hp Ouroboros

Sylvia has no memory of how she finally returned to her dormitory on the full moon night of Halloween. She only remembered that the mouth of Camille's transformed black wolf with sharp fangs was getting closer and closer to her, and then a red light flashed. When she woke up again, she was already in her silver-green bedroom.

Yes, Sylvia remembered that she walked towards the completely mad wolf like crazy at that time, and seemed to reach out her hand to touch it.It must have been brought back after being stunned by Professor McGonagall's stun spell.

Think Hogwarts can't afford a second werewolf or a scandal where a little wizard is killed by a werewolf.Heh...Look, after experiencing the shock yesterday, the first thing she thought of was calculation...Sylvia laughed at herself and fell back on the bed.

Last night, the unyielding and struggling in Camille's golden eyes, the dripping blood and the crackling sound of forced deformation and resistance... Those pictures and sounds were like a hammer, hitting Sylvie with all his strength. In the safe world built by Sylvia, Professor McGonagall's sentence "from the age of seven to the present" finally shattered Sylvia's seemingly hard heart.

Now she is completely unprotected, as long as she closes her eyes, those childhood memories that have not surfaced for a long time are all scrambling to come up. Unbelievable, finally stuck in disgust or cowardice...

Sylvia opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. Compared to Camille, she was a monster, and such a despicable monster... She bent her knees and hugged herself.

After finally getting rid of those gloomy emotions, Sylvia was dragged to the edge of the Forbidden Forest by Camille who suddenly jumped out before she had time to enter the greenhouse for the herbal medicine class after she walked out of the castle.

Camille's eyes flashed with anger, she tugged at Sylvia's collar and yelled, "Who allowed you to see my transformation?! I didn't agree!!"

Sylvia didn't understand why Camille was angry. Her resistance to the curse of wolf's poison was a heroism that no one had ever tried. She perfectly interpreted the courage of Gryffindor than those reckless little lions who could only be mischievous. , Such behavior can even make the headlines of the Daily Prophet, so why is she dissatisfied? !

A burst of anger suddenly ignited in Sylvia's heart. Not to be outdone, she grabbed Camille's collar and roared loudly: "What right do you have to be angry!! You should be the most noble person in the world, What else are you dissatisfied with?! Compared to you... compared to you, I am a despicable monster! I am not angry at being compared like this, what is your name!!"

After being yelled at by Sylvia, Camille was stunned. What is this person talking about?The hand holding Sylvia also loosened.

"What did you say?" Camille really didn't understand what Sylvia said, despicable?monster?What does she mean?

Sylvia pushed Camille away, her icy blue eyes were still burning with excitement, "Come on! You don't want to fight, you try again now!!"

Although Sylvia's state is very strange, but Camille was planning to beat this Sylvia who saw her secret ability before she succeeded, without hesitation, she turned to Sylvia That rushed through.

Camille had just arrived in front of Sylvia, and she didn't see any movement from Sylvia, she didn't even hold a wand, but suddenly, Camille felt as if she had hit a wall made of strong winds, Before she had time to react, she was bounced violently.

"Cough cough cough..." Camille got up slowly and looked at Sylvia after being bounced and rolled on the grass for several times before stopping.

There was almost no anger in the ice-blue eyes now, but for the first time Camille saw what should be tears appear in this person's eyes, and those tears swirled stubbornly in Sylvia's eyes, unwilling to fall .

"Thought I was just a little 'talented' wizard, huh?! Scary... I just didn't even have spells, just pure magic...and I wasn't even an adult. Now you see? What I saw was not the real me at all..." The smiles on Sylvia's face disappeared, "I am such a despicable, disgusting villain, I hide such terrible power, Pretend I'm a normal person, pretend I deserve a normal life..."

Vaguely, Sylvia seemed to feel that she saw her childhood memories again, those eyes and expressions, those cursing and beatings, those memories never let her go.

Not daring to look at Camille's expression, Sylvia left on her own, and didn't want to go to the late herbal medicine class. She ran back to the dormitory and locked the door.

The small room is full of books, materials and those sad, angry, disgusting...memories, she is alone again...

Inexplicably, he was hit by Sylvia and broke a few bones. Camille limped back to the castle.

Until Camille walked slowly to the medical wing, was yelled at by Madam Pomfrey and drank the disgusting potion, Camille felt that she still didn't understand what Sylvia was angry about.

McGonagall hurried up the spiral staircase. Although she was anxious, she still knocked on the door of the principal's office and waited politely outside.

She heard the news from Popina that Camille broke some bones and was resting there right after the transformation class in the seventh grade in the morning. She rushed over to find out about the situation. Given that the magical power in her body was very messy, Bobby's inspection magic was basically useless, and Mag had no choice but to believe Camille's words.

Just walked out of the medical wing and ran into Pomona who was returning to the office from the greenhouse, and chatted as usual, only to hear that Miss Cassandra of Slytherin College skipped herbalism class? !

She was very worried that the scene last night would bring too much burden to Sylvia. It was because she wanted Camille to have a close friend that she agreed to Albus' request, but the 12-year-old couple The year-old Sylvia was unfair, and Mag felt extremely guilty now, she had never done such a selfish thing in her life.

"Please come in." Hearing Albus Dumbledore's old voice, McGonagall took a deep breath, calmed down a little and pushed the door in.

"Albus, Miss Camille, she..." McGonagall started talking as soon as the door was opened.

"Yes, yes, Bobby notified me through the fireplace not long ago." Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down in the air. The still calm voice made McGonagall calm down a little.

McGonagall sat on the gold-red armchair in front of the principal's desk, with a worried and guilty expression on her face, "I met Pomona on the road and said that Sylvia skipped her morning herbalism class, this good boy never Having done so, I fear that the events of yesterday put too much burden on Miss Cassandra, Albus."

Hearing the news that Sylvia was skipping class, Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered behind his glasses, and he took off his half-moon-shaped glasses rarely, "I understand, Minerva," rubbing between his brows , he sighed softly, and Dumbledore thought he had to confide in his worries in front of his old friends who had fought together, "Next year, next year Harry is going to school, and you know, Voldemort isn't really dead , I think he is also waiting for his chance, we don't have much time..."

At first, McGonagall didn't understand why she was talking about Miss Cassandra, but Dumbledore mentioned 'that person' and was taken aback. She quickly realized, could it be...? !

"Albus, do you think Miss Cassandra...?!" Professor McGonagall gasped and asked in disbelief.

There was a look of compassion in Dumbledore's eyes, "They are so alike, Minerva...I didn't tell you and Severus, the first time I went to the Muggle's house that adopted her, it was not normal The magic riot of the little wizard. If the reversal team hadn’t received the news and rushed there in time, the two poor Muggle adoptive parents would have been blown to death by her magic riot...the two-story house almost collapsed."

"Oh, my God..." Mag covered her mouth. Although she was surprised, she still insisted on her opinion, "But it was a magic riot, and the little wizard couldn't control it. It wasn't Cassander who was born with such strong magic power. Miss La's fault."

"Yes, magic is a talent we can't choose, but... Sylvia lived in four Muggle families before I brought her back to the wizarding world at the age of seven. Each family was frightened by her abilities and then Send her back to the adoption system, Minerva... I saw in the records that Sylvia changed families three times after that... No child can smile and sit on the couch while the furniture floats with a magic burst Seeing those Muggles screaming...I can only guess sadly...she did it on purpose," said Dumbledore heavily.

"No... how old was she at that time?! It's impossible..." Mag said, her voice gradually weakened. She really didn't want to believe that Camille was the only one who was excellent in character and learning, and was very polite to others. My friend's Miss Sylvia Cassandra has been hiding who she is.

"I don't want to believe it either...but I've seen Voldemort who didn't even know the wizarding world existed, they are too similar, Minerva...I really don't have the energy or time to prepare for the next Dark Lord. "

"So you are using such a small possibility to test Miss Cassandra?!" McGonagall felt a little annoyed, no matter what she did not agree with Dumbledore's decision, "No matter what, she is still just a child !Albus, you are so lenient with most little wizards, why can't you let her go?"

"I thought about it, and I thought about it too. Sylvia and Camille seem to be playing well recently. I feel hopeful. I think last night was the last test. Sylvia skipped class today. Good thing, at least she was touched, she still has feelings for the people and things around her, doesn't she?"

"What if you're wrong..." Mag choked up a little, because of the previous mistakes, that lady had to bear such suspicion, how much harm this would do to a child, but at the same time, Mag I also understand Dumbledore's difficulties.

In the era of the rise of the two generations of Dark Lords, directly or indirectly, the hundred-year-old man in front of him carried the hope of the entire wizarding world on his shoulders, and he was no longer young. If he lost him, McGonagall could not Imagine how the wizarding world would bear the devastation of a new young and strong Dark Lord.

But that's still a child after all... "What if you're wrong... If Miss Cassandra is just a cute little wizard, she has to suffer this for no reason..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, his straight back hunched, and he sank deeply into the high-backed chair representing the rights of the headmaster, "How I wish I was wrong, Minerva, such a magical world It's safer, and Sylvia only needs to hate me alone... As for my crime... let me take it to Merlin for trial..." Dumbledore murmured, he Looking into the distance, the focus is blurred.

Next to the desk was an empty phoenix perch, and there was a pile of ashes in the brass plate under the wooden crossbar. Suddenly, the pile of ashes moved, and an ugly bird's head popped out with a disheveled face. It opened its mouth and uttered a weak but childish and crisp cry - the fire was burning, and the phoenix was reborn.