hp Ouroboros

After lunch on Monday, Camille deliberately dawdled in the hall for a while. She would not foolishly go to the classroom and sit down first, and then let that strange woman easily avoid her.

Camille didn't enter the classroom until class was about to start. Sure enough, Slytherin's Sylvia had already found a seat, and now she only needed to sit in the seat next to Sylvia.Camille walked towards Sylvia, staring at her proudly, hum!She left inexplicably after she was ejected last time? !Can't run away this time!

"Boom!" The class bell rang, and the second-year students of Gryffindor and Slytherin had already sat down in the History of Magic classroom. Professor Binns, the only ghost professor at Hogwarts, gave a living He emerged from the middle of the blackboard through the wall in an unaccustomed way, and he floated to the podium and started the class with an unwavering tone.

Such a course that can turn such an interesting subject of introducing other countries' magic world into a boring course like an old priest reciting prayers, Camille believes that no matter who is in charge of arranging the class schedule, he must have tried his best not to take any grade's history of magic into account. Scheduled for early Monday morning - that will definitely cause the entire class to skip class, but in fact such a class can instantly make people fall asleep no matter what time it is placed.

But she has other things to do today!Camille tore off a page from the notebook, picked up the quill pen and began to write.

Class was about to begin, and Sylvia was sitting alone at the back of the classroom. If you looked closely at the books spread out on the table, you could see the title "Black Power" from the footer.

Ever since she showed her extraordinary strength in front of Camille that day, Sylvia began to really open the book she found in the second-hand bookstore in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation. It disguised itself as an ordinary ancient book with a fake cover. The contents of the magic text books are all written in ancient English and runes. The Gryffindor store manager who runs a second-hand bookstore has no ability to tell what kind of book it is.

Black magic, the books record the knowledge about black magic, Sylvia was immersed in such a new world full of powerful forces, and she felt safe.I really should have started to study these fascinating contents earlier. Sylvia's slender and white hands gently brushed over the old pages, as if brushing over some precious treasures. There is no need to think about the treacherous eyes of those fragile people. In the magical world, she will be their king...

At the beginning of class, Sylvia was about to continue reading her book when suddenly a ball of paper was thrown onto her book.

"What's wrong with you?" Sylvia saw that this sentence was crossed out, and another sentence was written next to it, "I mean... there's nothing wrong with you except for your fake smiles ?” Among them, ‘all kinds of hypocritical smiles’ were circled and a line was drawn to go out and connect with “If you don’t want to laugh, don’t laugh!! Annoying!”

Sylvia turned her head to look at Camille who was sitting in the same row, just one seat away. She was also looking at her with those golden eyes, without any of the negative emotions that Sylvia once remembered , only earnestness and some doubts.

This person... She probably broke a few bones that day, isn't she afraid?Sylvia has never met someone like Camille, she is a little uncertain, it seems that somewhere in her heart is itchy, and something called hope sneaks out of the crack.

"Don't you think it's scary? I have such a powerful and abnormal power, as long as I want, I can..." Sylvia wrote, and at the end she hesitated, the ink on the quill nib was on the paper There was a pause in the dot of ink, and Sylvia wrote on it anyway, "...killing you."

Folding the note carefully, Sylvia realized that her cold hands were shaking slightly, the last time... Sylvia told herself this way, this would be the last time she let warm hope flow in her heart.

Probably seeing Sylvia holding the written note but never throwing it back, she didn't understand why this strange person was in a daze, and Camille, who was waiting impatiently, rolled her eyes and turned her body away , snatched the note from Sylvia's hand.

"Hey!" Sylvia heard Camille's disdainful exhalation from the side, and before turning her head, the note was crumpled and thrown over again.

When I opened it, the words on it were messy, and some words were even spelled wrong, "What are you afraid of?! I'm still a werewolf! Are you afraid?!"

Not noticing the corners of her mouth that were gradually raised, Sylvia wrote her beautiful words under Camille's casual words, "But you only have a little problem with the full moon night...my strength is always there, I also lied to everyone."

"An idiot will show off his strength everywhere, and he wants the whole world to know! Are you an idiot too?! I thought you were not!" Although the tone of the words sent by Camille seemed to be mocking at first glance, but Sylvia understands how rare and precious it is for her to have a plain conversation between two friends with different personalities.

A small note was already full, and before Sylvia tore some more from her notebook, she heard the sound of tearing paper and swishing writing next to her.

Sylvia simply turned her head and looked at Camille who was sitting by the corridor with her face propped up. The afternoon sun slanted in from the large window beside Sylvia, and Camille's body was completely bathed in golden light. In the middle of the day, her black hawk-like eyebrows were slightly frowned, but there was no impatient and angry expression on her face, maybe it was just because she was uncomfortable under the slightly strong sunlight in the afternoon, Sylvia thought.

Sylvia suddenly felt a little grateful for the fact that she could hardly forget any memories. Although this ability, in addition to good grades, brought pain and pain that would never go away in the past, it can also Let her remember everything today in decades, even before she dies:

A boring section on History of Magic in November of the second grade, the warm afternoon sun shining into the classroom through the window, the sound of the professor reading without ups and downs, the slight snoring of some Gryffindor students sleeping... and then the pictures In the center - a black-haired girl is writing something on a torn piece of paper. The heroic look between her brows and eyes is what Sylvia envies. On the black hair, there are occasional specks of dust shining in the sun.

Tear off a new note, write it down, and prepare to throw it away. When he turned his head, the glare of the sun made Camille squint his eyes. After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, Camille suddenly held his breath for no reason.

Some sunlight shone from Sylvia's side, as if the girl was shining. Sylvia leaned on the table with her head resting on one hand. Her three-dimensional facial features softened a lot in the backlight, making it easier to focus at a glance. Her eyes, which were originally silver-blue, are now the color of the sea, as if they can reveal the depth of her soul.

Sylvia smiled again, and this time Camille didn't plan to classify her smile into those weird categories before, and Camille's breathing even fluttered, which was something she had never experienced before. Weird reaction, but honest Camille was pretty sure it was the best smile she'd ever seen.

This woman doesn't need magic at all, it occurred to Camille, this is a woman who can conquer the world with a smile.

Sylvia stretched out a hand in front of her, which made Camille react cleverly. Sylvia showed doubts in her eyes, and shook her head to express that it was all right. Even Camille herself didn't understand why she suddenly I was stunned.

This time, the words on the note were quite neat, "As long as it is completely in your hands, the stronger the power, the better, and then you have to think about whether you plan to be a good person or a bad person, this decision is what makes you different. "

Sylvia read it a few times, and she probably understood Camille's thoughts. Strength belongs to strength, and inner choices are more important.

"So are you a good guy or a bad guy?" Sylvia wrote the reply with a smile, eager to chat more with this special girl.

"I don't know, I haven't even completed the first step of controlling power." Camille especially bolded the last sentence in his reply, "Maybe it will be ready in a few years!"

"I think you'd be a nice guy. Maybe I can be of some help? I think you'll make it!"

"Maybe. Don't say help, you actually peeked!! I wanted to scare you after I succeeded!! It's so hateful!!" Camille threw a lot of exclamation points on the note, it seems that there was no such thing last time. Seeing her transform with her consent really made her angry, but for this reason...

"Puchi" Sylvia covered her mouth and chuckled. Under Camille's glaring gaze, she immediately held her voice, but it was easy to see that she was still laughing from the slight shaking of her shoulders.

Originally thought that Camille would be too ugly because of her transformation, but in the end she failed and turned into a tyrannical beast...For such reasons, at least Sylvia felt that she could not stand being seen by others so much Embarrassed myself.

But what can she say?Camille is such an unpredictable little cutie. Sylvia is very satisfied with the nickname she came up with when she was in the first grade because she just wanted to make Camille angry. Now this nickname no longer has the meaning of angering Camille It makes sense, she really thinks so.

After repeatedly apologizing on the paper to appease Camille, Sylvia continued to write, "Then do you think I am a good person or a bad person?"

This time the note was thrown back by Camille very quickly, "good guy"

"Write so fast, so sure?"

The note was opened by Camille, and then Sylvia heard Camille make the second sound of "chuck!" today.

The ball of paper that was thrown back almost hit Sylvia's head. She took a look at the ball of paper, and the ball of paper stopped in mid-air for an instant and then floated obediently into Sylvia's hands. Sylvia looked again Camille's expression - Camille stared at her wide-eyed, surprised, but not scared.

"Have you ever seen a bad guy who is afraid to death even of the power he can fully control?! Or are you not just a little crazy, but a serious schizophrenia?"

The mocking tone remained the same, but Sylvia felt that Camille was probably the person who trusted her the most in the world, trusting her more than herself.

Suddenly, a quill flew by, and the pointed tip of the pen poked a little on Sylvia's arm, and Sylvia turned to look at Camille.

"Boom!" get out of class is over.

"It turns out that your ability just now requires you to look at it, tsk tsk, it's so boring." Camille picked up the quill on the ground and said with a bored face, "Sorry, I thought you could bounce everything away!"

"..." Camille seemed to have some strange misunderstandings about her power, Sylvia thought dumbfounded.

Sylvia put the black magic book, which she hadn’t read a word since class, into her schoolbag, and as she walked out of the classroom, she explained to Camille the principle of the little trick just now: “I just don’t need a wand or magic for most of the magic. You just need to chant a spell to use it, that’s not a superpower!”

Camille said in a regretful tone: "I thought there was something special about it. I saw you so frightened that day. What's so great about being without a stick and making no sound! My wolf...cough, it's also without a stick and making no sound! The senior grades will also learn the no-stick and silent skills, and I will have two by then! Ha! So you better go home and bake cookies! You are still a villain, I laughed!"

"Oh! So you ate the cookie I baked that day? It was delicious, right? Hey, wait a minute, how did you know it was my cookie?"

The Gryffindors and Slytherins in the entire classroom didn't know what to say for a moment. They froze in place, watching the cards of Sylvia and Gryffindor who had been fighting before. Mir walked out of the classroom together while chatting.