hp Ouroboros

Early on Saturday morning, Harry was dragged out of bed by Gryffindor Quidditch captain Wood and asked for Quidditch training? !Harry dazedly fumbled for his glasses, and took a closer look out the window... The sun had barely risen outside, and there was only a faint light on the horizon—it was really early in the morning...

Harry took his beloved Nimbus 2000 broom and followed Wood out of the castle with a muddy head. The early morning mist still shrouded the lawn in front of the castle.Then Harry saw a figure standing in the middle of the mist, rubbing his eyes, that seemed to be Miss Camille from Gryffindor who was famous for her cold face and outbursts?What is she doing so early?

Seeing Camille pull out her dark red wand, Harry suddenly became more energetic, and even stopped rushing to the Quidditch pitch. What was she going to do?

Harry saw that Camille bent his arm and pointed the wand at her own heart. Unsure why, Harry suddenly became nervous. Is there any magic that needs to be aimed at himself, or at the heart?Harry nervously searched for the knowledge that he might have in his head, but he found not only that his head was not functioning properly because he hadn't woken up much, but also because he didn't seem to have any knowledge in his head, even some things he taught last year were being considered. After the test, he gave back a large part to the teacher on the spot. He only remembered a few small spells, and the rest... It was the first time Harry felt that his mind was so blank.

Facing the slowly rising sun, Camille didn't shake her hand holding the magic wand aimed at the heart. She slightly opened her lips and chanted the spell in a low voice but focused.

Harry didn't see any light coming from the tip of her wand, nothing seemed to happen?She frowned a little, maybe Camille failed to cast the spell?But even so Camille continued to read.Suddenly, he thought about being scolded by two seniors, Camille and Sylvia, together with Ron in the first grade... He really didn't seem to work hard.

"Harry! What are you doing? Follow up! Today is the first training of the new semester, and there are many tactics to discuss with everyone! We don't have that much time!" Wood stood not far in front, and said to Harry.

"Here we come!" Harry trotted a few steps to follow, perhaps he needed to be more serious.

A few hours later, in the empty classroom on the fifth floor, Sylvia was arranging the materials that might be used in the evening, and doing the last practice, while Camille was sitting by the side eating the lunch that Alger had just delivered—— lunch.

I wanted to use a knife and fork to cut the steak on the plate more elegantly, but it seemed that the knife was too rotten. After cutting for a long time, I only cut a small piece. Camille, who hadn’t eaten since early morning, threw it away angrily. That rotten table knife, inserted into the steak and bit it into his mouth.

"I ate the steak for you, only your salad is left, take it and eat it!" Camille added her own salad to Sylvia's salad bowl to make a big bowl, and pushed it to Sylvia. In front of Weiya, "I will take you to the medical wing when you faint from hunger, eat quickly!"

The only thing waiting for the taciturn Gryffindor black lion to start nagging mode is that Sylvia wears too little clothes and Sylvia doesn’t eat much—especially Sylvia It's like a sparrow with a small appetite.Camille has always suspected that she is suffering from mild anorexia, but fortunately, Sylvia can always eat something under her urging.

After sorting out the materials spread out on the table, Sylvia used a slender finger to touch the bowl of salad, which was obviously more than one person’s serving. Unlike Camille, who woke up early to practice Animagus, she She just got up and had breakfast, and she wasn't hungry yet, but she never refused Camille's kindness.

Sylvia ate quietly for a while, and Hermione appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Senior Camille and Sylvia, good afternoon." Hermione greeted the two senior sisters. Although she didn't know why it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Sister Sylvia was still eating lunch, but if strictly according to the time Well, it's indeed afternoon now.

"Why are you free to come over today? Where are Ron and Harry?" Camille turned the wooden chair into a simple recliner, lying on the sunlight coming in from the classroom window, and at the same time made a miniature ice blue one beside the chair. bonfire.

"Oh, they were just informed by Professor McGonagall that they will be punished for labor service tomorrow night because of their way of coming to school that does not comply with the school regulations. They are rushing homework in the lounge. I think I should not write with them Homework, they always want to copy my homework!" Hermione said while staring at the icy blue bonfire in a small iron bucket next to Camille, and finally couldn't help asking, "Senior Camille...you won't be very Is it hot?"

Now that school has just started, that is, in early September, the summer heat has not completely faded away, especially in the afternoon, when Hermione and Harry just came back from Hagrid's hut, they felt sweaty, and Senior Camille basked in the sun like this There's a bonfire on the side?

"This is a heat-absorbing fire, otherwise I wouldn't die from the heat just by basking in the sun like this. I have to put one next to it to absorb the heat, and then I can enjoy the sun and be cool!" Camille turned over on the deck chair and turned into a lying face. The pose looks very enjoyable.

"Heat-absorbing flames! I didn't know about this!" Hermione walked over curiously, and sure enough, as soon as she got close to Camille, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot. Hermione squatted in front of the ice-blue flame with great interest to observe , it seems that the closer you are, the lower the temperature will feel.

Sylvia finally managed to finish a bowl of salad for two people. That guy Camille actually cut some steaks into strips and hid them in a pile of vegetables. It seems that Camille has made great progress in practicing the silent spell since the summer vacation. She She didn't notice what spell she used to cut those steaks before, and she even asked Alger to give Camille a very blunt and rotten table knife, thinking that by doing so, she could avoid the fate of being nearly strangled to death.

Sylvia pushed back the empty salad bowl and the sound of finishing paper brought Hermione's attention back.She sat down at the table and said very excitedly: "Tonight is the senior sister's speech! I saw the registration form that Professor McGonagall is holding. It is densely packed. Everyone should register to listen to it!"

Although she really wanted to inquire about the content of the speech that she would hear tonight, Hermione held back in the end. She turned to Camille and asked about the heat-absorbing flame. Seems like a good idea for a hot flame!

At 07:30 in the evening, the professors and the prefects of various colleges appeared in the auditorium. They rushed the students who were still sitting in the auditorium to the outside of the hall, and closed the door, leaving only Sylvia who was about to prepare for a speech Prepare inside.

Within a few minutes, Sylvia came out and smiled at some of the curious little wizards waiting at the door, "Everyone, wait a moment, let me go back and change my clothes first, if the speaker is wearing a school uniform, it looks like It's kind of boring."

At [-]:[-], no one touched the door of the auditorium, but it opened automatically, and the little wizards poured into the hall, and were surprised to find that the hall of the auditorium where they usually ate had doubled in size, with four long tables All the seats and professor seats disappeared, and the rectangular auditorium turned into a nearly circular large room. The long strip of seats like steps surrounded the auditorium to form a stepped circular seating area, and the middle of the seating area was empty. Come out a big piece, and it's clear that Sylvia is going to be there to speak to everyone.

When everyone sat down one after another, the professors came in together to find a seat, and Principal Dumbledore walked in with a strange man and sat in the first row. That man should be the "Daily Prophet" reporter.

When everyone seemed to be seated, today's protagonist, Sylvia Slytherin, walked in the door with Camille of Gryffindor.

Their figure has received unprecedented attention, even though Sylvia because of her good grades and amazing beauty, and Camille because of her unchanging expressionless face and her fiery temper, both of them were in love as early as the first grade. She has already gained some fame among the students, but most of the young wizards seem to have suddenly noticed that Sylvia and Camille seem to be walking together often today.

Slytherin students know a little more about this than students in other houses-if the only child of a large family is killed by Sylvia's immediately after attacking that Gryffindor Camille After Magic beat him fiercely, and lost his position as the head of the grade, if the shrewd little snakes haven't noticed the strange cross-college friendship between Miss Sylvia and Miss Camille, then they really have no power of observation .

But when Camille gave Sylvia a hug and smiled encouragingly, even the Slytherins were stunned, not to mention the other little wizards in the audience - most of them stared wide-eyed and were shocked. I froze in fright.

Ignored the stunned little wizards, or maybe this kind of silence was what Sylvia needed.

Walking to the open space in the middle of the stepped seats, Sylvia looked at the big clock on the wall. She looked around the room with a smile, and then said: "It's almost time, I think we should start!" There was no one present. A wizard saw what kind of magic Sylvia cast, but her clear and soft voice like a clear spring appeared in all directions at the same time, and anyone sitting there could clearly hear it.

The reporter sitting in the first row took out a thick notebook and a dark blue quill from his big bag. It seemed that the quill did not need a man to hold and write. The moment it touched the notepad, it stood up on its own, as if an invisible hand was holding it and was ready to record at any time.

"I believe that if you can come here today and listen to me talk about the Slytherin family, you must already have a little understanding. For example, I have explained the original origin of the Slytherin family in the Daily Prophet. The above You can also see the scenes in the family clan in the photos, so I won't spend more time on those here." Sylvia's voice was very steady, without any trembling, not a teenage girl at all The nervousness of giving a speech in front of hundreds of people for the first time.

"The main purpose of my standing here today is to explain to you some very important things, the most important of which is-Mr. It means to wipe them all out!" Just as Sylvia finished speaking, the little wizards sitting in the seating area began to whisper to each other.The reporter's quill automatically wrote something in the notepad, and after finishing writing, he underlined the sentence several times.

Sylvia raised her hand to signal everyone not to get excited, "Please calm down, I will explain slowly..."