hp Ouroboros

"Hey, let me tell you, Granger went out for a night out yesterday, with that stupid son of the Weasley family and the savior boy." Camille looked up from the painful astronomy homework and said.

She and Sylvia are using the empty classroom for their small activities on the fifth floor. Starting from the third grade, in addition to duels, their small activities also include occasional discussions and homework. For example, Camille will use astronomy and history of magic The homework is written here, and Sylvia will bring the homework of Transfiguration, or like now, read some extracurricular books.

"Huh? It doesn't feel like something that Miss Granger would do. Didn't you describe her as a rare good student in Gryffindor and a good roommate for the new year?" Sylvia didn't even raise her head, her tone was flat.

Since Camille changed her roommate in the new school year, she would describe to Sylvia from time to time how much Miss Hermione Granger they met on the train loved reading, how nervous she was about her grades, and so on. Camille used to I've never paid so much attention to someone before!It seems that she gets along well with Miss Granger?This is really a rare thing - it took Sylvia herself two years to do her homework peacefully sitting on a big table with Camille, so why is that Granger!

The more Sylvia thought about it, the more unbalanced she became, quiet?She can also be very quiet!Didn't you see that she didn't take the initiative to speak recently?Love to read?Sylvia felt that among young wizards of the same age and below, no one read more books than her. When she was in the second grade, she had already read more than [-] large bookshelves, including books about potions and herbalism, and books about magic. I have read almost a third of the seventy or eighty bookshelves of the mantra!Not to mention there are a bunch of other miscellaneous extracurricular books.Does that Granger read as many books as she does?How can it be!

Sylvia always flips through some books quickly in the dormitory or library, and then recalls those memories from memory to read and think carefully during meals or breaks. She reads almost all the time!

Everyone thought she was a genius, but Sylvia knew very clearly that she did have some special talents, but that didn't mean that she could conjure those insights out of thin air without reading a lot to enrich her knowledge.Naturally powerful magic power does not mean that you can master all magic without a lot of practice. Sylvia even feels that the huge magic power often brings more trouble, and she needs to spend more time practicing than ordinary little wizards Take control of her magic power - strong magic power is not necessarily a good thing, especially when you lack practice, you cast a levitation spell on a table knife hoping it will float to the table, but it turns out to be too hard, and the knife plunges It's not out of the question to reach the ceiling, or just poke a hole out of the guest.

all in all!Sylvia didn't believe that there was anything that Miss Granger could compare to herself, could it be her looks? !Skate the jokes of the world!No matter how modest she was, Sylvia still had to say that she must be much prettier than Miss Granger.

"Indeed, Granger is a bit too obedient, or rigid." Camille's answer interrupted Sylvia's internal analysis of her and Miss Granger's pros and cons.

Camille was fiddling with all kinds of small things on the table, such as quill pens and ink tanks, but she just didn't plan to give her poor astronomy homework that hadn't written a few words, "She ran back to the dormitory in the middle of the night and was caught His face turned pale with fright, and he kept saying that he shouldn't go out with them."

"So why did you go in the end?" Sylvia put down the book in her hand, and leaned comfortably on the back of Camille's transformed soft armchair.

"She meant that she was chasing two ungrateful boys to accuse them of breaking the school rules, so she just followed them out of the lounge, trying to persuade them to go back, and seeing that they didn't listen, Granger wanted to go back to the dormitory, but all of a sudden Turn around, I don’t know where the fat lady went to play.” Camille said while taking care of her second-hand quill, the dark brown quill made of the feathers of an unknown bird seemed to be going bald.

"Persuading Gryffindors not to take risks? It's kind of stupid to be honest. But why did Weasley's youngest son and Potter run out after curfew?"

"It seems that Malfoy provoked them during the day and went to the trophy room for a duel, but in the end Malfoy didn't show up at all. Instead, the administrator Filch was waiting there."

"This is a little tasteless. The duel is about to go, and the Malfoy family doesn't seem to be doing well. So the three of them were scared back by Filch?" Sylvia thought of the man who obviously had aristocratic disease. Master Malfoy, since the first duel of the Years in Slytherin, the platinum-haired master has been walking around when he sees her.

Camille finally gave up the bald quill in his hand, snapped it and threw it aside, and said mysteriously: "This is the more interesting place. Granger said that there is a door at the end of the corridor where Principal Dumbledore started the school. They ran in there to avoid Filch, and guess what's in there?"

"Wait a minute, are you saying that just a few first graders can open a door that was warned by the principal not to enter? If he throws a magic lock at random, let alone first graders, even seventh graders may not be able to open it." Open." Sylvia raised a doubt.The warning that Headmaster Dumbledore gave at the dinner at the beginning of the school year is nothing to the Slytherins. Isn’t it just a corridor? At the headmaster’s level, if he really doesn’t want students to get close, throw any spell on it, and the whole school will be destroyed. Probably no one can get close to that level, but it seems that this is not the case now?

Camille thought for a while, then nodded, "It's true that it's a bit strange here. Granger said she just used it, and the laho hole was opened. Combined with what they saw inside, it seems that the old man is playing something. It feels like I have made up my mind."

"They saw a huge three-headed dog inside that door. Granger said that there was a trap door under the three-headed dog's feet, and it seemed to be guarding the door." Camille added that she didn't want to let West Sylvia guessed, the more she got to know this woman, the more she felt that she was actually serious and serious, and she had no interesting imagination at all.

"Three-headed dogs and trapdoors..." Sylvia frowned beautifully. Principal Dumbledore had no protection against the so-called place where he would 'encounter death' if he entered——ah lahodongkai It is the simplest basic one among the lockpicking spells. Although the school does not teach it, you can learn this magic as long as you have read the most basic extracurricular readings about unblocking spells.

"Yes, the three-headed dog!" Camille's golden eyes flashed with high interest, and Sylvia had an inexplicable bad feeling.

"Why are you focusing on the three-headed dog? Oh...wait a minute, don't tell me you suddenly wanted to be a typical modern Gryffindor in third year!"

"But that is a rare three-headed dog! It is said that it is very big, Granger said that she felt that the three-headed dog was stuffed from the ceiling to the ground!"

Sylvia felt that now, with Camille's shining eyes and the way she leaned forward slightly and put her hands on the edge of the table, she looked very much like a large dog, except for the ears on the head and the violently wagging tail.Maybe she is of the same kind as the three-headed dog, so she really wants to compete?Sylvia thought a little impolitely.

"Don't join in the fun at this time. Dumbledore must know the situation in that room very well. I will tell you from the experience of those who have been there. It is best not to be targeted by him. People who think too much like the principal will not think that you are simply I have nothing to do, I want to fight with magical creatures." Sylvia advised, but she still gave Camille another way, "If you really want to play with that three-headed dog, you can investigate it privately Who owns the three-headed dog? Principal Dumbledore will not let a completely uncontrolled three-headed dog in the castle. If you find out who raised the three-headed dog, maybe you will have a chance to ask if you can talk to that dog. A big dog to play with."

Camille snorted, took out another second-hand quill and began to write something on the paper.

"what are you writing?"

"Write down the purpose and the clues of the time on a piece of paper! This is called mortal memory. People who can memorize it at a glance and still can't forget it will definitely not understand the pain of us mortals!" Camille sprayed with his nose in one breath.

Rolling her eyes, Sylvia felt that as long as she talked to Camille, her usual perfect and elegant image could not be maintained at all. Now in the third grade, she finally gave up her desire to continue to be elegant in front of Camille, but she must admit, Don't hold back when it's time to roll your eyes and make a sarcastic "嗤!", and there is a sense of joy after doing it directly.

"Yes, yes, so I ask stupid mortal Camille, when are you going to change the quill? This one is no better than the one just now. I remember that after you helped me get the volcanic barite last week, I gave it to you later. Some share of your potion! Please don’t tell me you used it to buy biscuits!” Sylvia really couldn’t stand the half-bald quill in Camille’s hand.

"No! There is a kitchen in the school, no need to buy biscuits! Saving money, quill..." Camille turned her head to look at her quill, shrugged nonchalantly, and threw the used quill into her schoolbag , "Use whatever you want, I don't like writing anyway!"

Sylvia looked at the quill that was treated carelessly with regret, "I think you need to buy a hard quill instead of a beautiful one. But to be honest, what are you going to do with your money?"

"Your scented ointment is not cheap. Mine should be customized and more expensive..." Camille took out the small jar that was only half left, and said melancholy.

Who asked you for money... Sylvia looked at Camille speechlessly, but she also knew that Camille was not used to interpreting things as other people's kindness, so besides money, maybe she could ask for some other rewards?

"You don't need to give me money," Sylvia raised her hand to stop Camille's disapproving movement, "I have a small proposal." This time, Sylvia's silver-blue eyes flashed It was bright, and Camille also had an ominous premonition.

"Let me ask you a question first, can you be completely wolf-like now?"

"It's ok, but it can't last too long, about two hours, what are you going to do? Wait, why are your eyes getting brighter and brighter, what are you going to do?" Camille leaned back against the back of the chair On, there is a kind of creepy feeling.

"My little suggestion is - let me pet your wolf belly!! And furry ears if you can! Then..."

"Stop, stop, stop!!" Camille quickly stopped Sylvia from continuing, "If you need a furry pet, go buy one yourself! I'm not a toy or a pet!!"

Sylvia looked at Camille with a look of pity, and stretched out her slender palm towards Camille, "Okay, thank you for the 30 Galleons."

"30?! Why don't you go grab it!!" Camille almost jumped up from her chair. The magic wand she ordered from the first grade was only 10 Galleons, and a large bag of biscuits from the biscuit shop that could last for a week only cost 10 Galleons. 30 silver Sickles, a small jar of balm that lasts less than a semester costs [-]!Gold Gallon! !

The vendor, Sylvia, made an honest analysis this time: "Ordinary scents are cheaper, a small can costs 1 Galleon. A can of Slytherin's customized scent costs 20 Galleons."

"Then why mine is more expensive!! Shouldn't I enjoy the friendship price?!" Camille quickly admitted that Sylvia was really her good friend.

"Honestly speaking, your fragrance type, except for the commemorative significance of the first can of balm, I have never made the same type of balm, so it has unique characteristics, and it was originally not for sale! Rare you It’s my friend, so I’ve set a price for you!”

"..." Camille, who has no business sense, thinks that what Sylvia said makes sense?So what should I do... She only has 7 Galleons in her deposits from the first grade to now...

Camille looked up just in time to see Sylvia's silver-blue eyes looking at her, shining brightly.Very good, this woman won again, even though she was as cold as Camille, she had to bow her head in front of Jin Jialong.

"The next full moon night..." Camille's seemingly thoughtless words were enough to make Sylvia's watery eyes burst into amazing light. Camille felt that the smile on this scary woman's face It almost reached her ears, she could only issue a weak threat, "My sanity can only last for a while on a full moon night! If you don't get out of here quickly, you will be bitten!"