from the second month after the seven-year-old Miss Camille was bitten From the beginning, until now..."

"I've never read it in a book..." Sylvia said uncertainly, and the crystal tears fell again, hitting the dilapidated wooden floor and smashing into pieces.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore and I have both lived for a long time, let alone met, we have never even heard of it..." Professor McGonagall said softly, almost dreamily.

Professor McGonagall's words confirmed Sylvia's thoughts - Camille was resisting wolf's poison, relying on her own strength...

It has been 10 minutes since the full moon rose, and Camille is still lying on the ground. Although her black mane has grown out and her hind feet have completely turned into a wolf shape, she still has a hair that is slightly opened from time to time. In Jin Guang's eyes, it is not difficult to see that the unyielding humanity and the brutal wolf nature are still fighting in her mind.

In the confrontation between sanity and madness, the physical pain does not abate one bit.The crackling sounds of broken bones or dislocations came from almost every corner of her body. Just standing by and listening to those sounds made people feel creepy, needless to say what kind of pain Camille was suffering.The rough wolf hair stretched open the tiny pores on Camille's human skin, which is a more intuitive pain. Those wolf hairs that are far thicker than human pores grow out of Camille's skin brutally, and every wolf that grows out Blood was all over the fur, and it dripped onto the dilapidated wooden floor, and it didn't take long for it to accumulate in a puddle. If you look at it from a distance, Camille's whole body is a bloody mess.

Gradually, Camille's human screams of pain were replaced by the howls of wolves, and the wolves had already reached their necks, and another 10 minutes had passed by this time.

As night fell, nearly 10 minutes had passed since the full moon lifted into the sky, and Camille finally completely turned into a wolf.Opening his eyes again, only the crazy wildness remained in the golden wolf pupils, and now it was 'it'.

Those wrist-thick iron chains were no burden at all to this two-meter-long wolf who was also a magical creature. It stood up and made the chains rub against each other. The white magic on the chains now It's all lit up.

Those chains caused excruciating pain to the black wolf, but under the influence of wolf's poison, the pain was not so obvious, it had more important things to do - it smelled of humans and had to tear them apart. ..shredded...

The moment the black wolf stood up, it pounced in the direction of Sylvia, and then was pulled by the iron chain fixed on the ground and stopped in place. It didn't care what was blocking it from moving forward, but He kept pulling at his body, howled and opened his mouth to bite the air towards Sylvia. The wound he suffered when he resisted Wolf's Poison before healed quickly, but the blood that had flowed out stuck the wolf fur to the At the same time, the blood in its mouth dripped down in the violent biting action of its mouth, and some of it also turned into blood-colored foam around its mouth.

Not to mention the rationality of human nature, it doesn't even have the thinking ability of ordinary animals, and the only thing left in its mind is the rage that wants to tear apart the human beings in front of it.

Looking at the wolf that was pulled by the iron chain but still violent, its sharp teeth opened and closed not far in front of her, the tyranny in its eyes seemed to break free from the chain and bite her to death, but Sylvie Ya suddenly felt relieved, at least the brave girl didn't need to endure such terrible pain anymore.