hp Ouroboros

"Wildberry ice cream." Saying this stupid and deadly password for the second time in a day, Camille stood there waiting impatiently for the stone statue to turn, not noticing the strange gaze of Sylvia beside her.

This is not the first time Sylvia has entered the principal's room. The furnishings inside did not attract her attention at all. After greeting Principal Dumbledore, she straightforwardly presented her findings.

As Sylvia narrated, Dumbledore's face gradually turned serious from the gentle smile when Sylvia and Camille entered.

"Looking at your expression, Mr. Principal may have a little impression of that magic?" Sylvia asked, and she noticed that Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses were no longer smiling.

Dumbledore didn't answer right away, he looked deeply at Sylvia for a long while, and then sighed softly, "I had some guesses in the past, but the magic was too scary, so he did it in the end. ..." Dumbledore stood up from the high-backed chair behind the principal's desk, and walked slowly to the armchair where Sylvia and Camille were sitting together, his gentle tone sounded full of regret and exhaustion.

Needless to say, Dumbledore, both Sylvia and Camille knew who the 'he' was referring to.

"That's a very evil magic..." Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes looked at Sylvia, "or, as far as I know, it's an evil magic .”

Dumbledore's next sentence was exactly what Sylvia didn't want to hear, "That magic can split the soul of the user, attach the fragments of the soul to objects, and make them into Horcruxes..."

"Horcruxes are immortal, beyond death." Sylvia murmured to herself and interrupted Dumbledore, "I remembered seeing this magic in a research report on new magic development, it was a Slytherin After reading the plan written by the students, the teacher Salazar directly confiscated the report and banned the further study of this magic. But it seems that this magic was not only secretly continued to be developed at that time, but it is actually the only one I have seen so far. The soul magic that has been handed down to this day..." Sylvia's tone was a bit bitter at the end.

"You don't need to be too sad, Miss Slytherin," Principal Dumbledore looked at the regretful Sylvia, and his face softened a little, "Now that we know that Voldemort made Horcruxes, we just need to find a way to solve this problem. Question. Regarding the inheritance of ancient magic, maybe Ms. Slytherin can consider taking up the job of a professor. I think the entire wizarding world is highly interested in ancient magic. Hogwarts should be able to keep up with a new ancient magic course. It's trendy."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Principal, for your proposal. I will consider it carefully." Sylvia solemnly thanked the old man in front of her, but now is not the time to chat about the future, Sylvia turned the topic back, " I think Mr. Principal should have heard about the fight between Mr. Big Malfoy and Mr. Big Weasley at the Lihen Bookstore in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."

Dumbledore nodded, and then he frowned as if thinking of the connection between Sylvia's mention of this and the Horcrux they were talking about now.

"Camille and I happened to be on the second floor of the bookstore. Camille's wolf eyes were very good. She saw that Mr. Big Malfoy stuffed an extra book into the second-hand cauldron of Weasley's youngest daughter. It’s still a notebook. I used Polyjuice Potion this morning to change into Camille’s appearance and entered Gryffindor’s dormitory. Weasley’s dormitory.” Since Principal Dumbledore did not hide the Horcrux from them, Sylvia thought it was a courtesy, and she didn’t need to hide the specific ins and outs of the matter, besides, Dumbledore from Gryffindor College The headmaster doesn't seem like someone who would make a fuss over a little violation of school rules.

Sure enough, Dumbledore did not mention at all that he had any opinion on Sylvia's illegal use of compound potion to sneak into the Gryffindor lounge.

"I see." Dumbledore nodded succinctly, pulled out his wand and said, "Call God to guard!" A solid, liquid-like silver-white floc emerged from the tip of his wand and condensed in mid-air into a...

"Phoenix?" Sylvia looked at the silver-glowing phoenix in midair in surprise, which looked exactly the same as the fiery red real phoenix standing on the phoenix stand next to Principal Dumbledore's desk.

"Minerva, please bring Miss Ginny Weasley, a first-year student of Gryffindor College, to my office, please, thank you." Dumbledore said to the silver phoenix, and it vibrated The wings turned into a ray of silver light and disappeared from the principal's office.

"Yes, my Patronus is quite special," Dumbledore said briskly and sat back in his high-back chair, "Ah, but it's a pity, because it is said in the book that the Patronus will basically be the same as the Animagus. Unanimous, I thought my Animagus would be a phoenix, and I was happy for a while at that time."

"So Mr. Principal also knows Animagus?" Camille, who had been staring at Dumbledore's pet phoenix and hadn't spoken since entering the principal's office, finally shifted his focus to Mr. Principal.

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, I can also use Animagus. After all, before Minerva, I was the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts. Learning some advanced techniques that can make new students shine is very helpful It is still very useful for excellent students to pay attention to Transfiguration!"

"So what is Mr. Principal's Animagus?" Camille asked bluntly.

Dumbledore didn't think Camille's question was impolite, on the contrary, he smiled like a naughty boy, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and he didn't answer Camille. The next moment, the figure of Principal Dumbledore disappeared, replaced by is a bird of paradise with colorful feathers standing on the desk.

There are no long tail feathers, but long feathers on both sides of the lower abdomen. It is petite and does not match the tall and thin image of Principal Dumbledore at all.

Soon Dumbledore changed back again, smiled and said with regret: "Ah... the feather color used to be more beautiful, but now it is old, and the long feathers have turned white. Ge-style bird of paradise, the registration feature is blue Eyes. Well...but of course Miss Camille's Thunderbird is more interesting!"

Professor McGonagall hasn't come yet, and she feels that nothing is going on right now. Sylvia simply chatted with Principal Dumbledore about Camille's Animagus.

"Mr. Principal, do you know why Camille's Animagus is a magical creature? Modern wizards no longer have the ability to transform into magical creatures." Sylvia asked and turned to look at the person sitting beside her. Camille glanced, with some worry in his eyes, "Is there any problem with this?"

"I don't think you need to worry too much." Dumbledore replied gently.Of course he could see Sylvia's concern for Camille and the joy in her eyes every time she looked at Camille.

Dumbledore met Sylvia when he was a child. Although this child was polite and well-mannered before, Dumbledore had never seen any emotion in the eyes of the seven-year-old Sylvia, whether happy or not. Sad, nothing, until she met Camille after entering school, everything began to change, she seemed to be really alive now.

Dumbledore thought about it, and shifted his gaze to Camille, who was sitting next to Sylvia, who was barely speaking. She was chewing the biscuit in her mouth with a relaxed expression. Creamy biscuits, she only eats the chocolate half.

She won't let her down.Dumbledore thinks he knows a little about Camille, who was a Muggle in the past and is now a werewolf wizard. She has lived in misery since she was a child, but the cruelty and darkness did not wear away the kindness in this stubborn girl's heart. No one wants to see the longing in her heart from her always cold face and her unsociable surface.

Camille pushed the plate of biscuits to Sylvia who was next to her. There were almost half of the chocolate-flavored biscuits left in it—someone had touched her heart now.

Sylvia smiled sweetly at Camille, picked up a chocolate-flavored biscuit and ate it—they will be good to each other, the two children have each experienced extraordinary hardships, and now they have found enough to settle down The place is right, and they will grow together in the future and perfect each other.

Looking at the two girls in front of him, Dumbledore felt a little envious, but more pleased.

He failed to achieve consummation, but at least these two young wizards with amazing talents and talents can have a good death. He is old, but there is always hope in the wizarding world.

After a lot of thoughts, in fact, it only took a few seconds. Sylvia ate a chocolate biscuit and continued to look at Principal Dumbledore, wanting to continue to understand his explanation.

"I talked to Minerva about Camille's Animagus, and we thought it might be the werewolf constitution that allowed her to actually have the body of a magical creature, or something like a magical creature—I think It is more similar to what Miss Slytherin said, the situation in the previous era, so it is not too surprising that Camille's Animagus form is affected." Dumbledore explained with a smile.

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office, "Albus, I brought Miss Weasley." It was McGonagall's voice.

"Please come in!"

McGonagall pushed the door open and saw Sylvia and Camille sitting across from Dumbledore's desk, stunned for a moment. Behind her was a girl with fiery red hair of the Weasley family's standard. With his head down, his face turned pale, and he looked extremely frightened.

"Albus, you told me to bring Miss Weasley here, this is..."

Dumbledore raised his hand to stop McGonagall's questioning, he turned his head to face the little girl who lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him at all, and said in the gentlest tone he could think of: "Miss Weasley , good evening, don't worry, although I know that many students will feel flustered when they meet the principal for the first time, but I don't think that will happen to a brave girl like you. I asked Minerva to bring you here, right? Because you did something wrong, you don't need to be too nervous."

He waved his wand, and used two books from the pile of tired books beside the table to conjure up two armchairs for McGonagall and Ginny. He also took out a famous Muggle brand of wild berry ice cream from his collection and recommended it to Ginny : "Oh! I think you can try this wild berry ice cream while we chat later, this wild berry flavor is very good!"

Maybe it was the kindness of Mr. Principal, or maybe it was the stimulation of the cold ice cream stuffed into her hands. Although the eyes of Ginny Weasley, who was new to school this year, were still dodgy, she finally raised her head to face Principal Dumbledore and Granville. Professor McGonagall, Dean of Fendor.