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"Cough!" Hermione decided to bring back the topic, she had better not get involved in the emotional world of the seniors, "Eh... I suddenly thought of a question, and then I couldn't find the answer in the library, and then I wanted to say it Ask the seniors if they know."

"What's the problem? Tell me." Sylvia asked very pleasingly. She was almost in Camille's arms. She was in an extremely happy mood now.

"Uh...that's..." Hermione was slightly taken aback by Sylvia's overly gentle tone, but she quickly told herself, ask questions, ask questions! "By the way, Nicole Flamel, I wonder if the seniors know Nicole Flamel."

"Nicole May is a famous alchemist, he made famous magic..."

Before Sylvia could finish her sentence, Miss Granger exclaimed, "The Sorcerer's Stone! Nicole Flamay is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!" She continued to read as if reciting, "The Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure gold, and it can also create the elixir of life, so that people who drink the elixir will never die. This is it! This is it!" Granger said under the strange eyes of the two seniors He rushed out of the classroom, and appeared at the door in less than two seconds, "Thank you! Thank you very much!" He thanked excitedly, and then disappeared again.

"What kind of madness is this?" Camille frowned and looked at the door of the classroom. Granger's excited look was probably the most exciting since she used the Disarming Charm to successfully disarm Miss Ravenclaw Zhang's wand last month. Excited again.

Sylvia showed a thoughtful expression.

"What's wrong?" Camille turned her head and glanced at Sylvia who was not moving.

Sylvia was still looking in the direction of the door, "I was just wondering why Granger suddenly asked about Nicolas and the Sorcerer's Stone? Then I thought of the room with the trapdoor and the three-headed dog guarding it. ..the troll...and you told me about someone cursing Potter and the fact that he almost fell off his broom, which seems a little unusual."

"You are really meddling. The sky is falling and Headmaster Dumbledore is still there. Without that old man, there is still Professor McGonagall? It's none of our business." Camille said, letting go of Sylvia Standing up from the chair with his hand, "Let's go, aren't we going to Hogsmeade?"

"That's right," Sylvia also stood up, walked out of the classroom with Camille, and walked out of the castle through Filch's inspection at the door at a relaxed pace, "But you really don't look like a Gryffindor in the general sense. , Those little lions feel that they want to get involved in everything."

"Hey, you're just a boring cock, if you're brave, why don't you see Gryffindor students come to duel with you? You are now the number one villain in Gryffindor's eyes." Camille buttoned the cloak of her winter school uniform, Turning to look at Sylvia's clothes, she frowned disapprovingly, "I just wanted to ask, are you wearing this in winter? Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

"Oh, Cam, the warming spell, I think you don't want your first date to be dressed like a ball?" Sylvia said as she walked two steps quickly, turning in a circle, The peacock green dress she was wearing floated slightly as she turned, drawing a beautiful arc, which just exposed the lower half of her calf.

When Camille saw her fair calf, which was almost the same color as the snow next to her, her first thought was not to admire Sylvia's beautiful and slender legs, but to frown and say in disapproval: "I remember the warming spell." At least there must be a little 'warm' to keep it warm! You don't have anything on your legs, so there's no way to keep it warm!" She still remembers that Sylvia's body temperature is not compared with hers, but with ordinary people, Sylvia Wei Ya's body temperature is also slightly lower, she is obviously a person who is afraid of the cold to death, so it doesn't matter what she looks like!

"Then would you like to let your cold and shivering girlfriend hold your warm hand?" Sylvia walked up to Camille with a coquettish smile, looked up at her from bottom to top, and stretched out one hand.

"..." It's her legs that should be cold, so what's the matter with holding hands?But Camille thought for a while and finally reached out to hold Sylvia's slender and slender hand, and the master, who was holding a weak hand like this, walked towards Hogsmeade village step by step through the snow.

When they came to Hogsmeade, Sylvia and Camille didn't choose to plunge into the overcrowded Honeydukes candy store.While Hogwarts couples recommend a date place, the teahouse in Patiff *blocked keyword* is full of tacky lace decorations, making Camille frown, and Sylvia doesn't like that kind of decoration.The small village allowed the two of them to visit from beginning to end very quickly.

"Well, I think we might as well go to the Three Broomsticks for a warm butterbeer." Sylvia suggested, she was really feeling a little cold now, and her teeth might be chattering if she went any further. The trembling that destroyed the atmosphere.

As soon as they entered the Three Broomsticks, it was much warmer. There happened to be a vacant seat for two people in the corner, so Sylvia and Camille hurried over and sat down.

"What do you want?" Sylvia asked.

"Butterbeer, Professor McGonagall has never allowed me to drink any alcoholic beverages with even a little bit of alcohol." Camille was about to stand up and go to the bar to order a drink, but she was immediately stopped by Sylvia.

"My treat, oh, don't argue with me about this! No discussion! Don't forget, I'm the lucky one who got rich overnight."

Well, Camille compromised, she sat back in her seat and waited for Sylvia to bring back drinks.She should really be a treat!Sylvia came back from seeing the manor for the first time that day, and after watching a... If you count Potter almost fell off, it was barely a wonderful Quidditch match, Sylvia didn't hold back I mentioned to her about the endless vault full of gold and jewelry in the manor. Although Camille felt that she was showing off, fortunately she didn't go around talking about it stupidly.

"Come on, I want to drink to see how delicious the famous butter beer is." Sylvia walked back with two warm small beer bottles, handed Camille a bottle and drank it into her mouth He took a big mouthful, "Well...it's really good! Oh, by the way, why didn't you tell me that the mistress of the three broomsticks is so beautiful!"

"You mean Ms. Rosmerta?" Camille turned his head and glanced at the woman who was standing behind the bar and pouring wine for an adult wizard sitting at the bar. She is said to be in her 40s, but she still has the charm Her figure and appearance have won her a large number of regular customers, "she is quite hot." Camille admitted.

"Hot?!" Sylvia stared at Camille with wide eyes. She had never heard her use such a word to describe anyone. No, where did Camille learn this word? !

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Camille didn't quite understand the surprised expression on Sylvia's face. Could it be that she was comparing her figure with Ms. Rosmota's?It is said that many girls are very concerned about these things. The more Camille thought about it, the more she felt that what she was thinking made sense, and then she began to scan Sylvia up and down.

"What's wrong? What are you doing?"

Camille sighed softly, looked at Sylvia sitting opposite her with regret, and tried to comfort Sylvia, "Don't be too sad, maybe your figure will become like that in the future, but I think you'd better eat more, at least let your body have some meat first, and then think about other parts."

"..." Sylvia was dumbfounded, and Camille thought she was comparing her figure with Ms. Rosmerta?She is only in the third grade, 13 years old!Sylvia feels that she is not so overconfident that she has to compare her figure with an adult woman, but Sylvia is very confident in her appearance!Besides, Sylvia feels that she will not lose to Ms. Rosmota's body when she grows up...probably...maybe Camille prefers...a 'hot' body?Didn't you see that Camille always told her to eat more!Sylvia was belatedly worried about her slender figure.

At this time, the door of the bar was opened again, and it was Professor Quirrell, who was wrapped up tightly. This may be the reason why he didn't faint all the people in the small bar with his garlic smell as soon as he entered the door.

Sylvia watched Professor Quirrell timidly sit at the bar and ordered a glass of butter beer.

"Cam, do you think Professor Quirrell feels weird?" Sylvia didn't want to be discovered, so she turned her gaze back to Camille's face.

"You mean except for the garlic smell?" Camille poured down the butter beer with a disgusted expression.

Sylvia nodded, "I always think he's weird, but I can't say why."

Unable to figure out why, Sylvia gave up, and Camille tried a glass of mead later. Seeing her chattering, she seemed to have more to say.

"Okay, I can't drink any more. I saw that Ms. Rosmerta is looking at you. I think she made an exception and sold you a glass of mead because she knew you." Sylvia stopped Camille wants another glass of mead.

"Okay..." Camille didn't want Ms. Rosmerta to tell Professor McGonagall that she was obviously underage, not only drank mead, which was really alcohol, but also greedy... that would be a disaster.

It was snowing heavily outside, and Sylvia went to the Wenrenju quill shop to buy some nibs and then took Camille on the way back to the castle.

"Tell you that you'll die from the cold." Camille said helplessly as she watched Sylvia's face turned pale from the cold and kept stomping her feet lightly.

Sylvia stopped and stared at Camille for a while, then just rushed towards her.There must be too much alcohol in the butter beer for a third-year little wizard, otherwise she would not be able to stand up in Camille's arms.

Camille's body is warm, like a small stove. Anyway, after visiting the Wizard Village in winter, and walking back to the castle with the cold wind blowing, there is nothing happier than being hugged by such a small stove. .

"Why are you hugging me! It's so hard to walk like this!" Camille was still so puzzled.

"Holding you to keep you warm!" Sylvia said with a smile. As long as Camille doesn't refuse, she doesn't mind her little girlfriend's impatient tone. You can't treat a little girl who is learning what 'love' is Idiots have too high demands.

"Where's your warming spell? With such a strong magical power, you can always think of something!"

"forget!"

"..." Well, now Camille finally realized what it means to be a spoiled child, but walking in the snow like this is really difficult!

Camille suddenly remembered the night when she was confessed. She went back to her dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, lying on the bed and promised herself that she would seriously face the things she had to learn about feelings and emotions.She took a closer look at how she felt now - although it was a bit troublesome to walk together like this, she didn't really mind that much.

"If you are still not sure, just imagine me as someone else." Camille remembered Sylvia's suggestion a few days ago.

Replace this brown candy with someone else... Evil! !Camille felt that her hairs were standing on end, she didn't really have time to substitute a specific person at all, just the concept of 'the person holding her is not Sylvia' made her frown disgustingly.

Definitely going to hit it with a punch!Camille thought very positively.

"Why are you frowning? If you really don't like this..." Sylvia was a little uneasy and wanted to let go of her arms around Camille's waist.

Camille was still trying to get rid of the feeling of being disgusted by her own assumptions, and unconsciously pulled Sylvia back into her arms, "I'm not talking about you, I'm thinking about the alternative method of assumptions you mentioned..." Because Talking about this matter, Camille had to think of her assumption again, she frowned fiercely, what a terrible assumption!

"Oh! It seems that the hypothetical method is very effective?" Sylvia took the opportunity of Camille to hug her and pressed her body tighter. She was wearing two-inch high wedge boots and Camille The height difference is so perfect that she can put her chin directly on Camille's shoulder without stepping on her feet or raising her head.

"Don't talk about it, that scene is really creepy... I will definitely give that person a hard punch!"

"What about Miss Granger?"

Camille thought for a while, "Maybe I'll just give her an over-the-shoulder fall."

Is an over-the-shoulder throw better than a punch... Oh, it seems?Sylvia thought that Camille's so-called "severe punch" broke the neck of an adult troll, so it seems that an over-the-shoulder throw is really more polite, right?Tsk tsk, poor Miss Granger, Sylvia pretended to mourn for Hermione's position in Camille's heart for three seconds in her heart.

"Where's Professor McGonagall?" Sylvia came up with another character. Professor McGonagall should be more important to Camille.

"You don't mean to let me hug Professor McGonagall..." Camille twisted her body uncomfortably until Sylvia's head, which had just left her shoulder because of her words, leaned back.

"Pfft..." Sylvia buried her face in the curvature of Camille's neck, giggling, "Maybe it's not realistic now, but I think you will surpass her in height soon, so Perhaps it can be understood in this way! Pfft..."

"Okay, then maybe you won't beat her up... What are you laughing at! Shut up! You mentioned this for no reason! Your hair is so itchy..."

Camille's unintimidating disgust from time to time and Sylvia's muffled laughter, which was sometimes clear and sometimes seemed to be stuffy somewhere, spread in the gradually falling snow.

The author made an old Ford

Sorry for popping up this weird thing in the article...

Well, the author just wants to inform everyone that I drove an old Ford, maybe if I write it in the future... I will put the content (you all understand) on it

then!

The opportunity to drive this old Ford was early this morning, 'Baiquan' children's shoes drew a manuscript with sixty chapters, and put the link in the comments - then it was deleted by JJ inexplicably ==|||

What The Fxxx!

Because I couldn't reply to that comment and couldn't see that comment on the general page, the angry author drove an old Ford ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The following manuscripts are from 'Baiquan' children's shoes~~

The author likes the texture of the clothes~~Cam looks really sad╮(╯▽╰)╭

but... thinking about why it's a short skirt...? ?

After talking for a long time, the author's old Ford is as follows:

Heavenly and earthly, don’t tell me that these links will also be harmonized, okay JJ! !