hp Ouroboros

Before Camille's eyes, everything was extremely clear and clear.

Learned the sitting posture of dogs in the impression, sitting down, looking up, and the tattered... Well, now she can recognize the fine lines in the ceiling wood that are not very dense, the holes that were bitten by termites, and Some parts in disrepair and brittle rot.

A faint chandelier hung on the ceiling, and the light beams from it were in the form of bunches for the first time in her eyes. Looking at the light beams carefully, she could see them without using any equipment. Those colorful light bands in the pale light beam are thinly layered at the very edge of the colorful spectrum, and there is an eighth color that cannot be named, which cannot be seen by human weak eyesight.

Countless dust is flying in the air, and under the light Camille can even know the direction of their rotation, just like an apple on the table, those tiny dust also have a clear boundary between the light receiving side and the backlighting side.

The violent and irrational wolf nature seemed to disappear suddenly. Camille felt it carefully, but he didn't feel the tyrannical anger during the full moon. Maybe he can go out for a walk?

When you can taste the smell of the air from a simple breath, the smell of the screaming shack is obviously too disgusting. Camille really doesn't want to be in a place full of rotten wood, dust, rotten bread and all kinds of weird mold. Stayed in the room.

The smell in the forest made Camille feel much more comfortable. Even though it was covered with snow, she could still smell the different smells from every tree in the forest. There was a piece of ferro moss growing in the bush not far away, slightly A little farther away there is the smell of various herbs...

The names and appearances of those herbs flashed in her head, and she enjoyed those wonderful tastes. Human dull senses would never be able to detect them so easily, not even her half werewolf form.

Although the huge wolf claws are not helpful for the delicate work of digging herbs, at least Camille feels that she can at least remember the location of some herbs!Those are all golden Galleons!

The cold wind brought up the dark and thick wolf fur on her body. Camille could feel them undulating on her body like waves, but no trace of cold could penetrate her thick fur. The cold wind with snow in Scotland at the end of December To her, it was no different from the breeze blowing from an old fan in summer.

The heart was still beating strongly, and Camille could feel it clearly now—primitive and powerful power flowing through his whole body.

run.

The idea just came into being, as if the middle process was completely omitted, just now Camille was standing upright with her four feet on the snow, and almost at the same moment, she was already galloping through the woods.

Her speed is so fast, it is reasonable to say that everything around her should be turned into a bunch of meaningless blurred shadows in her eyes, but in fact, Camille can clearly see the wrinkles on every big tree she flashes The texture of the bark, the eight-color reflection of each snowflake crushed under the moonlight under the moonlight - the lightning speed is the pure violence of the werewolf, but the beautiful scenery in front of her makes Camille even more intoxicated, which she has never seen before. I've seen it, another world.

It didn't feel like how long time had passed, about ten minutes, but Camille had already run out of the small part of the Forbidden Forest close to the castle. In front of him was a small plain and slightly undulating hills. Camille's perfect vision made him notice The snow covering the entire small plain to the hills is perfect-this is a place that no one has been to recently, and this is already deep in the forbidden forest where she has never been, but Camille, who is in high spirits, does not stop.

I thought I would be out of breath after running out like that for a while, but that moment never came, and Camille even had the illusion that she was taking a relaxing walk in the castle, even running late for class I didn't feel a little tired when I went to the classroom.She thought that her muscles would be sore, but it seemed to be the opposite. After running for a while, she felt that the strength was constantly increasing.

She simply continued to increase her pace, she became more and more used to the wolf-shaped gallop, and the wolf's claws touched the snow less and less.

On a hill, she flies in the moonlight.

A river appeared in front of him, blocking Camille's pleasure of running.

The rush of power in her body made her feel that she could easily cross the river about 30 feet wide in front of her, but Camille immediately suppressed that feeling vigilantly.

Although enjoying the seemingly omnipotent pleasure brought by wolf form, Camille still remembers that she must remain vigilant at all times.Pleasure brings more than benefits. Camille knows that deep in her heart, there is always a pair of crazy wolf eyes watching.Today it has become as cunning as the woman who brewed this potion of wolfsbane. Camille wanted to let out a disdainful sneer, but the breath from her wolf nose blasted a small piece of snow on the ground, ha!After she can control this power by herself, she must run to Sylvia and spray her nose!

But now... after eating someone else's roast turkey, it is necessary to test it carefully, especially since this medicine is obviously completely different from the effect of the wolf drug that Camille read in the book.I really don't know if there is a problem with the medicine for the neuropathy or I have a problem.I remembered that Sylvia said before leaving that this was the medicine that was brewed under the supervision of Professor Snape, and I also thought about my huge size that is different from ordinary underage werewolves... Well, maybe is their own problem.

It was the first time that she conquered the wolf nature in the full moon, even if it was achieved by medicine, such an experience was very important to Camille. She seized the time to experience the power and source in her body, maybe it would be beneficial to her later with it. The struggle brought some help.

She trotted back, the wind was blowing Camille's hair... now it was the wolf fur on her head, sticking them to her forehead, I felt that it was not the cold and shivering wind, but like A hand gently brushed her skin.

Walking into the forest again, Camille carefully felt the strength under her feet. The forest floor full of weeds and obstacles was almost as flat as she was in the shape of a wolf.The sharp gravel is not a problem, as long as she wants, she can easily run over it and leave a dust on the ground, or step on it casually, they are now as soft and harmless as dust under Camille's feet.The boughs that used to scratch Camille's thick robes when she went to the woods to collect medicine, now like feathers across her wolf's kisses that are not covered by fur, not to mention the thick fur on her body, if you don't pay attention, She would never notice that a branch brushed against her body again.

A strong smell of potion rushed into Camille's nose. The horrible smell of various strange potion ingredients made Camille stop, and then she heard some sounds, the sound of digging, the sound of plants The sound of swaying and rubbing, the sound of breathing, the sound of heartbeat... came from the place where she picked frost flowers before.

Digging Frost Flowers in the Forbidden Forest on a snowy night, with a strong smell of potions... Camille couldn't think of any other possibility except Professor Snape.

Perhaps it would be a good choice to show Professor Snape the 'fruitful results' of Sylvia's potion!

"Crack...crack..." A very small sound made by the snow being stepped down made Snape decisively stop the half-dug work in his hands, and he held the wand in his hand and pointed at the sound This is the Forbidden Forest. It is not surprising that any kind of creatures suddenly appear, and there are some very unfriendly magical creatures among them, especially those who need to be more vigilant.

Then Snape saw a pair of golden glowing eyes looking at him in the woods. The creature slowly came out from the shadows in the woods. It was a black wolf the size of a normal wolf. A shapeless creature—the normal wolf's eyes would only reflect a blurry shade of green instead of glowing by itself—it was a magical creature.

The wolf-shaped magical creature seemed to have some wisdom. Seeing it being pointed at by the wand, it froze for a moment, and then... what a strange sitting posture it was!Snape had never seen a wolf sit in such a strange position, as if it had never done it before, and now it was just a poor imitation.

"Who are you?" Snape became more vigilant. The Animagus in front of him might be a wizard. Although he had never heard that a wizard's Animagus could turn into a magical creature, who knew?It is said that the patron saint is also an ordinary animal, but Albus' patron saint is a phoenix!This is the world of magic.

The black wolf opened its mouth, as if it was very used to speaking, but what came out was a strange combination of whimpering and howling, it stopped talking, and stood there as if it was startled.

A wizard, Snape was sure, other creatures don't communicate through speech, just a stupid wizard.

"The Animagus is lifted!" When the black wolf was in a daze, Snape preemptively threw out the anti-curse.

"Boom!" The wolf reacted very quickly, but what both parties didn't expect was that what prevented Snape from breaking the curse was a silver-white protective shield that suddenly appeared in front of the wolf-it was an Iron Armor Curse.

It was common knowledge that wizards in the Animagus state couldn't cast spells, but now Snape wasn't sure if the Transfiguration books were wrong, or if the creature in front of him wasn't a wizard's Animagus.

"Aw!" the black wolf howled softly, and then it looked towards the sky, Snape didn't dare to let down his guard, but he adjusted his posture so that the strange creature who didn't know whether it was a wizard or what was still in his peripheral vision In the midst of this, he raised his head slightly to look at the sky.

It's snowing lightly tonight, and there's nothing in the dark sky... No!full moon!The black wolf with golden eyes... Snape turned his head to look at the black wolf at a speed that almost exceeded the stretching limit of human muscles.

"Miss Camille...?" Snape's deep voice was full of disbelief.

The wolf nodded, oh...Miss Camille nodded.

Snape threw the Animagus curse at Camille again, but it didn't work. He frowned and walked to Camille's side, circling her, muttering something probably in He was talking to himself, but even when he was whispering to himself, Snape still used long, grammatically complex sentences that could make people dizzy, "It's impossible, I know Miss Cassandra did it for you before the Christmas holidays." Her 'friend' brewed wolfbane potion, it's not a potion that anyone can brew successfully just by looking at the recipe, and her performance... reluctance is not bad, but I've seen it, so It's just a general wolfbane potion, the quality is not even perfect because Miss Cassandra's practice level is not as proficient as her theory."

"Come with me, Miss Camille." Snape strode back, Dumbledore needed to see the situation.

Dumbledore didn't know whether it was because he was so busy that he couldn't sleep on time during the Christmas holiday, or the wizarding world also had the habit of counting down to New Year's Eve, so when Snape pushed Dumbledore away with a very impolite "Boom!" When the door of the headmaster's office opened, the old headmaster was sitting behind his desk in his strangely tasteful purple pajamas with yellow stars shining on it.

"Oh! Good night! Severus, what's the matter..." Dumbledore didn't ask any more, because he had already seen the black wolf who followed Snape into the office.

"This is...Miss Camille?!" Dumbledore stood up from his seat in surprise. He felt the amazing magic power surging in the body of the wolf-shaped creature in front of him, and the magic power flowed in its body obediently. , And that kind of magic power fluctuation is just like the Gryffindor little werewolf, Miss Camille, except that Camille can only control a very small part of the magic power brought by Wolf's Poison in normal times.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Dumbledore said twice, and Camille felt that she should be satisfied by being so surprised by the greatest wizard of modern times, but she still hoped that one day she could rely on her own strength. Walking into Headmaster Dumbledore's office on a full moon night, Headmaster Dumbledore will be even more surprised!That's what she wanted!

In the end, Dumbledore called McGonagall who was about to go to bed. Professor McGonagall screamed "Miracle! Miracle!" There were still tears in his eyes, but fortunately Dumbledore told her in time that Camille is temporarily going to bed tonight. He succeeded by relying on Wolf's Poison and the potion, and stopped Professor McGonagall's sudden burst of tears in time.

The three of them discussed various possibilities around Camille in this way. What they said was too difficult for Camille now. Anyway, she had already remembered how the magic power that never listened to her flowed, even if it was not She might be able to practice more on the full moon night, and I hope her "wolf poisoning plan" on the full moon night will be smoother.

Following the discussion of the professors, Camille slowly fell asleep lying on a fluffy carpet.