hp Ouroboros

Sylvia's calm and reserved performance has temporarily passed the first hurdle: the little wizard on the Slytherin table took the initiative to move a seat for her. Although she is at the bottom of the first-year freshmen, she does not need to speak Ask for a seat.

"Cedric Diggory." Professor McGonagall read, and a brown-haired, very cute boy stepped out of the line.

Sylvia heard a few girls rustling from the long Ravenclaw table next door. They looked at the boy, probably discussing where this cute boy would be assigned.

"Hufflepuff!" Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff dining table. Although they had no special prejudice against their classmates, wouldn't it be worth cheering to have one more cute junior with flushed cheeks!

"Lee Jordan." Out came a black boy with braids on his head.

Watch him squirm after bouncing on the bar stool, Gryffindor... Sylvia guessed.

Sure enough, the Sorting Hat had just been placed on his head by Professor McGonagall. The hat didn't need to think about it, and just called out "Gryffindor!"

After the last little wizard was sorted into Hufflepuff, the headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood up, looked at the students with a big smile, and stretched out his arms to them, as if there was nothing better than seeing the students all together. He couldn't be happier to be together.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new school year at Hogwarts, everyone! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Sniff! Scrap! Twist! Thank you all!" He resumed sit down.

As Dumbledore's weird and very short voice fell, four long tables suddenly appeared full of food, the quantity and variety were extremely rich: the light beef was divided into charcoal-grilled steak, fried beef and stewed beef according to the cooking method Three kinds, not to mention whole roast chicken, lamb ribs and pork ribs piled up into hills; potato dishes presented in various ways, large pots of lettuce salad, and pies with various fillings , and for some odd reason, a large bowl of mint hard candies.

The little Slytherin wizards sitting near Sylvia, under such circumstances, were able to forcefully eat the buffet as if it were a high-end western restaurant: first some cold dishes, some salads, and smoked salmon ; Then there was soup in silver bowls, pumpkin soup and beef bone broth on the table; then everyone took a piece of meat and placed it in the middle of the silver plate, probably as the concept of the main meal.

Sylvia originally only took some vegetable salad, she was not interested in all kinds of meat that looked very greasy, but seeing that there was a steak on the plate of every little Slytherin wizard on the whole table, she She had no choice but to follow the crowd and get some charcoal-grilled beef short ribs—as a half-blooded little wizard without the support of a family, she should not let herself appear too independent until she figured out the details of these people.

However, the way the Slytherins eat really made her lose her appetite. Except for some seniors who have a good relationship with each other occasionally whispering to each other, the whole long table is in order.

The Gryffindor table farthest from them was extremely lively, chatting loudly while stuffing things into their mouths, occasionally burst into laughter, and some people stood up to take food from a distance.Oh, mouths stuffed with food are better off talking... Sylvia was pretty sure she saw some food scum spewing out of the mouth of a boy with brown hair and flying onto Camille's plate... every so often She can see it from a distance, maybe the thing that was sprayed out should be called a food block?

She saw that Camille, who was stacked with all kinds of steaks on the plate, frowned fiercely, carefully picked out the food that should have been sprayed, and then moved her body so that her back was almost facing the boy After making sure that those excited Gryffindors would not contaminate her food, she seemed satisfied, and then continued to eat.

Sylvia almost smiled happily, it seems that not all Gryffindors disrespect food like that.Watching Camille quietly but quickly wipe out the food on the plate, Sylvia suddenly had a little appetite again.

"Is there anyone you know in Gryffindor?" asked a girl sitting next to Sylvia.She looks very ordinary, with long yellow-brown hair and brown eyes. From the fact that she is seated next to her, it can be roughly seen that she is either a mixed race or a child of a small family. "I'm Tiffany Cragg."

"Sylvia," Sylvia introduced, she deliberately didn't add a surname, that surname was just the surname of an old couple who were obviously Gryffindors, and it didn't make much sense to the Slytherins "No It’s considered acquaintance, just met on the train, I think it’s a little bit interesting.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a disdainful exhalation from the opposite side. It was a boy with blond hair. It's an insult to the pure-blood family." The whole dining table fell silent, and it seemed that the boy who taught her a lesson was a temptation.

The smile on her face didn't change, and Sylvia replied, "That surname is just my adoptive parents' surname. I thought you probably wouldn't want to hear a Gryffindor's surname at the Slytherin table?" Sylvia Via said softly, put down the cutlery, took out the wand from her pocket with her right hand and tapped the silver plate, the steak on the plate was cut into the right size for the mouth without a sound, "I thought Slytherin The focus is more on power, and I hope my shallow knowledge has not misunderstood Slytherin House."

"Your understanding is correct, Miss Sylvia, welcome to join Slytherin, a wise choice." A senior senior sitting in the middle said in a slightly louder voice, and raised the goblet in hand to face west Sylvia paused.The Slytherin table was restored to its previous order.

The presentation is messy.

Camille's lack of vocabulary reserves allowed her to find only one word to describe the scene on the Gryffindor table.

Although she was raised by the Muggle who opened an underground fighting arena together with a dozen other children as a fighting tool, the old man still gave them a little "education of etiquette", including "Who eats?" Dare to say a word, then there will be nothing to eat! '

Now that I think about it, what the old man said really makes sense.Camille turned around in disgust, turning her back to a round-faced boy next to her. The boy was talking to a pair of twins sitting opposite her while eating. The food scum was sprayed out like this, and some of it was sprayed on her food!Camille picked out those delicacies stained with "pollutants" distressedly, and missed the old man a little bit in his heart. If he was here, probably all the Gryffindors on this table would be interrupted. Bones, at least teach them some lessons!

I don't know if she moved a little too much, or if she couldn't control the disgusted expression on her face, the two 'accomplices' sitting opposite her looked at her.

"Hey, hello!" said the twins at the same time, and pointed at each other. "He's George!" "He's Fred!"

The juggling self-introduction made Camille choke, and quickly took a big sip of water to swallow the food.

The little boy next to her who polluted her food also came up. "They are very interesting! I have never seen a wizard's twins! Oh, by the way, my name is Ike, Ike Jinshijia."

"Camille..." Camille was a little cold, she just wanted to continue eating the food on the plate, it would be bad if it was cold.

It's a pity that the round-faced boy named Ike didn't feel Camille's resentment at all, and asked very curiously: "So why don't you have a surname? A wizard will have a surname as soon as he is born!"

Should this kind of question be asked by people who meet for the first time... Although she doesn't mind answering, Camille still doubts that Ike probably doesn't have such a thing as IQ.

"Oh, dear Mr. Jin Shijia," it was the ghostly twins again.It seems to be George's saying, "Gryffindors don't care about parentage." Another possibility is that Fred immediately goes on, "As long as we're all brave little wizards."

Although the way was a little strange, Camille could still hear them telling Ike that such questions should not be asked, and at the same time comforted her.Well, it seems that there are probably some people in Gryffindor College who are sensible.

But when she turned her head, she saw the students sitting nearby looking at her indifferently, and even the twins who had just persuaded others not to ask such a question looked curious... Camille's heart turned upside down Rolling eyes, that damned broken hat had tricked her into Gryffindor!She actually wants to spend 7 years in a group of such classmates!

Camille swallowed the food in his mouth. Although his mental activities were extremely rich, his face still showed no expression. "It's okay, I don't care about those." She was telling the truth. She had never even seen the faces of her so-called parents. Since she could remember, she had accepted the cruel training of that old man with a dozen children. The wish is to win the game, and only the winner gets his fill.Later, she was bitten by a werewolf, and was extremely lucky to survive, and then miraculously changed from a Muggle to a wizard... Although her magic power comes entirely from her identity as a werewolf, she is still a wizard with magical power up.

If you want to get, you have to give.This is the truth that Camille deeply believes in.

Whether it's her experience as a Muggle, or her life as a werewolf, it proves her theory: sweating blood and sweat in the fighting ring, and then getting hot food and a warm bed.The transformation of the werewolf every month is extremely painful, but she has acquired magical power, which is the power to change fate, and naturally requires her to pay more.

Camille was full, his body was warm, and he was naturally in a good mood. He took a mint hard candy and threw it into his mouth, "I haven't seen my parents, obviously they didn't leave me a name, now McGonagall The professor is my temporary guardian." She replied briefly.Woo, this tastes good, cool mint flavor, and not too sweet.

The little wizard sitting near Camille showed a sympathetic expression, but quickly started discussing this topic.