hp Ouroboros

"When the soul is split, part of a person's personality is also separated, and there is no more. Soul magic always has a price, but sometimes the price is too heavy. This is why Mr. Salazar confiscated the student. The research report directly prohibits the continued development and research of this magic." Sylvia said softly, looking at the two Horcruxes lying on Principal Dumbledore's table with emotion, and the one sleeping inside was A part of that demon king may be the innocence of youth, or the satisfaction after success... No matter how beautiful they were, they are polluted by evil thoughts along with obsession and ambition into terrible appearances.

Dumbledore picked up the crown and put it in a wooden box and locked it, "Until we find a way, I don't think we should startle the enemy. I will seal the crown first. As for the diary...Harry, I must ask you, Please come to my office every day to communicate with the diary."

"Albus, this is too dangerous, I can..." Professor McGonagall immediately objected, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop McGonagall.

"Continuing to change the communication person is afraid that it will arouse the vigilance of this soul movie. Remember, Minerva, this is 16-year-old Voldemort, he is the most outstanding student I have ever seen..." Dumbledore said here , paused, and turned to look at Sylvia, who sat dignifiedly next to Camille with an indifferent face, "One of the most outstanding students." With admiration in his eyes, Dumbledore corrected and added.

"We currently have no idea where exactly the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets is, nor what monsters have been released in it. We have to keep Harry under control, just like it controlled Miss Weasley before..."

"Miss Weasley?! Professor! Are you talking about my sister Ginny?! She was controlled before?! What's going on?!" Ron heard that the matter somehow involved his sister, and his whole body Suddenly excited, he jumped out of his seat, flushed and looking very angry.

"Ah, yes, yes, Miss Weasley is fine now. She originally thought it was just a book of magic items that could chat with her. After realizing the problem, Miss Weasley threw away the diary decisively. Fortunately, Harry picked it up." Dumbledore's calm tone quickly stabilized Ron's emotions, "As for how this diary got into Ginny's hands, I think Miss Sylvia will Willing to assist in the investigation."

Sylvia nodded beside her. Although she didn't have time to ask Dumbledore not to reveal that the diary was given to Ginny by Mr. Malfoy, Dumbledore was really resourceful and wanted to sell her a favor. And she had to take over—Sylvia didn't want to just give up on the Malfoy family. Their family was already the only one handed down from the three disciples of Salazar's mentor. Before finding out the ins and outs of the matter, Sylvia Ya still held out hope.

Seeing that Sylvia understood what she meant, Dumbledore turned back to Harry with satisfaction, "Through communicating with the diary, this Horcrux will absorb your power little by little, Harry, I have to tell you this It is a very dangerous and uncomfortable process, but we must know the location of the secret room and find the monster. If you agree to take this task, then in the following time, you must promise to be with any of us at any time Be alone, never alone. Everyone will help you, Harry."

Harry looked around the entire office. Both Ron and Hermione showed encouraging eyes and stood beside him as always. The eyes of Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore were full of trust and relief.

Sister Sylvia and Sister Camille sat together, and Sister Camille looked straight at him with her golden eyes, without any expression on her face, which should have made Harry look a little scared, but now But it reassured him for no reason.Harry remembered what Hermione told him, that Senior Sylvia liked Senior Sister Camille's quiet and stable demeanor very much, and now he finally understood what it was like—she seemed to be there all the time, misty and windy, I stand still.

As for Senior Sylvia sitting next to Senior Sister Camille, her delicate but indifferent face was rarely softened. Harry remembered that Senior Sister was like him, and it could be said that she would never die with Voldemort. With the outstanding senior sister Yuzhu in front, Harry suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was not so heavy.

He has never felt so needed, and knowing that there are so many people around him supporting him, his worries are gone, and it is time for him to take up his share of responsibility.Harry took a deep breath, and when he turned to look at Dumbledore, there was no reckless frivolity in his green eyes.

Harry heard himself say, more calmly and firmly than ever before, "Leave it to me, Mr. Headmaster."

After Harry and his friends left with Professor McGonagall, Sylvia asked Dumbledore about her doubts: "Mr. Headmaster, I have a question. When I met that crown... Sylvia took a deep breath, and managed to look away from the wooden box with the crown on the table, looking into Dumbledore's old but wise eyes, "All those bad memories from the past are all at once. Swelled up, but why didn't anything happen to Cam with the crown?"

"You have obviously experienced so many more tragic things than me..." Sylvia said this to Camille who was sitting quietly beside her. She reached out and took Camille's hand.

"I think about this, Sylvia," Sylvia and Camille both noticed that Dumbledore's address for Sylvia had changed from Miss Slytherin to her first name, and Dumbledore would be slender Putting his wrinkled hands on the wooden box, his tone was gentle, "You need to know, Voldemort, or should I put it another way, when Voldemort was still Mr. Riddle, he was very good at reading people's hearts, and gradually, he Obsessed with exploiting the gaps in other people's hearts, at first it may be to arouse emotions such as sympathy or greed, and then it gradually evolved into creating fear." Dumbledore first pointed to the diary, "It resonates, people unconsciously Open up your heart." He patted the wooden box under his hand again, "It has evolved into creating fear and being so tough that it makes people submit."

"Voldemort has insatiable ambitions and desires in his heart. He must have never thought that one day, there will be such a person who can accept all the dark past with such peace of mind, and is not obsessed with the vague future. Be satisfied with every minute and every second of the moment." Dumbledore said in admiration, although he was amazed by Sylvia's talent, but it was Camille who really made him admire.

Dumbledore thought he couldn't see through the expressionless girl in front of her. She only occasionally looked at Sylvia, and her sharp, beast-like golden eyes would rarely become soft, revealing a faint pleasure.Camille was never troubled by her past, even though it was dark and full of blood and pain, she was not proud of her achievements. She conquered Wolfsbane and completed Animag when she was under 14 years old. Transfiguration, the first person in hundreds of years to have the form of a magical creature Animagus, any one of them is an amazing achievement, but for this black-haired girl, those journeys that seem to be just a must in life may be wonderful. , but nothing more.

Perhaps only someone who is not ordinary like Camille can attract the attention of the equally outstanding Miss Sylvia. The two of them are so outstanding among the young wizards.Dumbledore sighed in his heart, and the expression on his face became softer. In front of him was the future of the wizarding world - a bright future.

Leaving Dumbledore's office, Camille decided not to let that slicing maniac ruin her carefully planned 'Girlfriend's Birthday' plan - although the so-called elaborate plan just dragged Sylvia to the cold in Scotland. Just a walk outside in autumn.

"On this day, go for a walk?" Sylvia was brought to the lobby on the first floor by Camille, with a surprised look on her face. Although it was rare to see the sun outside today, the temperature was only about three to five degrees, which was a bit irritating. It is difficult to bring up the desire to step out of the warm castle.

"Um, yes..." Camille opened the gate of the castle, and a gust of cold wind blew into the hall. Not only was Sylvia, who was only wearing a thin off-the-shoulder sweater, shivered, but even she was not very afraid of the cold. Camille herself got a little goosebumps.Well...the temperature doesn't feel good, especially since none of them are wearing thick coats.

Camille looked out the door sadly.She tried her best to give gifts and play exciting projects. Seeing that Sylvia was in a good mood, it seemed that the effect was good. Facts proved that the content in the book was always just talk on paper, and that broken book was not reliable at all!Next time, I must find a book that deals with the project of crisis management.But now who is going to tell her what to do when the 'outside walk' doesn't work out? !

She and Camille have gone from petty fights to fierce competition in the second grade to now sticky love, how could Sylvia not see the embarrassment of being at a loss under Camille's dull face, it seems that this little girl The idiot went to find some weird books to read, and she wondered how Camille would suddenly think of romantically helping her celebrate her birthday, first giving a medal and then letting her fly around on her back—she There must be some strange misunderstanding of the suggestions in the book such as "give girlfriend a gift" and "take girlfriend out to play" - but!Gotta say - she loved it! !

Seeing that Camille was about to run away in embarrassment, Sylvia stopped teasing her, walked to her side with a smile, took her hand and walked outside, "Come on, little idiot, I will teach you a trick. Take off your school uniform and robe."

Camille obediently complied, she trusted Sylvia's flexible ability very much, she is that mentally ill woman, but now she needs to add the prefix "beautiful, lovely, sometimes elegant, sometimes coquettish" Thousands of...', the last prefix is ​​the most important - 'her little mental illness'.

"Transfiguration, turn it into a blanket or a cloak, as long as it's big enough to wrap the two of us together." Sylvia finished speaking and walked outside the castle on her own.

Having said that, how could Camille not understand, she suddenly realized that she shook vigorously, and the thin school uniform wizard cloak in her hand instantly turned into a large and thick black wolf hair cloak dragged on the ground.Satisfied, Camille put on the cloak and ran two or three steps to catch up with Sylvia, and hugged Sylvia, who had deliberately slowed down, into her arms, between her warm arms and the wolf fur cloak.

There was no words all the way, and the two slowly moved to sit under a row of beech trees beside the black lake.

Sylvia twisted in Camille's arms and found a comfortable position, leaning sideways on Camille's collarbone. She could see the black lake and distant mountains, and she could gently raise her head to include Camille's face in her lap. Kiss range.

"The plan from the book, huh?" Sylvia glanced at Camille sideways.

Camille took a deep breath. Sylvia's original voice was a little cold, but her last "Huh?" was obviously raised on purpose, and there was a little tremor, which made people hear it from the coldness. Unlimited provocation. Tease.

After coughing twice, Camille nodded, and she heard her voice hoarse and hoarse, "I'm stupid, but you are my...girlfriend?" She also imitated Sylvia and finally raised some ending sounds, Ah... sure enough it feels good.

Merlin!Sylvia only felt that Camille's sexy voice probably directly poured the word "girlfriend" into her head, otherwise why would she feel dizzy now? My heart felt like I was being electrified, and I jumped up to my tailbone numbly, and fell limp in Camille's arms.

Camille lowered his head and rubbed against Sylvia's face, and when he got close to her ear, he couldn't help calling again, "Girlfriend..."

"Hmm..." Sylvia said, her voice was as hoarse as Camille's now, and her body became hot for no reason.

Camille glanced at Sylvia's exposed neck and slender and sexy collarbone, and swallowed. Now she finally understands the meaning of the word 'beautiful' in the book.