hp Ouroboros

Sylvia walked into the empty lounge of Slytherin College, just as the bonfire in the center of the lounge was lit, the door of the lounge was knocked with a bang—this is really an unprecedented strange thing!

The door to the Slytherin lounge is not a picture, it's a solid wall itself, with a green painting hanging from the top with a great silver serpent hanging from the top, to which the password is spoken, If you don’t say the password, even if you open the curtain, all you can see is a wall, and Sylvia didn’t tell Camille Slytherin’s password—the whole school can probably knock a wall Only the frighteningly strong Camille, who became more flexible with age and the mastery of Wolfsbane, is cute...

Walking over to open the door, sure enough, Camille stood at the door rubbing her left hand with a displeased face.

"What's the matter? Why did you come here suddenly?" Sylvia didn't quite believe that Camille, a toddler in the emotional world, came here because she wanted to see her—in fact, they just brought Dumbledore half an hour ago Headmaster Lido and the officials returned from their 'half-day tour of Slytherin Manor'.

"Gryffindor Tower can't stay anymore!" Camille walked into the Slytherin lounge without waiting for Sylvia's invitation, complaining.

"what happened?"

"All the boys from the Weasley family stayed in school! And Harry! Merlin! I can't help but go back and sit down and read the magical animals I just met in the woods of your home!" Camille gritted his teeth. Angrily, he sat down on the large circular sofa next to the fire.

Sylvia smiled and didn't say much, but called Sissi, the house elf of Hogwarts, to take some snacks and put them on the iron frame around the fire.Camille is a hot-tempered person, and his temper comes and goes quickly.

Sure enough, Camille seemed to realize that she was sitting in a lounge with a different style from the golden red and warm Gryffindor lounge. She twisted left and right and looked at the circular sofa she was sitting on and the center of the sofa. Huge fire structure with turquoise flames.

"Oh! The style of your lounge is really different!" Camille said belatedly, stood up and walked around the lounge with great interest, touching here and there - look, just Saying that she lost her temper quickly, Sylvia picked up a warm flame-baked homemade biscuit and ate it absently to hide the smirk on her face.

Camille sat back on the sofa but she immediately found the most special place in the Slytherin lounge. She looked up at the transparent dome and exclaimed in amazement: "Oh! Transparent! So this is the Black Lake outside?"

Before Sylvia could answer, a strange fish with the size of an adult's arm swam past the top of the lounge, and Camille jumped up from the sofa to stare at the strange fish slowly swimming away.

"You guys are much more interesting than Gryffindor Tower!" Camille fell back on the dark green velvet sofa.

"That's because there is no one here now. Can you imagine how many people like Mr. Malfoy or Mr. Flint are sitting here? Ah, by the way, Master Malfoy's two big servants will tell you Clean up all the food on the table." Sylvia pouted teasingly towards the plate of biscuits and two cups of hot tea on the iron rack by the campfire.

Camille rolled her eyes, grabbed a chocolate biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth, "This is really good, you just deleted a lounge that I rarely like from my satisfaction list."

"I hope the Hufflepuffs will welcome you to visit their lounge. Although they are very gossip, at least their lounge is next to the kitchen. Maybe you can move to the kitchen and make a floor." Sylvia ate Laughing, "I probably don't have much hope of getting in there, most Hufflepuffs are terrified of me now."

Sylvia and Camille sat side by side on the sofa in the Slytherin lounge, chatting every sentence. Sylvia would never be willing to waste time doing this kind of thing before, but it is different now. She always felt that they hadn't chatted for a long time. How could there be no light from the black lake to penetrate into the lounge from the transparent dome of the lounge?Why is it already dinner time?

After dinner in the restaurant, Camille ran back to Gryffindor Tower to get her homework and her pillow and went to the Slytherin lounge to lie down.

"I'm going to sleep here today!" Camille said confidently as she put the pillow on a sofa of the right size beside the lounge.

Silvia froze for a moment, but immediately ran back to her bedroom with a mysterious smile. A few minutes later, she stood beside the sofa Camille chose with her pillow in her arms and looked at her, "I haven't tried it with my little girl yet. A night out with friends! Perhaps you wouldn't mind casting an Extended Transfiguration Charm that lasts until tomorrow morning?"

Camille stared blankly at the smiling Sylvia. Although she was smiling confidently, Sylvia was actually very nervous and a little shy. She didn't pay attention when she was calmly nervous. Seeing the heat on her fair cheeks, the rosy look made Camille stunned for a while.

"Oh... oh! Alright..." Camille rubbed his nose, stood up and drew out his wand and cast an expansion spell on the dark green long sofa, turning the sofa into a sofa wide enough for two people to lie down on bed.

The two of them lay straight on the sofa bed. The silence made Camille very uncomfortable, and she twisted a few times.

"Are you asleep?" Sylvia's very soft voice came over.

"No."

Just as Camille blamed the reason for her inability to fall asleep to playing too crazy in the forest during the day, a cold hand suddenly touched hers, and Camille grabbed it subconsciously.

"Your hands are so cold, why do you teach me not to cover the quilt!" Camille sat up abruptly, frowning, pulled out her wand unhappyly, and transformed the cloak she took off on the low table next to her into a thick blanket Throwing it on Sylvia buried her whole body.

"Hmm... so heavy..." Sylvia struggled to get her head out of the pile of deadly heavy wool blankets with one hand still in Camille's hand and she didn't want to pull it back.Satisfied, Camille lay down again.

"Today, I heard from Principal Dumbledore that the Mirror of Erised is currently stored in the school." Sylvia found a topic after being nervous and drowsy.

"Magic mirror? What can it do?"

"The book says it can reveal a person's inner desire."

"and then?"

"What then? No more."

"Hey!" Camille let out a sigh of disdain, "What's the use of that? Who doesn't know what they want? What's the need for that rotten mirror to tell me? I thought making a wish would come true."

Sylvia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the magic mirror was listed as a highly dangerous item, and it had seduced many wizards, but in Camille's mouth, it was just a rotten mirror that said 'the wish will not come true'!

"Don't you know what you want?" Camille turned to look at Sylvia.

Sylvia looked at Camille and then smiled, and suddenly she felt courage that she didn't know where to come from. Sylvia leaned towards Camille, knowing that the two of them were forehead to forehead, "I know what I want, and It’s almost like a wish has come true.”

Oh... well... Of course Camille knew what the woman was talking about - she was just not emotionally sensitive, not an idiot!

"No! It's not really realized yet!" Sylvia sat up suddenly, ran back to the dormitory and took a hand-sized exquisitely crafted small clock. She didn't know what mechanism she pressed to set it The small clock on the table began to play slow and soft music.

Sylvia smiled and stretched out her hand to Camille, "Would you like to dance with me? This beautiful girl!" Speaking of which, Sylvia made a decent gesture to invite the dance, except She looked a little nondescript in the dark green fluffy pajamas.

Camille froze in place - she found that since she and Sylvia decided to start a relationship, she had more and more chances to be silly. I really don't know if this is good news.

"I...can't dance..." Camille whispered awkwardly, a little sorry for possibly not being able to fulfill the little *blocked keyword* wish.oh!The book says that if the other half's wish cannot be fulfilled, that person will feel guilty, although it is not to the point of 'guilt', but does this count as a little progress in the relationship?

Sylvia didn't seem disappointed at all, she took Camille's hand, "Me neither, but... what does it matter!" She put Camille's arms around her waist at the same time , and he put his arms around Camille's neck.

The two of them are now very close, and as the heat spreads, the scent of frost flowers and dark chocolate on Sylvia's body easily mixed with the faint scent of fir wood on her body, forming an indescribable indescribable fragrance that made her feel ashamed. With the aroma that quickly relaxed her mind, she lowered her head and put her chin on Sylvia's forehead without any teacher.It was skin like fine silk, Camille rubbed it lightly, and the smooth touch from the chin made Camille feel particularly happy.

Closing her eyes, Sylvia smiled and leaned her forehead against Camille's chin. She even occasionally raised her head mischievously, letting Camille's lips lightly touch her forehead.

Unknowingly, they slowly swayed to the soft music.

Obviously, Slytherin's lounge is located underwater and it should be colder. The blue-green bonfire in Slytherin must be warmer than the orange-red one in Gryffindor Tower!Otherwise, why was she about to sweat and her heart was beating so fast, Camille felt that her head was now 'stuffed with achnatherum' as Professor Snape said, she couldn't think, she couldn't even recall the book she read recently I read it several times, according to Hufflepuffs, how it is described in the book "must-read classics for love"... I seem to vaguely remember that such a situation was mentioned above, what should I do...

"What are you thinking?" Sylvia asked softly, of course she noticed Camille's distraction.

"I was thinking about "How to be a perfect *shielded keyword*", there seems to be a situation similar to the present, but why can't I remember the part about how to do it..." Camille looked confused, and was caught by the west. When Sylvia asked, the little troubles in her head subconsciously blurted out.

"Pfft!" Sylvia tightened her hands around Camille's neck and laughed.

With her smile, Camille finally realized what stupid things she said just now!Merlin's full set of embroidered underwear! !Camille can now understand what it means to 'want to dig a hole and bury herself in it', oh, Slytherin's lounge is already underground, and there is no need to dig a hole...

"What are you laughing at?" Camille raised her eyebrows and tried to pretend to be angry, but her rare weak tone and slightly flushed face made it difficult for people to believe her 'angry'.

Shaking her head, Sylvia really thought that such a short-tempered cutie like Camille would really look up the kind of eighth wife she described as "only Hufflepuff has nothing to do in order to learn how to fall in love". We only read books', Sylvia felt her nose a little itchy even though she was smiling.

She raised her head and stood on tiptoe and kissed Camille on the cheek. Looking at Camille, Sylvia saw a moving and serious face of herself printed in her golden eyes like sun flames, "I don't need those , Cam, you are already perfect."