hp Ouroboros

October is coming, and the weather in Scotland has started to enter a chilly and humid state. Colds are prevalent in the castle. In the corridors, you can often see many students just drinking the refreshing potion from the medical wing Pomfrey *shielded keywords* , The ear is emitting scary steam.

But when the little wizards of Hogwarts saw Miss Sylvia Slytherin wearing a wizard robe with a silver fringe on the road, they couldn't help but stop and take a second look-although she was getting more and more nervous. Beauty is indeed a beautiful scenery in the castle, but wearing thick robes in early October?The neck is still tightly surrounded by the collar piping made of the hair of some magical animal?This is really a bit exaggerated. Is she going to go to class wearing a quilt in the winter two months later? !

Even with a smile on her face and a very elegant figure walking past those strange sights, Sylvia's heart is actually struggling between sweetness and helplessness - this dress was made by Alger the day before yesterday after giving her some tidying up. , I handed it to her together when I thought there was a valuable letter.

"This is what Ms. Camille told you. Please be sure to change out of your summer thin robe!" Sylvia still remembers the flat tone of the goblin butler Alger, as if he didn't use the master's girlfriend at all. Forced her to change into this thick robe that looked like it was hot as hell.

So when did her housekeeper listen to Camille like that? !Sylvia thought about this question seriously, turned a corner, and came to the empty classroom on the fifth floor.

It's the early morning of the weekend, and it's still Hogsmeade week, but... Sylvia looked out of the French windows, and there was a gray and black mist, and the bean-heavy rain was splashing on the window.

On this day, she believed that Camille would be as unwilling as she was to hang out in that little wizarding village that didn't have much new ideas.

Sylvia waved the four or five desks that she had brought down to put down a large pile of manuscript materials before flying back to the corner and piled them up. She took a deep breath and looked at a wooden chair for a few minutes intently. Seconds later, he drew out his wand, and solemnly performed a transfiguration—fortunately, it was a perfect success—now the chair turned into a solid round iron bucket.

"Why is it so difficult for you to transform a dead object?" Camille's slightly disgusted voice came from the door of the classroom.

"Because my girlfriend's transfiguration is very powerful! I don't need..." Sylvia said with a sweet smile and turned around, but when she saw that her whole body was wet and the corner of her robe was still dripping Camille's words stopped immediately, her smile disappeared, and she frowned, Sylvia trotted two steps and dragged Camille to the front of the iron bucket. It was burning brightly.

"Why don't you hurry up and at least take a towel and wipe it off, and just come here dripping water?" Sylvia asked a little unhappy. She knew that Camille didn't like the quick-acting drying spell very much, so she had to help her take off the sticky skin. The robe on his body was hung on a chair to dry.

While slowly transforming into a wolf, Camille took off the other wet clothes on her body - this trick was the recent heavy rain, in order to avoid her super annoying quick-acting drying spell, the strange feeling of being drained instantly And the new method of transforming into a wolf, not only avoids the fruit body, but also prevents the clothes from being burst.

"Anyway, you will be here, you help me blow it, it will dry faster!" Obviously, he went back to the dormitory of Gryffindor Tower by himself, changed his clothes, and wiped it to dry it immediately, but now Camille can already Open your eyes and talk nonsense.

Maintaining a furry half-wolf state, Camille swung a huge paw and turned a table into a large sofa, and sat down comfortably, the sofa made a creaking sound.

Slightly shaking her head, although a little helpless, the irrepressible smile at the corner of her mouth made Sylvia quickly give up the idea of ​​preaching to Camille, she sat next to Camille, let Camille lie on her lap, took out her wand and waved, " Breeze" conjures a breeze that blows the long hair on Camille's head and neck.

"How's that girl from the Weasley family doing?" Sylvia gently grabbed Camille's wolf ears and blew with the breeze summoned by her wand.

A little itchy from being blown, subconsciously shaking her ears, Camille lay lazily on Sylvia's lap, "Is it okay to be pale? She was forced by Percy, Weasley's serious and deadly brother yesterday." Drinking pick-me-ups doesn't look any better with smoke coming out of your ears."

"Well, let's continue to observe, anyway, nothing seems to have happened so far. How is your Animagus?"

Camille sighed, "It's okay, it's raining so much these days, I thought there would be a thunderstorm and a storm, and I waited for a long time."

"Even if there is a storm now, are you planning to complete the transformation now?" Sylvia asked a little worriedly, "I have only read the spell for two months, and there are already..."

"Yes, you started to feel a reaction when you chanted the spell the morning of your speech." Camille interrupted Sylvia.

Hearing this, Sylvia adjusted her sitting posture with great interest, bent down slightly, and pushed back the long black hair on Camille's head, so that her face could be clearly exposed, "What kind of reaction? In the book It is said that based on some reactions, animals that may be deformed can be roughly predicted."

Camille opened his eyes and glanced at Sylvia, "I think my arms are a little itchy, and the side of my waist is also the same. What kind of animal is this?"

Recalling the knowledge in the book, Sylvia said uncertainly: "The arm is said to be related to birds, but what about the waist? It is not written in the impression book."

"Bird? Not bad, at least you can fly without riding a stupid broom." Camille shook her wolf head on Sylvia's lap in satisfaction.

"Why don't you try the Patronus Charm first? That spell is also a manifestation of the state of the soul, most of which are consistent with Animagus."

"I'm not in a hurry anymore, why are you in such a hurry... The Patronus Charm, it feels so useless, the dementors are all in Azkaban, so boring..." Camille was overwhelmed by the warm temperature in the classroom and the West The gentle movements of Sylvia's slender fingers combing her hair made her feel sleepy lazily.

Sylvia was about to say a few words to her helplessly, but suddenly felt that the spell she set not far from the classroom to prevent other people from entering this classroom was triggered-this warning barrier spell was cast by Sylvia from the manor. What I learned in the manuscript was just used to prevent others from seeing Camille's half-wolf transformation.

"Someone is here, I'll go and have a look." Sylvia pushed Camille who was lying on her lap.

Reluctantly straightened up, and let Sylvia walk out of the classroom, Camille didn't transform back immediately, but just pulled the shirt that was almost dry, and transformed into a big blanket wrapped around her body.

At this moment, a male voice came into Camille's wolf ears, which had become much sharper because of his half-wolf shape.

"Ms. Slytherin, good morning, I heard that you often study in the empty classroom near the fifth floor, so I just wanted to come over to see if you are here." The male voice said.

Polite and weird—this man must be Slytherin's little snake, Camille thought with disgust, she didn't have any academic prejudice, she just simply hated the pretentious nonsense of those little wizards in Slytherin.

"Good morning, Mr. Cardillo, what can I do for you?" Sylvia asked decently and politely.

"That's right, I want to invite you to the Christmas dinner held in our family's manor on Christmas. It just so happens that there will be a few foreign families who are in the business of potions or medicinal materials coming, maybe they will be lucky enough to meet you?" The boy Although there was a question sentence at the end, Camille frowned after listening to the content. Didn't he mean that Sylvia must attend?

"Okay, I'll be there on time, and I'll send my butler, Alger, to tell you about the details of the dinner venue and process that day."

In the end, the two politely complimented each other a few more words, and then ended the conversation.

Sylvia walked into the classroom, and Camille frowned, "You are so rich and you are threatened by that Kashidi?!"

"It's not as serious as the threat. I can't just sit and eat. I still need to contact those families a little bit. I happened to have some business with their potion store before. I can also inquire about the Slytherin family. What's the idea."

"Are you afraid that they will still be stupid and want to continue to insist on their idea of ​​superiority?"

"I don't think it is possible to just give up on the beliefs that have been persisted for hundreds of years and thousands of years. The bigger the family, the more difficult it is to admit their mistakes easily. There are also quite a few disputes among their families. There is no way around it. I can only try to attend as many events as possible, show my strength more 'inadvertently', and see if I can win the support of more Slytherin-born families, at least not let them continue to support Voldemort."

Camille frowned, and leaned on the armrest beside the sofa with some annoyance. She also understood these reasons, but understanding the reasons did not mean that she could happily accept that Sylvia would often go to those boring banquets—especially It was a Christmas dinner!Shouldn't Sylvia have lived with her? !

She never took the initiative to ask Sylvia to do something for her, but what position does she have to ask Sylvia not to go to some stupid banquet?The reason for Sylvia to go is reasonable, and she shouldn't stop it.

It's just...Camille was sullen and troubled for several days. Even Hermione ran into the dormitory, jumped on the bed, and chattered excitedly about Halloween. She and Harry Ron were going to participate in the Gryffindor ghost Nick Camille didn't even hear such a weird thing about the [-]th anniversary of his death.

Camille didn't react until Hermione cleared her throat heavily.

"Why?" Camille seemed to vaguely remember that Hermione ran in and said a lot of things just now, but she didn't listen to a word anyway.

"I said, Ron Harry and I are going to attend Nick's [-]th death anniversary banquet on Halloween night." Hermione shortened her previous call to a key point this time.

"Oh...huh?" Camille finally realized, "Are you sure you want to go?"

"Yes! Sounds interesting! What's up?"

"Uh...it's nothing, I had a good time, ah, I think it's better for you to bring a thick robe coat." Camille took a rare friendly look at her roommate who was two years younger than her.

Hermione roughly heard Camille's disapproval of the ghost dinner, but she didn't seem to strongly advise her not to go, so Hermione decided to go to this rare special dinner—by the way, she will remember to bring A thick coat.

What really caught Hermione's attention was Senior Camille's daze, which was a bit weird for Senior Camille. Although she often answered in an impatient or mocking tone, she was almost never in a daze.

"Well...Senior Camille, what happened? In the past few days, you seem to be a little, uh...out of shape?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Originally, I didn't expect to get any information, but today, for some reason, Senior Camille became the one in charge of chattering between the two of them!

Of course Hermione understood the distress of the senior, but she didn't quite understand, "Isn't senior and Sylvia already dating?"

"Well, yes..."

"What's 'really'?!" Hermione's eyes widened. Could it be that the 'intimate' interactions between the two seniors she accidentally saw before were just 'really'? !

Startled by Hermione's sudden scream, Camille rubbed her neck, a little embarrassed, "We didn't tell anyone that neither Professor McGonagall nor Sylvia's adoptive parents knew..."

"No, no, no, it's not a question of whether others know or not!" Although she is young and has zero love experience, Hermione feels that she should be able to confidently provide some information to Sister Camille on relationship issues, "Are you Sylvia-senpai's *blocked keyword*, of course I want to spend Christmas with her!"

"Sister's reason for going to the dinner party is very reasonable, then you can ask her if she would like to take you there! As far as I know, if it's a formal dinner party, you should be required to bring your companions to attend!" This is Hermione For the first time, she has the ability to give advice to senior sister Camille, and she is very active in wanting to help senior sister.

"Uh, oh...I'll ask again..." Camille was almost intimidated by Hermione's leaning forward body, wide-eyed eyes and excited tone, although Hermione obviously didn't agree with her She also had no emotional experience, but she was still taught by Hermione's powerful aura as if she was an idiot.