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"All petrified." Camille fell to the ground stiffly, and Sylvia won again.

Sylvia went down the stairs to Camille who was lying on the ground, and took out the dark red wand from the wand holder on her thigh, but this strange person didn't put the wand in her hand this time, and just took it like that Holding her wand, she walked back to the stairs and sat on the bottom step leaning against the stone handrail next to her, looking at Camille with interest.

"Hey! You, what are you doing..." Because of the petrification curse, Camille could only speak slowly in a very funny way. She tried her best to muster all the muscles in her body that could still move, so that the wolf, which was very difficult to control when in human form, The poisonous magic power was activated, trying to undo the magic forcefully with magic resistance.

Sylvia smiled and replied: "Didn't the day before yesterday say that I would help you? About your 'little problem'."

Looking back, it seems that the woman did write on that note to help her, but... "This is, what, a bad way!" Camille said intermittently, and she seemed to be able to feel her left hand a little bit, Difficultly bending her left hand to support the ground, she forcibly pulled her upper body up, but the rest of her body was still frozen in a petrified state. Her posture looked very strange.

Rolling her eyes, Sylvia said in an uncertain tone: "Well... what makes perfect?"

"Why is it a question sentence!" At least Camille can shout now.

Fortunately, neither of them had class in the last class on Wednesday afternoon. Otherwise, it took Camille 10 minutes to offset the petrification of his left hand and right leg, climbing to the wall and finally sitting down.

"Can't you use a wand?" Camille said while sitting by the wall. She could gradually feel her limbs. This is indeed a very effective way to break the spell. Damn faster!

"It's ok, but it's more accurate to use a wand. You don't want me to petrify you and ask Principal Dumbledore to undo the curse, do you?" Sylvia sat on the steps and tossed and turned Camille's dark red wand in her hand. Said with a relaxed face.

She frowned and rolled her eyes, and said that the old man Camille, who always had a compassionate expression on his face, but whose eyes were filled with a bunch of other emotions that she couldn't understand, got angry.She asked Professor McGonagall later, and only then did she know that it was the old man who ruined her chance to see this psycho with a shocked and stupid expression after successfully controlling Wolfsbane!

"Hmph! If I can't beat him, I will definitely rush into the principal's office and beat him up!" Camille made an astonishing speech.

Sylvia opened her eyes wide and suspected that she had heard wrong. This little werewolf wanted to beat the principal? !The greatest wizard of modern times? !There are many political enemies of the old headmaster, but no one can deny that he is indeed the greatest white wizard who has stabilized the wizarding world. Besides, Sylvia never thought that someone in Gryffindor College would not like Dumbledore headmaster.

"Cough cough cough..." Sylvia was about to speak, but she choked on herself, "Why did he mess with you?"

"He is the one who asked Professor McGonagall to take you to see my transformation! A look that is good for others, huh! He didn't know my plan, and he didn't ask me first, so I lost the chance to see your stupid expression !!" Camille said angrily.

Camille's reasons for liking and hating a person are really strange. She respects Professor McGonagall very much, but she doesn't like Principal Dumbledore.

"Then he is just like you, what he says is different from what he sees in his eyes." Camille frowned and looked at Sylvia with a look of disgust, "If you are happy, say happy, if you are angry, you should say angry, why just say Can’t talk properly! Annoying!!” At the end, Camille took a look at Sylvia, and reluctantly added, “Well, you’re doing okay now, at least a little better than the first grade, and barely improved.” Said He looked like he was commenting on something to the end, and nodded seriously.

Sylvia felt that she was becoming more and more curious about Camille. What kind of environment could raise such a unique girl?She seems careless and has a bad temper, but none of those can hide her extremely keen eyes, and all the disguises are invisible in her eyes—it turns out that what she sees in the eyes of this wonderful girl is already the real one.

The brows and eyes became softer, and Sylvia nodded easily, "I also think I feel good now!"

The rules of Sylvia and Camille's small event have changed a bit. Although they will still 'duel' in a place where no one is around, after Camille falls (Camille promises that she will fight back in the future!) Sylvia Via no longer laughed and walked away as before, but sat or stood by and chatted with Camille. So far, most of the chat content revolved around the magic just used, and now the atmosphere is more like a magic practice up.

At first Camille was not used to such a change, but after she asked Sylvia to close her ears and listen to the spell, she quickly learned it through Sylvia's explanation, and she had to sit down to save Camille. Watching the tragic fate of the Gryffindor Quidditch match from the noisy, headache-inducing stands, Camille quickly adapted to their new practice routine.

Nearly a month has passed, and during the occasional magic discussions with Sylvia, Camille had to admit that she had learned a lot. Her level of spells improved rapidly, and she finally managed to break through the level of the second-year spells textbook. And quickly marched towards the third, fourth and fifth grades.

It was Wednesday again, after the Potions class that Gryffindor and Slytherin had together, although Sylvia and Camille did not speak to each other at all, they packed up their things and walked out of the classroom very tacitly at the same time. Entered a corridor that few people would pass by.

"Expelliarmus!" "Protego!" As soon as they stepped into the corridor, the activities of the two began.

Camille has almost caught a little bit of rhythm now, and Sylvia is very aggressive, so it won't be wrong for her to apply the Iron Armor Curse as soon as she comes up.

The glowing red magic spell hit the almost transparent protective film formed by Camille's Iron Armor Curse, bursting out a little shattered light, and Camille moved quickly. Her magic power is not very strong, and the Iron Armor Curse she created is not very durable. While running to avoid most of the curses thrown by Sylvia, he countered a few small curses and went back. However, Sylvia’s casting speed is really fast. In most cases, Camille not only has to run to avoid , You must also cooperate with the spell to ensure that you will not be hit, and there are very few opportunities to counterattack.

Jumping up to avoid Sylvia's petrification spell, she used a stunning spell to counteract her disarming spell. Before Camille could recover, she heard a strange voice coming from behind her, "Knife Cut and cut!"

"Hiss!" With the sound of the cloth being torn, Camille felt a slight icy feeling across her back like a blade cutting through flesh and blood, and then a sharp pain made her lose her footing and fell to the ground.

"Camille!!" Camille heard Sylvia's scream, and the next second she felt a very soft but cold hand touching her face, and Sylvia knelt down beside her , bent over to look at her in horror.

It was probably attacked by someone. Camille smelled the strong smell of blood in the air. She calmly felt the pain on her back. It should be a slender wound slightly longer than a slap. With her identity as a werewolf Not a serious injury.Thinking of this, Camille propped up her body and planned to sit up, but the next moment she was suddenly embraced by Sylvia, and the slender girl forcefully let her lean on her shoulder, as if she was checking the injury on her back.

Camille froze and stopped breathing. She had never been so close to a person, which made her very uncomfortable.

This person is so thin, won't she be overwhelmed by leaning on it... Camille's blank mind suddenly came up with such a thought, which made her less tense, and no longer held her breath... Eh?Sylvia wears perfume?Wait a minute, isn't this the scent of Frost Flowers and Dark Chocolate?There are still perfumes with this smell?

Not in the mood to notice the wild thoughts of the person in her arms, Sylvia's heart was lifted the moment Camille fell down. She looked at the wound on Camille's back, and the wound seemed to be cut open by a sharp knife , blood kept coming out.Sylvia felt that the curse probably also cut her chest, otherwise why she is so painful that she can't breathe now.

"No wonder you didn't challenge me for the top position this year. It turns out that you can't even handle a Gryffindor." A slashing curse was fired at Camille, and the boy of the Selwyn family stood not far away, using Selwyn The Leitlin pure-blooded noble family's unique drawling voice sarcastically sarcastically raised his head proudly and was about to walk away.

"Did I let you go..." Camille heard Sylvia say in a cold tone she had never heard before, "Come here..."

"Ah!" Camille turned sideways slightly, and the arrogant boy just flew upside down in front of them screaming, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, his limbs were paddling helplessly on the floor, as if there was a huge Hands pressed him firmly to the ground.

"The things you care about are worthless in my eyes." Sylvia's tone didn't fluctuate, it was completely different from her usual way of speaking, and Camille could hear the anger contained in her words , just as a volcano does not need to erupt to exhibit its destructive power.

Camille found that she didn't seem to have seen Sylvia angry, so she poked her head on her shoulder curiously, and then she was surprised to see that Sylvia's ice-blue eyes were gradually dyed red , that gaze seemed to be looking at the boy on the ground and seemed to have no definite focus, empty and lifeless.

"Hello!" Camille frowned, she didn't like Sylvia's eyes.

Sylvia trembled, as if she woke up suddenly from a strange state. She turned her head to look at Camille who was still leaning on her shoulder. Worried eyes.

Itchy from Sylvia's silver curly hair, Camille wrinkled her nose, "Let him go, my injury... will be healed in a while, if you hurt this idiot, you will be punished." Punish labor service."

Sylvia rolled her eyes, and she smiled without any pretense, "So you care about this?"

Choking on Sylvia's words, Camille pushed Sylvia away and sat up by herself. She didn't care if Sylvia would be fined for labor service!never! !

"Let me take you to the medical wing, you still need to rest." Sylvia helped Camille stand up, and Camille pushed her hand away just as she stood up.She was just scratched on her back, not a broken leg, and she didn't need support!

"Get out!" Sylvia ordered contemptuously, tilting her head when the two passed the boy.

As if the big invisible hand holding Selwyn disappeared in an instant, the boy finally struggled to get up, and he yelled at Sylvia with a face full of horror: "Monster!! You monster! "The whole face was distorted and pale, and he staggered and ran away.

What is the real her?This is the question Sylvia would think about when she was looked at with all kinds of malicious eyes and yelled that she was a monster or a devil when she was a child. That nightmarish question has been haunting her heart all the time. With the startled look on Selwyn's face, hearing the same bad words as before, the question popped up again.

"Hey, don't you want to go to the medical wing with me, why are you standing there?" Camille said impatiently.

"I thought you didn't need help? You just pushed me away."

Camille rolled her eyes and said angrily, "I have a stab wound on my back, and then I walked to the medical wing by myself... Madam Pomfrey will read me to death, at least you have to be responsible for distracting her." Roar."

"I'm so happy." Sylvia smiled and followed.

What is the real her?Sylvia suddenly found that she didn't care about this little thing anymore.