hp Ouroboros

How did things become like this... Sylvia sighed helplessly as she looked at Camille who was grinning and fixing her right hand.

He obviously planned to use the time converter by himself, but before he put the chain of the converter around his neck, he felt the sleeves of his clothes being caught. When he looked back, he realized that Camille woke up at some point and turned Biting her sleeve.

It's not that she bites so tightly that she can't draw anything out, it's just that... Sylvia sighed again for her momentary softness, but Camille, who usually has a cold face, was soft like a smile at that time. Seeing her pitiful appearance at the corner of her clothes, how could ordinary people resist her cute little eyes!

So in such a muddleheaded way, he took Camille, who was seriously injured, back to two days ago.

Of course, the consequence is that they were in a hurry in the medical wing for Camille to suddenly change back to human form. Fortunately, there are usually no people in the medical wing, otherwise Sylvia can't guarantee whether she can't help watching Gouging out the eyes of the nude student to Camille's sudden change back to human form.

Randomly covering Camille with a bed sheet can be regarded as temporarily solving the first problem, but the more troublesome thing is yet to come - Camille's arm has not yet grown, and after a lot of blood loss, Pomfrey *shielded keyword* arranged The follow-up blood tonic has not been drunk, and the mana recovery potion has not been found.

The most important principle of using a time-turner is that they cannot be discovered by themselves on the original timeline, including being seen by the original self or attracting the attention of others.

In order not to be discovered by other students at the school, Sylvia and Camille had no choice but to leave the castle quickly. They came to the village of Hogsmeade through a secret passage, and they are now in the cottage of Professor McGonagall and Camille in the village. At least there is no one else here. The students will come, and they can deal with Camille's injury with peace of mind, while imagining what to do next.

Camille found a bandage from the cabinet and fixed his arm skillfully—of course, the process was painful.

"Don't frown, I've been in much worse situations than this before, and I haven't..."

"Stop talking!" Sylvia frowned and yelled, which startled Camille. The gleam in her eyes made Camille bow her head in guilt, and then she heard Sylvia walking towards her Before raising her head, she was suddenly pushed against the wall behind by Sylvia.

"Hey you…"

"When you pounced on to fight with an adult werewolf..." Sylvia's voice was erratic and trembling, "When you tried to drain the last bit of magic power..." Sylvia raised her head, silver blue His eyes are full of complex emotions, including anger, heartache, and panic from the bottom of his heart, "Have you ever thought, even for a second, have you ever thought about what if... if you, something happened to you... what should I do?" Tell me!! What should I do..." Sylvia choked up at the end.

The collar was pulled by Sylvia, and the broken arm felt pain in the slow healing of the bones.Camille didn't think the physical pain was a big deal, but the possibility Sylvia mentioned made her think of another possibility—the possibility that she didn't have time to pounce to stop Lupine in time, the one that made Sylvie The possibility of Ya standing unprotected within the reach of a wild werewolf - Camille felt his hairs stand on end, and his heart turned upside down, just like Lupin who was not tied to anything a few hours ago after transforming That howl that gave her that nauseous feeling.

"Then did you ever think that you might be torn to pieces by Lupine, or me... a crazy werewolf?" Camille remembered that when she came to her senses, she saw Sylvia standing there, Standing there without any resistance, looking at her with a smile... even more angry.

"I…"

"Don't say you planned to stop me. I had already regained my senses at that time, but I couldn't control my body immediately, but I saw that you were still standing there smiling!" Camille interrupted Sylvia, His tone was cold and low.

"Then I'll be a werewolf."

"?!" Camille couldn't believe what she heard, and stared at Sylvia in a daze, but the stubbornness on Sylvia's face clearly showed that she wasn't joking.

"I know the period of weakness and painful deformation that werewolves have to go through every month, but I don't care about those, and I don't care how other wizards look at me," Sylvia let go and tugged at Camille's collar Standing on tiptoe, he hugged Camille's neck, put his forehead against Camille's forehead, and looked directly into Camille's eyes seriously, "The only thing I'm afraid of is that you leave me and go to a place where I can't go ..."

Sighing, his face calmed down a little, and Camille raised his only movable left hand to wrap around Sylvia's waist, holding her tightly in his arms, and did not speak again.

They hardly ever quarreled. Even though they were a little angry with each other this time, neither of them could guarantee that there would be no next time for such things as fear of losing and reckless actions. This time it was Camille's sudden panic, next time once?When a person is complete because of another person, fear is always inevitable. After all, that is such a unique other half of the soul.

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At Sylvia's insistence, Camille had to really lie on the bed like a patient. Fortunately, Sylvia didn't plan to go anywhere for the time being. On the single bed, Sylvia and Camille, who had experienced the greatest horror in their lives for more than ten years just a few hours ago, finally gradually calmed down due to the warmth of each other and the feeling that their bodies were tightly pressed together.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you said your patron saint is...caracal?" Camille interrupted Sylvia.After settled Camille who was still injured and lay on the bed, Sylvia began to tell her what happened from the time she lost her mind to the time she passed out after exhausting her magic power, and then she talked about dealing with the dementors, Kamil Mir cut her off abruptly.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Camille propped up his upper body slightly on his abdomen, and looked towards Sylvia's ears, "You mean the caracal with tufts of hair on its ears?"

"Yes! Why..." "Pfft..." Before Sylvia's pretty brows could be furrowed, Camille burst out laughing.

"Ahahahahaha! It's so funny! Hahahaha! It's that caracal cat with a tuft of long hairs on its ears! Hahahaha! That's so funny!"

It was rare for Camille to smile so heartily, but it turned out to be laughing at her! "Hmph! It sounds like a thunderbird! You still have three pairs of wings! And don't you have two tufts of hair on your head!" Sylvia, not to be outdone, also began to talk to Camille Animagus. Criticize appearances.

"Two extra pairs of wings can help me become very flexible in the air! I dare say that Potter's firebolt. Arrows are not as good as mine! And... the head is not hair! It's two tufts of long feathers Okay! How handsome!"

"What's the difference between long feathers and long hair! Don't think that changing the word will make you handsome! Besides, the caracal cat has super sensitive ears, it runs fast and jumps high, try your thunderbird on the ground, It looks like a big pheasant to me!"

This kind of unnutritious mutual complaint continued for a long time, until noon Camille's stomach made a loud protest, and the two of them didn't argue for a reason.

Eating the lunch that Sylvia bought out, Camille finally listened quietly to what Sylvia said about what happened before.

"Professor McGonagall said she saw the caracal patron saint in the forest showing them the way, but at that time, you and I were surrounded by a bunch of dementors, and my caracal patron saint exhausted my magic power, I simply don't have the energy to get another Patronus out, and I don't know where Peter was at that time. So from this point of view, at least I must have used the Time Converter." Sylvia analyzed.

"Okay, so we are now back to Saturday, and then tomorrow is the Quidditch match. According to Professor McGonagall, Black broke into the school through a secret passage tomorrow night." Camille tried to sort out the timeline.

"That's right, and as soon as Black broke into the school, Professor McGonagall sent an owl to the headmaster, which means that her letter was sent late on Sunday night or even early Monday morning, and then Professor McGonagall said that Headmaster Dumbledore It should be Tuesday morning to get the letter to go back to school. But the reality is that Headmaster Dumbledore returned to school on Monday night when Peter escaped and you were injured, and Pomfrey was brought in very timely* Blocked keywords*." Because Camille's right hand was injured, in order to make the time line clearer, Sylvia took a pen and paper and drew a long line on the paper, marking the time points from Saturday to Tuesday and several days. The events that happened at their respective times are a little clearer after being drawn into a picture.

"So the first point of doubt," Sylvia circled the words 'Tuesday morning, Professor McGonagall's letter arrived' and 'Monday night, Dumbledore received the letter and returned to school', "The timing here is appropriate. not on."

Naturally, Camille has also heard of the Time Converter. For some of the actions they will make in the "past time", you must be careful and careful. Time is a terrible thing, and it may bring The devastating consequences, which is why the Ministry of Magic has banned anyone from using the Time-Turner indiscriminately.Camille frowned and tried to come up with some possibilities: "Is it possible that Professor McGonagall's letter arrived early?"

"I think it's unlikely. Professor McGonagall is very familiar with the school, and of course she knows how long the owl she sent will fly. And if Principal Dumbledore lived in the Ministry of Magic during his work in London, that would be even more That’s right. As far as I know, the sending room will stop sending letters to the Ministry of Magic after five o’clock in the evening, and last night’s letters will not be delivered to various departments until seven o’clock in the morning, so Professor McGonagall If the letter was sent in the middle of the night on a Monday and the owl flew to London, ten to twenty hours is normal, if it is delayed after [-] pm, the time to receive the letter will be the next morning."

"So you think the letter that Headmaster Dumbledore received was not actually from Professor McGonagall."

"Well, and from the fact that Principal Dumbledore directly accepted the fact that Peter, who should have been *blocked keyword* for 12 years, is actually still alive as soon as he appeared, someone should have informed him long ago." Sylvie As Ya spoke, she took out the letter paper directly from the desk drawer in Camille's room.

"Headmaster Dumbledore took out the Time-Turner when he was in the hospital wing... so he didn't know we would go back in time." Camille recalled lying on the hospital wing bed, just recovering. Come a little closer, and when you slightly opened your eyes, you saw Principal Dumbledore's face and he took out the Time Converter and put it on the table beside her.

"Or he has doubts..." Sylvia slightly revised Camille's statement, "I remember that we were all on the way back to the castle, and Professor McGonagall asked him, how could we bring him so coincidentally? When Pomfrey *blocked keyword* came over, he looked at me inexplicably, but didn't say anything." Sylvia sat at the table and slowly figured it out, "So I think, this A letter that arrived in his hands before Professor McGonagall, first, must have explained what happened to Peter and Black; second, it did not mention the time converter; third, he was not even sure if I wrote it letter."

"Eh? But did the anonymous letter reach Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"I may have to write under the name of Professor McGonagall..."

"You will imitate Professor McGonagall's handwriting?!"

Sylvia glanced back at Camille, "I can do the repair of the protective magic pattern, imitating handwriting is nothing! Besides, according to Principal Dumbledore's suspicion, I don't need to imitate it very much."

"Ah, that's right! And remember to let him go to the entrance of the medical wing first after returning to school. Didn't you say that Potter and the others met the principal there, which made him bring Pomfrey *blocked keywords* ?”

"Oh, yes, this is going to be written..."

After the two girls finally figured out the letter sent to Headmaster Dumbledore, Sylvia went to the post office in the village of Hogsmoor to choose a strong-looking owl to send the letter, It was completely dark.Just trying to find a way to act according to the trajectory of history is already so tiring, let alone change history, but at least they still have some time to rest before Black breaks into the school tomorrow night.

Eh... Well, I'm taking a day off today! !

The letter imitating Professor McGonagall's handwriting has already been sent, and there is still a whole day until Black breaks into the castle tomorrow night. Even though Camille is very unwilling to be treated as fragile in bed, when Sylvia With a smile on his face, he looked at her threateningly in his eyes... Hey!Camille immediately shut up, turned around silently, quietly climbed back to bed and stared at the ceiling, pretending that she was a good patient.

Camille's face is still very pale. Although she has recovered from the verge of life-threatening, she has lost a lot of blood. When her magic power has not recovered, there is no way to quickly recover to a healthy state - just like Madam Pomfrey That being said, the werewolf is just a semi-magical creature, not an immortal.

Glancing at Camille who climbed back onto the bed, she confirmed that this idiot who didn't spare herself obediently pretended to be a dead body on the bed, and then Sylvia called her goblin butler, "Alger!"

"Pfft!" There was a soft sound, as if the goblin butler who was wearing a dress 24 hours a day and was ready to serve the master appeared in the room, "Good evening, master."

"Good evening Alger, Cam is injured a little bit, please help me get three bottles of blood tonic and two bottles of mana recovery potion from the potion storage room of the manor. We also need two dinners, thank you."

Even though the master should be in the school at this time, but now he appears outside the school for no reason, and the master's girlfriend is also very suspiciously injured. As the top butler, Alger will never ask more about things that he should not care about. After Sylvia bowed, "Pfft!" disappeared.

Bite down the steak that Sylvia brought to her mouth, Camille asked while chewing: "Hmm...so, what Professor Trelawney said was really a prophecy?" When Professor Trelawney made the prophecy , Although she woke up, her head was still in a daze. After Sylvia's explanation, Camille realized that it seemed to be a legendary prophecy.

"Well, looking at Principal Dumbledore's serious look at that time, I'm afraid it is true. In fact, it makes sense after thinking about it. Principal Dumbledore would not just hire someone without real skills to be a professor, ah... Defense Against the Dark Arts class Except." Sylvia fiddled with the green vegetables in the bowl, she just experienced a stimulating incident a few hours ago, not only Camille, but she herself was almost killed by a dementor, so it's normal to have no appetite at this time.It's Camille... Sylvia turned her head, and Camille sat on the bed. The temporarily deformed small wooden table was placed in front of her. On the plate on the top, there were piles of half-cooked top beef short ribs piled up in a hill, and there was a large pot of chicken next to it. Mashed potatoes with juice and a large cup of hot tea, ah, yes, Alger actually took dessert... Sylvia felt a headache when she thought of the large piece of dark chocolate lava cake that was sitting on Camille's desk next to her.Although it is very pleasant to watch Camille eat and drink without being affected by the pain at all, but it would be too much for Camille to eat all these things!

"There is no way to teach such things as prophecy. I see, Professor Trelawney has no idea that he can make real prophecies." Camille stuffed a big mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, and belatedly realized that Syl Via didn't seem to have eaten anything, "Hey, why do you still eat so little? Aren't you tired from fighting before? You need to eat more!" As she spoke, she picked the largest piece of steak from her plate and inserted it into Searle Via's salad bowl.

Speechlessly looking at the steak in the bowl that almost covered her entire bowl of salad, Sylvia suddenly felt that this might be Alger's conspiracy—she often left some of the food that Alger served her, but But she couldn't say no to the food that Camille, a foodie, gave her.

The appointment began to wrestle with the huge piece of steak, and Sylvia suddenly thought of something, "You said that the servant who returned to Voldemort in the prophecy was Peter?"

"I don't know, if so, did we come back early? Why don't we come back after Peter really ran away and find a way to keep him from running away?" Camille thought for a while and shook his head, "Ah, it's so troublesome ! You can’t mess around with things like time.”

"Yeah... the prophecy has already said that some servants will flee back to Voldemort, and we have all heard it. According to the nature of the prophecy, it will happen, so even if we come back after Peter really runs away, it shouldn't be able to stop Peter from escaping. It happened. But, alas, there's always this thought that if something changes, wouldn't the content of Professor Trelawney's prophecy be different?"

"..." Camille shook her head and ate, she was basically too lazy to use her brain for such a mess, "Let's just do what we can, and leave the rest alone. Didn't Principal Dumbledore also tell you to do your best?" Is that all right?"

"It's true to say that, but besides going to lie in wait in the forest the night after tomorrow and waiting to point out Peter's location to Professor McGonagall, we can..." Sylvia's voice became quieter, and it was quiet for a few seconds Then she stood up from the bed as if she suddenly thought of something, and almost knocked over the small table where Camille put dinner. She walked quickly to Camille's desk without even taking a chair, just stood there and wrote. Letters come.

"Hey, what did you think of?"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore told us to do our best, and I think he probably thought that Professor Trelawney was referring to Peter, and he also thought that we used the time-turner to come back, but in fact Peter ended up will run away, then it means that no matter what we did in this 'past', Peter will also run away in the end, so..." Sylvia signed at the end of the letter, raised her head and looked at Camille, The corners of his mouth curled up, and his silver-blue eyes shone mischievously, "Since Peter is always going to escape, why don't we shift the responsibility to the Ministry of Magic!"

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The next morning, although lying on the bed with his girlfriend in his arms doing nothing was fine, Camille decided to jump out of bed and walk around against Sylvia's 'death sight'.

"Did you drink the blood potion?"

"Drinked."

"What about the magic recovery potion?"

"Drink it...but why is today's dose more difficult to drink?"

"Did you bring the thermal cloak? Is it the one with the hat? And..."

"I brought it, I drank the medicine, I brought everything, you read it before you go out!" Camille quickly interrupted Sylvia's thoughts, "Why didn't you realize that you can read so well before? !"

The consequence of saying this was that Sylvia, who was walking in front, turned her head and gave a fierce look, "If you dislike another word, you can go back and lie down!" Camille immediately shook her head, expressing that she had no opinion at all.

"Isn't it good to stay at home and read a book on this kind of day? Why do you want to run out? Or watch a Quidditch match?!" Sylvia became more and more strange as she thought about it.

"Don't you think my Animagus is like a pheasant! Huh! Let's go and see Potter's new broom, and then you can see how I fly!"

"..." Seeing Camille, who was still wearing a fixed bandage on his right arm, strode past her and walked to the front with a look of resentment, Sylvia really didn't know what to say now— —So the name she used to give Camille was indeed very appropriate—it really is a little cutie.

They got up very early, and the game didn't start until eleven o'clock, so at this time, there was no one in the stands, Sylvia and Camille leisurely boarded the Slytherin stands, and finally chose A relatively rear corner position.

"Don't look at the little wizards in Slytherin who usually have a sullen face. They will sit well before the game starts. After the game starts, there will be no one here - all of them will be squeezed into the first and second rows." Sylvie Ya said as she took out their breakfast from the picnic basket she had brought.

"Oh, it's no different from Gryffindor. When watching games in the stands, I always feel that the first and second rows of the stands are terrible, and the people are crowded and deformed." Camille remembered that Charlie of the Weasley family was still at school. At that time, the chaotic and messy scene in the Gryffindor stands couldn't help shaking.

After eating and drinking, and seeing that the time was almost up, Sylvia drew out her wand.

"Your magic power has recovered?" Camille remembered that Sylvia also seemed uncomfortable because of the exhaustion of magic power, but their plan was to use the disillusionment spell... Camille frowned a little annoyed, She really shouldn't be stubborn enough to come out and run around.

"It's probably recovered by [-]%, but now it's just our disillusionment spell. It doesn't need much magic power, no problem." Sylvia lightly added the disillusionment spell to the two of them, looking very relaxed.

Camille rolled her eyes, oh, well, [-]% of Syl's magic power and [-]% of the magic power of ordinary wizards are not the same concept at all. It's just two disillusionment spells. It's really not a big deal for Sylvia.

Soon, the little wizards boarded the stands one by one. The other colleges in the distance didn't know it. At least the Slytherins in front of them seemed to be trying their best to restrain themselves, but it was not difficult to see from their blushing cheeks and whispering with their friends. But it can be seen from the fast-paced heated discussion that they were very excited, and the reason... thunderous applause erupted from all the stands, and the players from Gryffindor College entered the arena—the little wizards of Slytherin Obviously applauding the Firebolt, the supposedly expensive and frightening new broom in Harry Potter's hand.

"Oh! Ravenclaw's Seeker is Miss Zhang." Camille said casually, "It seems like we haven't seen her for a long time?"

"Well, I heard from Granger that at the end of the first grade, he seemed to have a disagreement with Ms. Zhang."

"At the end of the first grade... uh, you mean that Harry's trio foolishly broke through the checkpoint set by Principal Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, Granger said, Miss Zhang tried to persuade her not to go in before they went in - but in the end they didn't succeed. It seems that they gradually drifted away after that. Although they still discussed study together, it was just a matter of time." That's it."

Camille shrugged, "Well, Ravenclaw, it would be really weird if she could rush in with Granger."

Sylvia and Camille were chatting quietly in the back row of the stands. The little wizards who were so excited about the Firebolt and Arrow didn't notice anything wrong at all. When Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, Harry's figure almost shot straight into the sky Going out, there was a burst of exclamation from the stands, the performance of the Firebolt is indeed much better than other brooms.

"You didn't ask your father to buy you a Firebolt. Arrows?" Sylvia and Camille heard a fairly familiar voice from very close to them, turned their heads and looked over, Pansy Parkinson was sitting I looked at the court with my eyes there, but I didn't get too involved.

"Technology is as useful as a broom!" Draco Malfoy said as he sat next to Pansy, but his expression was not very good, his smoky blue eyes were fixed on Harry who was circling high above the stadium .

"No matter how good the broom is, it won't be as useful as your wand and your own strength." Pansy comforted Draco symbolically.

"Hmph! That's right! I heard that Potter was training with Miss Camille. I asked around. Do you know what he does?"

"Huh? What?" Not very interested in Potter's situation, Pansy still asked patiently and cooperatively.

"Exercise! Hahaha, it's so funny, does he plan to train his brain into muscles!"

"Oh, dear Mr. Malfoy, I suggest that before you say such things that dislike Senior Camille, you'd better look around every time to make sure that Senior Slytherin is not nearby, otherwise I always feel that one day the Malfoys will be killed." It's unprecedented, it's rare that I have made some friendship investment in you, please don't be beaten to death casually."

Draco didn't know how to refute Pansy's flat teasing. Even though he was depressed, Draco turned his head slightly and looked around as unobtrusively as possible.