hp Ouroboros

Hermione felt at ease that her roommate was a senior she had known on the train. Although this senior always had a straight face and often spoke sarcasticly, from her experience with her Slytherin friends on the train, Hermione felt at ease. During the chat, Hermione also understood that it was Camille-senpai's way of speaking.

The difficulty of the first-year courses is not high. With the learning ability of an excellent student like Hermione, it is not a problem at all. However, the magic courses that are completely different from the Muggle world still make the little witch look forward to it.

The morning of the first day was herbalism class. Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, was a kind witch. She told the first-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff in the greenhouse about the Precautions for class in the greenhouse and a brief introduction to the magic plant bubble grass that they will take care of for the first time in their lives.

Although Hermione felt that it was already a kind of plant that could grow well without much care, but the work of pulling weeds by hand seemed to be too difficult for some little wizards.

"You should first blow off the bubbles secreted from the leaves of the bubble grass, instead of wiping them off. They like the way the bubbles fly, so they won't bother you to weed." Hermione couldn't stand the group next door. The chaos, the violent struggle of the bubble plant on their table, all brought the bubble to their group.

The red-haired boy was covered in the slime from the popped bubbles all over his head and face, and looked up at Hermione with an annoyed look on his face, as if she thought she was meddling in her own business. Hermione couldn't quite understand the guy named Ron The boy is upset about something.Fortunately, Harry, whose hair was messed up by the bubbleweed than usual, raised his head and thanked her quickly, and started to find a way to use his mouth to blow those wild bubbleplants with palm-sized leaves that almost hit his face. .

At the end of the day's class, Hermione happily went to the library after dinner to complete the homework of Herbology and History of Magic left by the professors today.That's not much, just look up information, write half a piece of parchment about precautions and experience in caring for bubbleweed, and a small composition during the establishment of Hogwarts.

When Hermione walked into the dormitory at nine o'clock in the evening, senior sister Camille was already sitting at the desk. There were about seven or eight books on her desk. It seemed that she borrowed the books to do homework in the dormitory. ?

After taking a quick shower, it took about ten minutes. As soon as Hermione came back from the bathroom, huh?Why is the senior sister lying limply on the table?

"Hmm, Sister Camille?" Hermione called Camille softly.

"Huh...?" Camille raised her palm slightly and made a little noise, as if to signal Hermione that she was still alive.

"Did something happen?"

"I'm thinking about the possibility of success in applying for astronomy exemption from Professor McGonagall." Camille said weakly.

Walking in, Hermione was a little speechless, and looked at the books on Camille's desk - "Ten Days of Astronomy", "Summer Key Constellation Diagram", "Planet Orbit Recitation - if you don't know how to count, you need to memorize it." Bar! "... Well, it turned out that the senior was not doing homework, but reading... Hermione reluctantly classified those suspicious-looking books as reference books.

"I didn't understand a word you said to Cassandra-senpai on the train, or it should be said, I understood every word, but I just didn't know what you were talking about. I think Camille-senpai and Senior sister Cassandra should be very good, is astronomy that difficult?" Hermione sat on the bed and took out a thick History of Magic extended reading book that she had just borrowed from the library.

Camille sat up awkwardly, with righteous indignation on her face, "I'm very good! But you can't expect everyone to be as good as that strange woman! I'm good at fighting! Transfiguration and spells are very good. Herbology is also good, and even Potions is okay! But!! Why do you have to study the history of magic?! What is astronomy for?!"

Well, is this point of view of senior sister still acceptable?If history of magic and astronomy are the only subjects that are not good, and the senior looks like she has worked hard on her studies, then maybe she really has no talent?Hermione is getting a little nervous, talent!How could she have forgotten that the difference between Muggles and wizards is in talent, so there must be a difference in talent between wizards and wizards!

"Hmm... Is history of magic and astronomy difficult afterward? At least I've memorized all the textbooks for the first grade. I don't know what's going to happen afterwards? Are there any other students who can't read other subjects well?" He Min is eager to inquire about the difficulty of the upcoming courses, maybe she needs to preview some second-grade content first!

"Of course, most of Gryffindor's astronomy is not very good, and there is Potions...Although I think the reason why Gryffindor students are not good at Potions is that Professor Snape doesn't like it very much. Gryffindor."

"What about the other half?"

Camille also took a book and sat on the bed. Hermione saw that the title of the book was "Basic Analysis of Advanced Transfiguration" - it seems that the senior's Transfiguration is really powerful!Advanced transfiguration should only be involved in fifth grade and above.

Camille turned to look at the little witch who was very curious but seemed a little nervous about magic lessons, "The other half of the reason... What class did you have today?" He didn't answer the question, but asked Hermione for a look seemingly unrelated question.

"Herbology and History of Magic," Hermione replied truthfully.

"How do you think your classmates are doing in Herbal Medicine class?"

"It's... not so good." Hermione couldn't explain the poor performance of the girl Lavender in her group and Ron Harry next door, "Professor Sprout made it very clear, You have to use a blower to blow off the bubbles on the leaves of the bubble grass before you can start weeding. Miss Lavender, who was in my group, didn’t do this, and was hit by the leaves. Ron and Harry next door didn’t know why. I wiped the bubbles with a cloth and made a mess, and I couldn't help but remind them before it got better."

Camille gave Hermione a smirk, "The first-year herbology class will at most be beaten and quarreled by those plants, but in the potions class starting from the first year, those potions will explode if you mess with them casually."

"Potions class, choose a more normal tablemate, and then... ask yourself!" After Camille finished speaking, he turned to read his book, leaving behind a more worried Hermione.

On the third day of school, before the potions class of the third grade, the Slytherins watched in amazement that their old enemies in Gryffindor all walked into the potions classroom with pale faces and devastated faces.

Camille, who looked paler than the rest of the Gryffindors, shuffled to her old seat in the front row, and Sylvia watched her settle into the chair in a limp way, feeling that If a voice is used to describe it, it should be like the feeling of a deflated balloon slumping down.

"What's the matter? What class did you have just now? How did you make it like this?" Sylvia curiously reached out and brushed away Camille's loose hair - under normal circumstances Camille would never let her complete this action, but today Sylvia managed to brush Camille's black sideburns over her head, and then she smelled garlic.

"Why does it smell like garlic?" Sylvia let down Camille's hair and sat back in her seat.

"Heh...hehehe..." Camille let out a series of weird fake laughs, and rushed towards Sylvia suddenly, and Camille grabbed Sylvia's shoulders on both sides, "Suddenly thought of it! Only You can save me!!"

Sylvia froze, frightened by Camille's agitated reaction, "Uh...okay, calm down...what's the matter?"

"The new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Camille has never remembered the name of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts since the first grade, because it is said that this course has a new teacher every year, and it is really in Camille's one. This legend has also been realized in the second grade, and a new professor came in this year, "I don't know how he did it, the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts smelled of garlic, and he himself smelled of garlic, even his The so-called African prince gave him a big scarf that smells like garlic!!"

"My nose is quite sensitive...you know, Merlin, I almost spit out my lunch just now..." Camille said aggrievedly, letting go of Sylvia and slumping back to her seat, Lie on the table and tilt her head to look at her tablemate Sylvia, "Can you make an air freshening potion or something? Look, you will need it soon, just by the way Do a little bit for me too!" Camille raised her hand and pinched her thumb on the tip of her index finger to indicate just a little bit, and winked at her.

Merlin's wool socks!Although it looks fake, the eyes are blinking too hard, and the head is tilted too far, but... When did Camille learn to act coquettishly? !Sylvia gasped and leaned back a little.

Camille, who is trying to learn to act like a baby, but failed a little, um... looks... quite cute?Sylvia felt that she should do her this favor to encourage her.

"What flavor do you like?" Sylvia accepted the task of saving Camille by default.

Camille was about to speak, but Sylvia raised her hand to stop her, "Please rule out the smell of BBQ or other food first, I don't think you can listen to the lecture seriously with the smell of garlic barbecue."

"Hmph! That garlic professor's class doesn't have much content at all, just studying and bragging, and he can still stutter like that. He said that the terrible garlic smell is to prevent vampires. I wonder if it can prevent vampires." I don’t know, werewolves are allowed...” Camille muttered and disliked the professor she named 'garlic', but she thought for a while about what kind of flavor she likes, and she seemed to have no idea .

As usual, Professor Snape slammed open the wooden door of the classroom, and strode into the classroom like a whirlwind.

"I'll make one for you, anyway, it's better than garlic." Sylvia softly helped Camille make a decision.

Camille got the scent balm made by Sylvia in the corridor before the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and before entering the classroom, according to the instructions Sylvia told her, she rubbed a little under her nose, and the scent was not specific. What kind of woody aroma and a little cool mint smell rushed into Camille's nostrils. Even after entering the classroom, he didn't smell a little garlic smell. Camille even looked at the face next to him as if he was about to die heroically Only then did the classmates confirm that this classroom is still full of terrible garlic smell.

ha!Very good!Camille swaggered forward, and sat in the first row with a superior face under the shocked eyes of the whole class.

With such free publicity, Sylvia once again made a small profit by selling scented ointments with different flavors after the share of the animal ear potion.Ordinary little wizards have several fixed fragrance options, such as mountain rose and lavender, which are very popular.And facing some young wizards of noble origin in Slytherin, Sylvia also provides a small amount of custom-made scented balm at a very high price-there is no other perfume like the scented balm made by Sylvia In the case of completely eliminating the smell of garlic, Sylvia received many secret orders from Slytherins.

Only, Sylvia doesn't sell a scent balm made of cedar, bitter citrus leaves, basil, and peppermint. The special commemorative significance is just that she may have overlooked another meaning-it was the first can of balm, yes, but it was specially made for Camille.