hp Ouroboros

Sitting in the large study of the Slytherin family, where the room was warmed by the burning fireplace like spring, Sylvia took out a pen and paper, planning to write a letter to the old couple Cassandra.

"Dear Cassandra *blocked keywords* and sir:..." The neat and elegant font was written on the parchment paper, and Sylvia briefly described to the old couple the magic riot last night and the sudden Was told about the succession to the Slytherin family.

"Thank you very much for taking care of me over the years. Tomorrow I will send my housekeeper, the goblin Mr. Alger, to bring a box of

The gold bars are in the past to repay the two of you for your efforts and expenses over the years..." After writing this, Sylvia suddenly stopped writing.

Suddenly, the thoughts of the nearly hundred-year-old old lady who was still energetic every day sounded in her ears.

"Oh! Syl, put on more clothes! Come on! Put this sweater on, so you don't catch a cold!" The old lady took out a thick hand-knitted red sweater from her closet and gave it to Sylvie She put it on, as if even the autumn breeze outside would make her sick if she didn't wear more.

"Searle, you've eaten too little, come here, here's some mashed potatoes, oh! Shall I get some grilled lamb chops?" The old *blocked keyword* always tried to get her Eat more, eat more, even though Sylvia thought her meal at Cassandra's was as good as two meals at Hogwarts.By the way, the old lady always dislikes that Mr. Cassandra eats too much and snatches her share away. The old *blocked keyword* will pat the old gentleman who wants to get the steak or cake on the table again Hand, "Eat, eat, eat, what is the elderly man doing eating so much! You ate up all those steaks before Searle had time to eat them!"

A few months after Sylvia was adopted by the old couple Cassandra at the age of seven, the old lady began to pull her into the kitchen. She taught her how to bake biscuits and make cakes-Sylvia felt that the old lady meant He wanted to use the excuse of 'tasting' to stuff some more food into her stomach.Sylvia also remembered the 'Cassandra's Secret Christmas Turkey' that the old lady taught her to cook last Christmas, it was really delicious...

The old Mr. Cassandra is similar to the old lady, and she is lively and not like an old man at all.This old gentleman who loves Quidditch very much always likes to talk to Sylvia about the fun when he was the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch - although the old gentleman tirelessly persuaded her to join Slytherin Quidditch The things about the team made Sylvia feel a little helpless.

The old couple may have adopted her after accepting the 'task' from Headmaster Dumbledore at first, but soon they showed unreserved enthusiasm for her.

Even though she was sorted into Slytherin at the age of 11, the two old people who graduated from Gryffindor were not unhappy, and they even worried that she would be bullied in Slytherin - "Curse and Anti-Curse" This best-selling little jinx book was sent by the old couple during her first week in Slytherin!

Sylvia fell into the memory and stared at the burning fireplace without focus. After a while, she blinked and came back to her senses, and decisively picked up the half-written letter paper on the table and threw it lightly in the air. The magic of her mind's flow naturally sent the letter into the fireplace.

She wrote a new letter, and Sylvia did not mention paying a large sum of money to draw a line with the old couple, but told Cassandra that she suddenly inherited the family manor and promised Deng Principal Bullido will take some officials from the Ministry of Magic to visit the manor during the Christmas holidays, so he will not go back to spend this Christmas with them.In the end she wrote that she hoped the manor would be ready by the summer and invited them to come over to Slytherin's special manor then.

Standing in front of the study window and watching Raven Hela pick up the letter and fly farther and farther, Sylvia suddenly felt warm, not the physical warmth brought by the hot fireplace in the room , but it feels from the bottom of her heart that she finally has some more connections with this world. Maybe in addition to her friendship with Camille, she can have a chance to gain some family affection in her life.

But when she thought of Camille, Sylvia's thinking was interrupted, and a pair of golden eyes like burning suns appeared in her mind.

Sylvia is still shocked and puzzled by Camille's behavior of rushing into her violent magic storm. Although since she and Camille became friends, Camille's cold and defensive state has softened a lot, but Sylvia Ya knows that Camille is still a selfish person in essence-Camille's selfishness is not the derogatory sense in the general sense, she just never cares about what the outside world thinks of her.Sylvia guessed that Camille's personality was formed by a little girl who wanted to survive in the harsh environment of the underground fighting arena. In short, Camille is not a person who would wrong herself for others.

But this kind of Camille got hurt all over her body because of her...

Sylvia later found out from Pomfrey *blocked key words* that she was carried into the hospital wing last night by half-wolf Camille, and Camille even asked Pomfrey *blocked key words Zi* checked her condition first, even though she was still dripping blood.

Recalling the low and gentle voice Camille told her to rest at the end of the magic burst, and Camille’s steady and gentle hands arranging her hair before falling asleep... Sylvia suddenly felt a tickle in her heart , she turned around abruptly and waved her hand, and the fire in the fireplace went out.

"Alger!" Sylvia called.

With a very slight "poof", the goblin butler, who always seemed to be dressed neatly and neatly, appeared in front of Sylvia, "Master, please order!"

"Take me back to Hogwarts. Let's do this for the time being. I have already made an agreement with Principal Dumbledore. After Christmas, I will bring some officials from the Ministry of Magic to the manor. So if you are free, except Outside the vault, please clean each room a little bit, we can't be too rude."

Alger nodded, "Okay, master! Alger will definitely clean it up!"

Alger took Sylvia back to her dormitory in Slytherin after Apparating. When Sylvia walked out of the lounge, she saw the little wizards returning to the castle in groups from outside. Gathered with my friends, excitedly discussing the ball game just now, it seems that today's Quidditch game is over.

"Potter could have caught the Snitch the first time!" a Hufflepuff boy said excitedly to his friends.

"Exactly! Flint's foul was too exaggerated, he almost knocked Potter off the broom!"

"There is no good person in Slytherin!" Another boy said indignantly, just when he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Sylvia standing in front of him, his whole body seemed to be covered by an invisible piece Hard Bread grew his mouth as if he was choking on it, and his face turned red—what could be more embarrassing than denouncing Slytherin House in front of the heir of the Slytherin family!

Sylvia didn't care much, even before she became a Slytherin family, she had already admitted that the behavior of many students in their college was disgusting, especially when they encountered Quidditch... even the originally calm and calm Male student *masked keywords* Mr. Higgins looks like a different person after he put on the Slytherin Quidditch uniform. How can you expect Mr. Marcus to behave like an uneducated big boy? Do orangutans behave well?

Showing a friendly smile to the tense and awkward speechless Hufflepuff students in front of her, Sylvia nodded to them, and left gracefully first——Sylvia felt that she had to be The surname Lytherin saved some image, especially after she saw everything in the family inheritance room...Slytherin, a great family who sacrificed silently, and the house created by Mr. Salazar Slytherin should not be burdened by the present Such a stigma!Sylvia took a deep breath, she felt the heavy pressure and responsibility on her body.

"Hello! Where are you going?" A deep and pleasant female voice sounded behind her. Sylvia turned her head, and Camille was walking towards her.

The criss-crossing scars on Camille's face were much lighter than they looked in the morning, but they were still very obvious in the afternoon sun.Sylvia forgot the question Camille asked her, and stretched out her hand as if fascinated for a moment. Her fingertips gently brushed away some disobedient black hair in front of Camille. The diamond-like beauty under the golden sunlight attracted Sylvia to lean closer. She didn't even notice that there was only half a step between them.

Camille had just watched a weird Quidditch match. Harry Potter was dangling in mid-air with one cursed hand for a while. With good eyesight, Camille didn't need a telescope, but only needed to operate it a little bit. With strength, he could easily see Professor Snape muttering words in the professor's stand opposite the Gryffindor stand.

But even though Hermione, whom she met on the way back to the castle, and Ron and Harry, who had been scolded by her and Sylvia before, agreed that it was Professor Snape who was doing the trick, Camille didn't think so.Although Professor Snape's attitude towards Harry looked like he wanted to strangle him, Camille always felt that there was something in the eyes of the man in his early 30s who made himself look like a demon from a horror story. understand things.

Stepping into the castle, she turned a corner to borrow some books from the library, and then she saw the woman's slender back, her silver wavy long hair has now returned to her familiar arc, not last night... her His silver hair was messy and fragile last night, as if it would lose its vitality at any moment.

The woman walked slowly not far away with her back turned to her. She held her head up straight and seemed to be walking calmly and gracefully with every step, but Camille felt for no reason that she must not be serious about it. Looking somewhere, just walking aimlessly like a walking dead.Camille tried to guess the expression on that complicated woman's face now, and then she shook her head and gave up. It must not be a scene she could describe, but no matter what expression was on her face, Camille didn't think it was what she wanted From Sylvia's face.

As if eager to erase that expression from Sylvia's face or something, before Camille had time to think about it, her body had already stepped out, and at the same time she made a sound, "Hey! Where are you going?"—— What a stupid question, where the woman is going is none of her business!Camille laughed inwardly at the boring question he asked unconsciously.

When Camille came back to her senses, she was almost taken aback: when did this woman get so close!Before she had time to react, Sylvia's slender and slender hand had already stretched out towards her. Camille was a little embarrassed and at a loss, and then she was puzzled and surprised by her own bewilderment—she was never at a loss Measures... Her world will always only represent 'good' acceptance and 'bad' opposition, and as long as it involves physical contact, she always opposes it. In the past, she was used to sending people who dared to touch her head or something Hard punch, later she learned to push or dodge, but today... Camille felt like she needed to add 'overwhelmed' between acceptance and rejection to her list.

She didn't want to push Sylvia away, Camille was sure of that.

The girl's silver-blue eyes looked like a clear shallow sea under the sun. The soft smile on her face and the adoring gaze in her eyes made Camille feel that she should stand up proudly at this moment, but she fell into a seemingly inappropriate situation again. It should have disturbed Sylvia's dreamlike hesitation.

This woman likes to greet people with a smile, but Camille feels that Sylvia is a complicated person, as if she always has endless things to do and endless plans, and those smiles isolate her from the world.

The pure and beautiful smile on Sylvia's face now is something Camille has never seen before. The sun shines in through the window in the corridor, as if it is not the cold November in Scotland, but the sunshine and the fragrance of flowers, the climate A pleasant June day.