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Slytherin Manor is across the river from Hogwarts Castle, and Professor McGonagall’s house where Camille lives is also within a short walk of Hogsmeade Village, so there is no need to take Hogwarts The express Sylvia and Camille had a final competition in the multi-terrain fighting room in the afternoon (Camille finally gave up teaching Sylvia purely physical fighting skills, and then she lost without accident), and the two washed up. Take a comfortable hot bath and drink afternoon tea leisurely.As the sky was getting darker, Camille drew out his wand and pointed at his heart in the fading sunset, and concentrated on finishing the chanting of the Animagus spell today, before the two of them got into the stylish carriage made by Sylvia Go to Hogwarts.

The old students who had been on the train for a day sat in the auditorium in twos and threes. One or two looked excited or touched their stomachs and looked extremely hungry, but their stomachs were still full of exquisite refreshments for afternoon tea, and the tip of their noses could still faintly smell their mouths. Camille, who had just drank the aroma of hot cocoa, caught a cold and made her sit up straight with a look of air.

The opening ceremony of the new school year is generally unchanged, but this year Camille has to endure Gilderoy Lockhart, who is wearing a water-green robe, sitting on the professor's chair like a peacock eager to open his tail. All the students showed toothy smiles from different angles—the most incredible thing was that those little witches actually lamented how handsome Professor Lockhart was with nympho looks on their faces!

The long Slytherin table was not that exaggerated, and their attention was basically on the Potions Professor who should be sitting next to Professor Lockhart, and the seat of Professor Snape, who was also the dean of their college, was unexpectedly empty. thing.

"Professor Snape probably strongly disapproved of sitting next to that shiny Professor Lockhart." A Slytherin boy said mockingly in a low voice.

"Oh, don't say that about Professor Lockhart!" Little Sylvia's second-time Daphne Greengrass seemed to be a fan of Lockhart, and she raised her eyebrows angrily when someone slandered her idol.

Sylvia saw Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting diagonally across from Daphne, rolled her eyes very covertly. She expressed her relief that at least a few of the witches in Slytherin House were still awake.

When the table full of delicious food appeared on the dining table, almost no one noticed that Snape walked in from the side door behind the professor's seat with a gloating look on his face and said a few words to McGonagall. McGonagall turned her head and stared at Snape in disbelief. Nepe looked at it for a few seconds, and then quickly followed him out - Sylvia saw it, and so did Camille, who came to school after she was full.

Turning to look at Camille who was sitting at the long table in Gryffindor, Camille who was rarely able to concentrate on eating in the face of a table of delicacies was also looking at her, Camille made a few mouth shapes, Sylvia was very It was easy to understand what she wanted to say, "Harry and Ron are not here."

not here?Can the two boys still miss the train?The children of the Weasley family are all here. I just saw that Weasley girl named Ginny was sorted into Gryffindor!

Then Dumbledore stood up and walked out. Well, now Sylvia understood that it was really about Harry Potter.I hope that Potter is safe and well... Sylvia doesn't care if the boy lives or dies, but in this amazing lecture about to be delivered, Sylvia basically wants someone to help Voldemort of hatred.

Principal Dumbledore came back soon, and even Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape returned to their seats on the professor's chair. Looking at their expressions, Sylvia was very sure about the 'Boy Who Lived' This time it was 'surviving' again.

Professor McGonagall tapped her gold cup lightly, and all the delicious food on the table disappeared. The auditorium quickly fell silent, and Headmaster Dumbledore stood up, "The new school year is about to begin. The papers know that this term we will have the great honor of giving a lecture by Miss Sylvia Slytherin, the sole heir to the Slytherin family for almost 1000 years, on the first Saturday after term begins At eight o'clock in the evening, in the auditorium, Ms. Slytherin will explain some views and insights of Mr. Salazar Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and everyone is welcome to participate actively." Dumbledore Speaking of himself, he took the lead in applauding, and the students of Slytherin House applauded very positively this time. Sylvia also stood up and nodded to everyone under everyone's gaze.

On the way of the little wizards leaving the auditorium, the news came from nowhere—Harry and Ron actually flew almost all over the UK to Hogwarts in a Muggle car illegally modified by Mr. Weasley? !Failed to land and was almost killed by the Whomping Willow? !Sylvia was thankful that she was at the head of the Slytherin line, at least no one saw her huge rolled eyes.

On the other side, the portrait of the Fat Lady had just been opened, and the noisy congratulations from inside made Camille slam the door subconsciously, startling the Fat Lady in the portrait, and after walking a few steps, Camille remembered—— School has started, and she can no longer run to Sylvia to hide from these horrible noises!

Even the thick wooden door of the dormitory couldn't cut off the noisy voices below. Camille lay on the bed sulking. Fortunately, when Granger walked in, she also had a sullen face. As for her reason for her two friends Camille didn't care if she was angry about the way she went to school regardless of safety, or because of something else, anyway, it would be nice to see someone as unhappy as her.

The next morning, Camille, who had completed the transformation of the Animagus outside the castle and asked to chant the mantra at sunrise, walked into the auditorium and saw a gray owl falling straight down to Granville with its feathers scattered. Jay's bowl of milk crisps, a big splash of milk, crisps and gray bird feathers - this is called the daily life of Gryffindor.

I deliberately chose a seat with a little distance. Just as Camille sat down, before he had time to take a bite, he was startled by a loud sound that sounded like a violent explosion. Oh, the explosion even shook the ceiling. The old dust had shaken off a little, and Camille looked sadly at the dusty food on the table.

There is no need for Camille to stand up and teach someone a lesson. A middle-aged woman’s shouting is loud and the cups, pans, and pans on the table are rattling. With the high-ceilinged all-stone auditorium, her scolding voice is naturally amplified even more. It was loud, with great echoes as if the lady had appeared in all directions of the auditorium at the same time.

"Ronald Billys Weasley!! How dare you!! Stealing the car, I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you, see what I do with you then!! You probably don't I never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone..."

It was Mrs. Weasley, the red letter floating in the air in front of Ron, opening and closing like Mrs. Weasley's mouth.

Although it was terribly noisy, Camille was in a very happy mood——Ron curled up and almost slipped under the bench, Harry (Camille felt a little regretful, Because Mrs. Weasley didn't scold him together) eyes glazed over and head down looking lost.

"I received a letter from Professor Dumbledore last night. Your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to bring you up. We didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives! So angry Damn!! Your father will be censored, it’s all your fault!! If you don’t follow the rules, we’ll bring you back right away!!”

When Mrs. Weasley's angry roar finally stopped, the red howling letter burned into ashes in the air, and Harry and Ron sat there dumbfounded, and the whole auditorium looked in their direction and ate. smile.

The fourth grade courses are a little more difficult than the third grade ones, but it doesn't bother Camille. The 'catastrophic teaching accident' that happened in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts has already spread to the ears of every student in Hogwarts, and most of the students' faces are full of ridicule—— Cornish elves are a bunch of little troublemakers who aren't dangerous other than mischief.

Except for a few nympho girls who were still trying to justify what Lockhart looked like was a big ass.

"Can you believe that Granger is actually a member of that group of nympho little witches?!" Camille said in disbelief when he boarded the Astronomy Tower with Sylvia after dinner.

Probably Merlin hoped to give this girl who had completely dismissed astronomy and planned to give up astronomy one more chance to choose life. This year, it was finally the turn of Gryffindor's fourth-year astronomy class to be combined with her old rival, Slytherin's fourth-year class. , Camille finally had the opportunity to understand what the professor was muttering under the explanation of his little girlfriend and partner!

"Oh, well, Granger really didn't expect..." Sylvia walked the spiral staircase, and turned her head to look at Camille with a strange look, "Little Slytherin witch, um... It was half and half at the beginning of the school year, and now, you know that Slytherin students are very realistic, and even Miss Greenglass, the second year who admired Lockhart the most, gave up on him."

When Camille was awakened by Sylvia's gentle shaking, it was already an hour and a half after the astronomy class was completely over.

Maybe it was because of too much sleep, or maybe it was because of the scent of frost flowers and dark chocolate lingering on Sylvia's nose, Camille lay on the bed in her dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, her eyes wide open Staring at the canopy of the four-poster bed, sleeplessly.

So it turns out that even if you take a class with a know-it-all that you don’t understand at all, when the know-it-all is your girlfriend and is soft-hearted and doesn’t want to wake up the girlfriend who fell asleep on her shoulder, you want to learn that knowledge well. This class is simply a fantasy!

Camille even felt that with Sylvia, her sleep quality gradually improved in the astronomy class - Sylvia actually closed her ears when she was unconsciously leaning on her shoulder while she was sleeping. Hear the spell!It's no wonder I can't sleep well!