hp Ouroboros

Camille felt that he shouldn't rush in against the violent magic vortex when Sylvia's magic power erupted, and it's okay to hurt himself all over, and involuntarily get Sylvia who is sticky and looks like a slug one!

The day after the magic burst, I didn't feel much difference in Sylvia, but after a few days, Camille suddenly found out why the woman started smiling at her for no reason, and often stared at her fiercely.At the beginning, it was helpful to remind her, but gradually Camille felt that what Sylvia awakened was probably not the blood of the Slytherin family, but the blood of sticky creatures like slugs or slimes.

In the follow-up, I tried countless methods to make Sylvia stop clinging to her, such as rolling her eyes and yelling in a low voice...all of them failed without exception. Killed by the magic burst?In the past, Sylvia's smile was pretty, but there was an obvious sense of alienation. Now this Sylvia...

Camille looked at the girl in front of her who had been staring at her since dinner - yes!Across the two big tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in the middle, this woman can still stare at her all the time! — walking towards her now, with a huge, sweet smile on his face.

Annoyed, she patted Sylvia's palm gently on her shoulder, and there was no one else in the corridor at this time, Camille finally couldn't bear it and turned her head suddenly, staring at Sylvia viciously, "What on earth do you want?! "

Facing Camille's ferocious expression, Sylvia smiled without changing her face, "It's nothing, maybe you just want to flirt with my cutie?"

Camille rolled a huge eye that made people worry about whether she could roll back, "Merlin's floral pajamas...why did I save you back then..."

"Yeah, why?" Sylvia asked back in a teasing tone, trying to hint at the dumb girl in front of her, "Brave little lion, if someone else was there, you would rush in too ..."

Camille frowned, she really hadn't thought about this question, she answered uncertainly, "Yes..."

"Really...huh?"

"Oh! Just say it straight, what do you want? Don't change the subject!" Camille didn't like her hinting tone, and she didn't accept those hypothetical questions!

Silvia put her hand on Camille's shoulder again at some point, "I didn't change the topic, but you don't want to face some..." Silvia said softly, and approached Camille quietly. Mir, she didn't want to make too much noise and scare her little wolf away, "Inner...feelings?" Sylvia originally wanted to use an affirmative tone, but she didn't know why it was ambiguous question.Then Sylvia realized that she was afraid, she was afraid that her proud 'mind reading' would fail again on Camille--indeed, it had failed on this amazing girl many times before, those previous failures Both only bring some twists and turns to her insignificant and boring life, but this time is different...

Thinking of the experience of using the "Psychedelic Dreamland" the night before, Sylvia's eyes darkened. Facing such a dream, Sylvia had to admit her inner feelings for Camille: it was not for The friendship of a friend, she longed to hug and kiss Camille.In the dream, Camille's hug is so warm and full of strength, I wonder if it is the same in reality?And that kiss that I didn't have time to experience... Sylvia slightly raised her head to look at Camille's lips.

Since that night, Sylvia decided to be brave. She was unwilling and unable to miss this opportunity, and thinking about Camille's usual interactions with her, Sylvia thought she seemed to see some hope?

But as Camille furrowed her brows and impatiently curved her mouth, Sylvia found herself becoming more and more tense, and she heard herself in a non-magic burst like never before violent heartbeat.When Camille was thinking about what she said, she was close enough to her that she could even see the fine hairs on Camille's face in the dim light of the torches in the corridor. Underneath it was golden yellow--a very beautiful color, like the eyes of this man.

Thinking of Camille's golden magical eyes, Sylvia's eyes moved from her lips to her eyes.She is also looking at her... A silent heat is spreading between the two of them - everything seems to reappear from that night's dream, but now Sylvia is slowly approaching Camille's face, she does not move away, she looks up slightly head, her lips finally touched her...

Time seemed to have stopped suddenly. The sound of the cold wind that had just entered December outside the castle and the sleet hitting the glass windows was gone, and the occasional crackling sound of the burning torches was also gone...all the sounds disappeared, West Sylvia felt that maybe she was going to die in the next moment, otherwise why her heartbeat like a drum just now disappeared.

It doesn't matter even if I'm going to die in the next moment, Sylvia thought, this is the first time she's 'on the sidelines of death', now all she can think about is the girl who used to be impatient to even talk to her, and now she doesn't push her away. Let her go.

Sylvia, who was not at all brave at heart, kissed Camille for the first time, or rather touched Camille's lips. He backed away by himself.

Sylvia gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking pessimistically that she might be punched by Camille in the next moment.

Before waiting for Camille's angry fist, Sylvia opened her eyes again, and Camille was still standing there, in the same posture as before.

"Is this what you want to do?" Camille didn't have any usual irritability and impatience on her face, and her tone was steady, as if what she asked was just an ordinary question.

Sometimes careless words hurt more than hard rejection.

Camille's plain rhetorical question pierced Sylvia's heart like a *shielded keyword*. She heard herself take a deep breath, and the hot liquid instantly fell from her eyes and landed on the ground. On the cold stone floor of Hogwarts.

There is nothing in the world that can be more painful than the person you love looking at you with a plain face and eyes full of doubts...No... Sylvia who tried the Cruciatus Curse on herself not long ago, There is an unconscious comparison in my mind.Sylvia thought she was ready to be rejected, but the sudden sharp pain in her heart still made her breathless.

It can't go on like this, she is a descendant of Slytherin, she can't be weak... At this moment, Sylvia suddenly remembered that she had just inherited the Slytherin family, she sucked lightly Nose, head raised and back straightened.

That Sylvia, who had been acting weird lately, approached, and Camille decided to hold back, she really wanted to know what this girl was up to.Sylvia raised her head and touched hers lightly with her lips. Before she had time to think about what it meant, Sylvia backed away.

"That's what you want to do?" Camille asked, weird, she touched her, that's all?The annoying behavior before was just for this touch?Camille knew that she often couldn't understand the interaction between people, so she thought it best to ask.

And...can anyone tell her why Sylvia is crying? !She swears that her face must have been very peaceful just now!She didn't show her usual angry expression!Why is Sylvia crying? !

Camille's head was still in shock when Sylvia was crying, but Sylvia was already enduring the heartache and planning to leave. Before she could take a step, she was grabbed by Camille.

"Why are you crying...?" Camille just wanted to know the reason inexplicably, such a proud girl, Sylvia was not scared to cry when she was almost killed by a horse in the first grade, and they started to fight each other in the second grade Win or lose, Sylvia didn’t cry because she was knocked down to the ground. Camille only watched her when her magic power erupted and almost died not long ago. She only shed a few tears because of the pain in her body supported by the magic power. Now crying is Why?

Sylvia didn't break away from Camille's hand grabbing her shoulder, she thought of a possibility, what if Camille didn't understand what love is?If...if she actually likes her, but she doesn't know...Although she thinks she might be crazy, but the temptation is too great, if so...Sylvia thinks her The heart seems to be slightly alive again.

Turning around slowly, Sylvia looked at Camille with tears in her eyes. She decided to be ruthless and stop using ambiguous probing, "Because the person I like doesn't seem to like me..."

Camille frowned, and asked very puzzled: "Wait a minute, when did you say you liked me? Then I didn't say I didn't like it...well...but it seems that I don't like it, but neither do I. . . . " Camille felt that her head was in turmoil right now.

"So do you like me?" Sylvia gave herself another chance. She interrupted Camille's incoherent self-talk and asked straightforwardly. She didn't realize that, unlike her firm words, her There was a begging look in his eyes.

"..." Camille didn't answer right away. The beautiful and strong girl in front of her was looking at her with eyes that she didn't understand. Although she didn't understand the complicated emotions in those eyes, it didn't hinder her She wanted to answer the girl with an affirmative answer.But... In fact, she doesn't know how to answer this question at all. How does she like it?How do you not like it?He opened and closed his mouth in vain, and finally had no choice but to honestly give his own answer in frustration, "I...don't know. Hmm...what kind of like is it?"

Sylvia's originally begging eyes suddenly burst out with astonishing joy, and she suppressed her excitement of wanting to pounce on her and show what it means to like it with actions.

It can't be so urgent, it doesn't need to be so urgent... Sylvia convinced herself in her heart.

Gently holding Camille's hand, Sylvia leaned her forehead on her shoulder, "Look, you didn't push me away," thinking that this girl had never been loved since childhood, Sylvia Ya felt as if tears were about to fall again.

"Can you hug me? Then you can see how you feel." Sylvia raised her head from Camille's shoulders, her tone almost devout.

Before Camille could react, there was a sound of laughter and slapstick in the corridor, and the sound became louder and louder. It seemed that some students were coming here.

Sylvia gently took Camille's hand, "I know there is an empty classroom nearby, can we go there and talk?" Camille didn't speak, and was led forward obediently by Sylvia.