hp Ouroboros

Little wizards who are going to Hogwarts must take a train from King's Cross Station in downtown London. At first glance, there is no sense of mystery, but after a walk, you will find that whether it is the intangible The nine and three-quarters platform of the brain, or the old-fashioned steam train that looks a bit old-fashioned, has the function of invisibility to Muggles throughout the whole process, which immediately detonated many little Muggle-born and even half-blood wizards Their curiosity about the wizarding world.

After finally finding an empty compartment among a bunch of people, Camille put her luggage on the shelf above her head and sat down. Before enjoying a few minutes of quiet time, the door of the compartment was knocked, and before she could say anything , the door was pulled open directly.

Sylvia stood at the door with a smile on her face, "There are so many people, do you mind if I sit down?" What she said was obviously a question, but Sylvia didn't give Camille any chance to object, saying that she Then he sat down opposite Camille.

Rolling his eyes, Camille turned his head to look at some families who were saying goodbye outside the window, pretending not to know this inexplicable girl.

"It seems that cutie doesn't remember me?"

Hearing the goosebump-provoking address, Camille turned her head abruptly and looked at Sylvia viciously, "What the hell is that address! I have a name! Then I remembered, but I just didn't want to talk to you!"

Sylvia ignored Camille's upset mood at all, and her bright smile remained, "How about calling you Cam?" Although Camille snorted, but from the fact that she turned her head and stopped talking, she didn't like the name Camille. No comments.

Turning her eyes around, Sylvia immediately thought of a new topic, "By the way, what kind of wand did you buy in the end that day?"

"Made to order," without any hidden thoughts, but he didn't want to reveal more details, "You can see for yourself." Camille just pulled out her wand from her arms and handed it over.

Sylvia was stunned by Camille's reaction and didn't know what expression to make. She took the crimson wand and stayed there for a while before realizing that this girl just handed her wand to him. other people? !If I remember correctly, this girl doesn't seem to like her very much!And then hand her his wand just like that? !

Of course she wouldn't bother to do something rude to a little girl's wand!Take a deep breath to calm down the inexplicably broken reason.Sylvia then carefully observed the wand in her hand.

Very deep dark red, Sylvia is not sure if there is a normal wood that can show this color, the whole wand feels like it has been matte frosted, there is no reflection at all, it looks nothing It's inconspicuous, but it feels very comfortable to the touch.

Maybe she could try it?Sylvia pointed the wand in her hand at the small suitcase she put aside, and tapped lightly, trying to cast a silent floating spell.

"Oh!" Sylvia exclaimed softly, and threw away the wand like an electric shock. She felt as if her palm was being pricked by dozens of extremely thin needle points at the same time.

After handing out the wand just now, Camille, who was silently waiting to watch the show, obviously expected this situation long ago, stretched out his hand, and the wand, which gave Sylvia a little look, jumped back to him obediently. At the same time, she let out a mocking "chi!"Ah, what a beautiful day today!

Sylvia touched the stinging palm but took a closer look but there was no wound. For the first time, she felt a little interested: this girl is the first person she met who is not afraid of her, okay? ...Don't be afraid, she heard the sneer just now, this person thinks they are in the same position?Let's hope it's fun after Camille finds out she's a lot stronger than she is.

The train started to move slowly, Camille put away her wand and closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.Look at her sleeping face, even when she is asleep, Camille still maintains a slight frown, a serious expression with her lips pursed, her hands crossed in front of her chest, instead of leaning against the side of the carriage, she chooses to tuck herself into the seat and the carriage In the included angle, facing the carriage that may be opened at any time, the whole person is in a very insecure alert posture.

Sylvia took out a palm-sized book from her pocket, flicked it lightly, and the book immediately returned to its normal size. The only advantage of sitting in the same car with a boring gourd like Camille is that it will not be read by others. disturb.

It was a book about Potions, which contained many interesting methods of processing potion materials. Sylvia compared the school's Potions textbooks, and some of the processing methods written in this book seemed to be much more effective. I don’t know why the school textbooks didn’t use it—of course, not every method written in this book is better, after all, the title of this book is "Five Hundred Interesting Methods of Potion Ingredients Processing", So it’s normal if there are more than 450 neuropathic treatment methods written in it, isn’t it?

"How to deal with the invisible spikes on the ghost palm leaves? In fact, those spikes have a special preference for the flannel fabric, so just take a piece of flannel cloth, rub down from the trunk of the leaf, and the sharp The thorns will fall off automatically, attached to the flannel cloth in your hand..."

"Hmm...this one is kind of useful." Sylvia took out her potion notebook and added this item under the column of 'to be verified'.

At first, Sylvia was most interested in all kinds of magical spells.A few weeks ago, she just got her own wand. When she got home, she couldn't wait to try the spells she had seen in the book, but soon, she found that the spell books in her hand had no A single spell can stump her, and she has no way of obtaining more advanced spell books—the Lihen Bookstore doesn't even let her read any spell textbooks above the fourth grade.

The science of potions is different, and the methods of handling materials are complex and changeable, and a little mistake may lead to the scrapping of expensive materials.In the process of brewing, fire control and stirring are the eternal difficulties. The order of adding materials, the number of stirring circles, and even the direction of stirring all have a great impact on the efficacy of the medicine.The fusion of various medicinal materials can sometimes burst out amazingly perfect effects, but sometimes it can also form violent and highly poisonous, and it is not even a strange thing to explode just like that.

Even though she has been reading books on potions since she entered the magic world at the age of seven, and even occasionally made simple potions a few times with the help of her adoptive parents, four years have passed, and Sylvia only feels that the world of potions It becomes even more confusing, and that's what fascinates her - what she does in the world of potions has nothing to do with her innate magical powers, it will be all about her wit and A tribute to hard work.What in the world is more fulfilling than starting from the same starting point with everyone, and finally winning the grand prize alone!

Thinking while reading a book, Sylvia was very fascinated by the research, writing and drawing in her small notebook from time to time, and the time passed without noticing.It wasn't until the aunt selling snacks pushed the cart and knocked on the door of the carriage that Sylvia came back to her senses.

Camille sat there quietly, it seemed that she had been awake for an unknown amount of time.

Although not hungry, Sylvia still bought some snacks.Camille looked like she was very interested in the snack cart, but she didn't buy anything in the end. After the aunt pushed the snack cart away, she threw herself back into the seat, looking dying.

Seeing Camille staring at the snacks on the table, seeming very interested, but not talking about it awkwardly, Sylvia thought it was a little funny, and generously let her take it by herself.

Camille hesitated for a while, then picked up the beef pie and ate it.

Holding a chocolate frog in her hand, before she could take it apart, Sylvia watched in amazement as Camille ate the two beef pies she bought casually. One was the size of a palm, and Camille ate two at once.

"You...didn't eat breakfast?" Sylvia asked in surprise.

Camille seemed to have no opinion on the act of quickly eating the food of a person he just met and who hadn't spoken a few words to him just now. "Eat, I get hungry easily." Camille replied naturally.

"Then your parents didn't prepare more food for you? They made you so hungry?" Taking this opportunity to try out some information, Sylvia asked a somewhat impolite question.

Camille's eyes moved slightly away from the pile of snacks on the table, looked at Sylvia for two seconds, and then moved back, as if deciding what to eat next, with some hesitation, she had never seen these snacks before, and she didn't know how they tasted Sample. "I have no parents, and Professor McGonagall is my temporary guardian."

The goal has been achieved and new information has been obtained!If before, the certainty that Camille was a werewolf was less than [-]%, now it is about [-]%. "Oh...I'm sorry, I don't know..." Sylvia changed into a soft tone, and she knew that most people like such a soft tone.

Who knew that Camille didn't even look at her, but focused on the snacks, her gaze was so strong that Sylvia felt that even if the packaging of all the snacks exploded in the next moment, she would not be surprised.

This girl is different from anyone she's met so far... there's a weird, maybe book-like sense of frustration?Sylvia feels very novel, it seems that there should be another way...

"If you don't mind sweets, you can try chocolate frogs." Sylvia tried to recommend, and threw the chocolate frogs that hadn't been opened in her hand to Camille. "When you unpack..." She didn't finish her sentence , Camille had violently opened the box, and a brown thing jumped out.

Just when Sylvia was thinking about whether to help her get the chocolate frog back before it jumped to the ground and made it dirty, Camille's calm eyebrows and eyes sharpened instantly, and the rare yellow eyes flickered faintly. Shimmer, making them look golden.

A cold and fierce feeling came over her face, and Sylvia was frightened for a moment. When she recovered, the poor chocolate frog had already been caught by Camille.

Camille is looking at the chocolate frog struggling slightly in her hand. She has never seen this kind of snack that can escape, and she is playing with the chocolate frog in her hand with some novelty.Everything looked so peaceful, as if the cold killing intent revealed just now was just an illusion of Sylvia.

"Just ask what you want to ask, don't beat around the bush, annoying!" Camille said and bit off the head of the chocolate frog. Her tone seemed indifferent, but it really surprised Sylvia. The girl saw through it. The intention behind her impolite question just now!

Seen by Camille's still slightly glowing golden eyes, Sylvia knew that Camille had turned around and admitted her doubts about her identity - no normal wizard's eyes would glow, and she didn't need to ask what.

The rapid speed just now can be explained by the fact that Camille is a werewolf, but that ferocious aura... seems to be a girl with a story, Sylvia thought.

Sighing is sighing, Sylvia doesn't care much about whether Camille has a tragic past, she has already got the answer she wants to know, she lowered her head and stopped talking, and continued to immerse herself in her potion world.

When the train started to slow down, Sylvia pulled her attention away from the knowledge of potions, and Camille, who was sitting opposite, changed into her wizard robe school uniform at some point.After Sylvia shrunk her book and notes back into her pocket, the train stopped.

The little wizards jostled and descended onto a narrow platform. Before the freshmen could come up with an idea in the darkness, a light approached from not far away with a rough male voice, "Freshman! First-year freshmen! Come here!" The man approached at an astonishing speed, as if in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of a group of young wizards—it was an 'extremely tall' man. By 'extremely tall' I mean he was probably several heads taller than the average adult male, with shoulders twice as wide.

The man with a big beard smiled, trying to appease the freshmen who were uneasy because of the darkness or because of his presence, "Come on, first-year freshmen follow me, watch your feet, all right! Are you ready? Come with me!"