hp Ouroboros

Sylvia and Camille met Hermione Granger, who looked a little like a young otter, in a shop selling ink and quills in Diagon Alley. When I entered the store, I almost ran into Camille who had grown a few inches after a summer vacation.

"Oh! Sister Camille! Sister Sylvia! Hello!" Seeing the people in front of her clearly, Hermione happily greeted Camille and Sylvia who was standing next to her, and then turned her head to look again She glanced over Camille's head a few times, "Well...Senior Camille, have you grown a little taller?"

"Well, it's almost 5.8 feet tall!" Camille said proudly, holding her head up.

In fact, what Hermione meant was that she felt that Camille was a bit too high for a girl, especially a girl who was about 14 years old. see her face.

After discussing with the boss to reserve a batch of ink with very special materials, Sylvia and Granger said goodbye to the three of them. Crowds didn't seem to be a problem for her—Camille, who was invisible on the surface but actually very strong, strode towards Sylvia pushed aside the crowd and squeezed out a way in the crowd. Sylvia followed her half a step behind, as if walking effortlessly on a broad avenue. There was not even a single wrinkle on the dark green wizard robe. No - Ron and Harry were dumbfounded by their tacit understanding.

When Camille broke out of the siege and led Sylvia, who she evaluated as "slender and fragile, she would be trampled to death if she fell into the crowd", she finally found a small empty space on the second floor of Lihen Bookstore to take a rest. , she simply unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt and fanned the wind with her hands in vain.

"Did you just see the banner at the door of the bookstore? The guy who wrote the pile of textbooks we're going to use this year, Harold or Lockhart, is doing a book signing here! Merlin... why did you choose? Come to Diagon Alley on such a day? Isn’t it possible to use mail order?” Camille complained as she watched the chaos downstairs and the horrible scene of people crowded everywhere.Camille is basically a man of few words, but she just can't seem to hold back her 'cute little complaints' when it comes to Sylvia.

"No way, that batch of ink is quite special, so it's not easy to explain it in a letter, and I have an appointment with the bookstore owner in a while, he seems to want to cooperate with me to publish some books about ancient magic, so I can only come here in person Come." Although she enjoys her girlfriend's "opening the way" care, she also feels distressed, if she doesn't really have something to deal with, she wouldn't want to come to Diagon Alley at this time and let others squeeze her girlfriend!

"Go back and ask Alger to cook something delicious..." Sylvia was interrupted by a burst of white light and a sound of "Pacha!" before she could finish her sentence.

Looking down, a very contrived wizard with blond curly hair and dazzling white teeth smiling was taking a photo with the famous Harry Potter, and the sound of taking pictures was endless.It's just that Harry Potter looked stiff, and he should have been suddenly pulled over by that Lockhart to take a photo.

"This is for the Daily Prophet." Camille heard the grumpy-looking short man holding up a big black camera and jumping back and forth to take pictures of Lockhart and Potter. Ron, who blocked him, said.

She frowned fiercely, "This Harold will take your page in the Daily Prophet?!"

"His name is Lockhart, cutie. I'm not the boss of the newspaper. I can report whatever I want to report." Sylvia glanced at Camille and turned back to watch the chaos downstairs and laugh. He said, "Besides, I would rather they report on the speeches in the school after school starts, instead of being written by some messy reporters now with some boring gossip."

"That's right, then you'd better hide it." Before Sylvia could react to what Camille was saying, Camille snapped the large cloak cap attached to her wizard robe on her head.

Camille is a typical example of how the body moves much faster than the head. The behavior of protecting the little girlfriend Sylvia seems to be a matter that does not need to go through the brain at all, until the voice of Sylvia is not heard, Kamil Mill just looked down at her.

Oh... that sweet expression with watery eyes and a smile again... Well, maybe she was a little overprotective, but what can she do if her body moves by itself? !Camille thought, indulgently took the initiative to hold Sylvia's hand when she pushed aside her wizard robe sleeve and touched her hand. The cool skin of Sylvia's hand was as delicate as the finest silk, Camille actually liked the touch.

Downstairs, the wizard, dressed and behaving like a peacock, was about to deliver his speech. "Ladies and gentlemen," said Lockhart loudly, waving everyone to silence, "how unusual this is. A moment! I'm taking this wonderful occasion to announce a little thing that I've been holding back for a while."

"Young Harry walked into Leigh's Bookstore today just to buy my autobiography - I would have given him the book for free on the spot - but he didn't know that," Lockhart went on, shaking Snapped, causing his glasses to slide on the tip of his nose, "He will soon get something more valuable than my book "Magical Me", in fact, he and his classmates will get a real, magical me .Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure and pride that I announce that this September, I will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"Oh...Merlin's floral pajama pants..." Standing on the second floor but able to hear Lockhart's speech clearly, Camille couldn't bear the blow and didn't hold her hand. Sylvia covered her face with her hands, and then she suddenly turned her head to look at Sylvia, "Don't tell me you also talk to those middle-aged women, oh, yes, I just saw Granger, like So stupid to be confused by Lockhart's stupid look!"

Sylvia's brows have been frowning since just now, and she shook her head. She strongly disapproved of the fact that Mr. Lockhart will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the new school year at Hogwarts. If you look carefully, you can find a lot of mistakes, I thought the new professor was going to use it as a negative example to teach!" Sylvia said and stopped looking downstairs, she turned her head and stared at Camille coquettishly, "Honestly, Cam, Lockhart isn't even one percent as charming as you, cutie."

Touching her neck, Camille immediately turned her head away from looking at Sylvia. There are too many people here, and the air looks a bit stuffy... Camille swallowed to try to moisten her throat that was suddenly hot and thirsty, but that was not the case. To no avail, she had no choice but to dryly turn away from the more charming topic about Lockhart or herself, "Isn't this person who became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts after these mothers-in-law sent letters to harass Principal Dumbledore?" Let's go!" Looking at the group of excited middle-aged women below who were blushing and applauding fiercely, Camille felt more and more that Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts course had no hope at all.

The part that surprised them the most today was not that the peacock novelist Lockhart was going to Hogwarts to spoil the black defense courses of the little wizards, but actually seeing the fight between Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy!

Forget about Mr. Weasley, their family has quit the so-called pure-blood nobles for a long time, but what Sylvia and Camille didn't expect is that they must maintain the standard drawl of pure-blood nobles even when they speak. Mr. Malfoy, who speaks in such a way, can fight in an overcrowded bookstore like this!Or use the 'Muggle-style melee' that Slytherins look down on most? !

"Mr. Malfoy shouldn't be like this..." Sylvia whispered suspiciously.

Ever since she joined the Slytherin chief group, she has been in contact with some big family children, not to mention that after inheriting the Slytherin family at the end of last year, those so-called pure-blood nobles, no matter how big or small, whether they actually support her or not, have more or less sympathy. Send someone to contact her.From other people's conversations, Sylvia heard that the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy, is not a simple-minded figure like his son Draco. As long as he took over the main beam of the Malfoy family and tried his best to turn the tide and prop up the crumbling family that was squandered because of his father's profligacy, it can be seen that he is by no means a person who will roll up his sleeves impulsively in public and look down on him at all Mr. Weasley fights people.

"He stuffed an extra copy for the Weasley girl." Camille's golden eyes shimmered, and Mr. Malfoy stuffed it together while returning her second-hand book to Miss Weasley. The act of entering a book in the Girl's Crucible did not escape Camille's wolf pupils.

Some chubby owners of Lihen Bookstore squeezed through the crowd and walked towards Sylvia and the others. Sylvia waved at the middle-aged man who was slightly bald on the top of his head, and at the same time whispered to Camille: "Don't worry about it for now. , the Weasley girl seems to be entering school this year, and their family is almost all Gryffindors. If you get a chance, keep an eye on that girl. Dobby's warning, Mr. Malfoy's abnormal behavior and the book ...I have a bad feeling."

The rest of the summer vacation was nothing special. The old couple Cassandra, who was on vacation at Sylvia’s manor, always ate outside with a picnic basket. According to them, a lake in the depths of the forest was extremely beautiful. But Sylvia felt that since that breakfast, the two old men seemed to have intentionally left their two children alone.

The day before the start of school was the night of the full moon when the materials needed to be put into the Animagus Transformation Potion—the area where Hogwarts is located was indeed a cloudy day where the full moon could not be seen. Fortunately, Sylvia sent an apparition The shifting fairy butler, Alger found a place where there was no shadow to block the direct moonlight in just 10 minutes after the moon came out.

Camille, who still couldn't control the change of the full moon night, opened her huge wolf mouth, and spit out the mandrake leaves that had been contained for a whole month into the small bottle on the ground.

Apart from being able to wander around in her manor to enjoy life with a wealthy girlfriend, another advantage is that Camille doesn't need to worry about the other ingredients needed for the Animagus Transformation Potion.

Immediately after the leaves were spit into the bottle, Sylvia added Camille's hair that had been prepared before, a silver teaspoon of dew that hadn't seen the sun for seven days collected from the depths of the forest in the manor, and her long-term cooperation with potions. High quality dead hawk moth chrysalis ordered by the store.

Seeing all the materials melt together smoothly in a few seconds and turn into a silvery-white sticky appearance, Sylvia and Camille were relieved—thanks to Merlin, the saliva in werewolf form is also effective, Otherwise, not only would Camille’s inconvenience this month be in vain, she would even have to wait until she could completely control the transformation of the full moon before she could start practicing Animagus.

After confirming that the small bottle was sealed, Sylvia put the bottle of potion directly into her arms, "Okay, the next step is to wait for the storm. I will put the potion in the vault. If it happens that I will not be there during the thunderstorm Nearby, you can ask Alger to bring it to you, I told him all about it."

Nodding, Camille has no opinion at all. The bottle of potion needs to be stored in a quiet and dark place until the storm comes, and the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower where she lives Clearly does not meet any of the storage requirements 'quiet' and 'no light'.

Although Professor McGonagall suggested ignoring the possible storms this summer and drinking potions to prepare for transformation when the storms in the subsequent seasons or even next year come, Camille hopes to complete the Animagus transformation this year, after all Every day at sunrise and sunset, I have to hold a magic wand and say a spell to my heart. If this kind of life continues into the next year, it will be really boring.