hp Ouroboros

In August, London is sunny and suitable for traveling, but a certain girl has been staying in the gloomy old house of Black for a full week.

"Why am I the one who is unlucky every time!!" Sylvia threw the beautifully crafted quill into the ink tank in an unladylike way, flicked her hands, and directly wiped the piles of parchment on the table. Pushed to the sides, some parchment was squeezed and fell onto the carpet.

Camille was lying on the water mattress beside the fireplace lit with heat-absorbing flames, facing Sylvia's complaints, she didn't seem to open her eyes at all, "Those who can do more work?"

"Why is it an interrogative sentence!" Sylvia stood up and sat next to Camille, rubbing the head of Camille with a lazy look for a while, watching Camille's head in a mess, completely divided Sylvia was satisfied with the miserable look of not knowing where the front face was.

"Alas..." Although I vented my bored mood a little bit, there are still many things to do.

In addition to the pile of parchment on the desk, there are two piles of parchment on the ground next to the desk that are as tall as half a person—these are all they found from the secret room in Bella's room that day. On the parchment, in addition to the normal range of notes belonging to the death secret method inherited by the Black family, there are also many notes on soul magic that can only be discovered after tearing off the fake content on the upper layer under the guise of the death secret method.

"This is really abnormal..." Sylvia stood up and flipped through one of the two stacks of parchment on the ground. It was all disguised, and it should be all about soul magic. I have sorted it out, but if the disguised notes are all soul magic notes, this number is really abnormal. You see, this stack is almost as high as the undisguised stack of notes that are all death secrets Normally, no matter how close the Black family is to the Malfoy family, they would not have obtained such a large number of soul magic notes."

"What about the copying spell? Is it possible that Malfoy made a copy for Black?" Camille asked while tidying up the hair that was messed up by Sylvia so much that it was a little knotted.

Shaking her head, Sylvia picked up a piece of parchment on the table, and took a blank piece of parchment from the drawer. A flash of white light flashed on the two pieces of paper, and Sylvia pointed the new parchment towards the Camille shook her head, "Modern copying spells can't copy the content of ancient magic at all, but in ancient times... I haven't seen any magic with similar functions so far - ancient magic basically has little development in terms of life convenience , Strange but convenient magic such as the copying spell and the cooking spell were only developed in modern times. I think in the era when Salazar taught them, wizards were exhausted just to survive. There is no time to think about the convenience of life.”

"So, these may be the original manuscripts in the Malfoy family's collection?"

"Well, I think it should be the original manuscript. After all, if you want to copy all these things down, it will be impossible for a few years."

"Take out these notes and look at them, and you will know that they are similar to teaching notes, that is, orderly and step-by-step notes, which are similar to textbooks. And such study notes, at least in the Necromancer series In the world, there are very strict rules for transcription and transcription. It is impossible to carry out such exhaustive teaching-type note-taking without fully learning the content-these content is not written down like we are now with a pen and a textbook. It can be counted as teaching notes. So you didn’t realize that although I have been writing in the manor, the books that I said were going to be published are still a little bit short... Oh, yes, thinking about the publication of books, my head is on the verge of It hurts even more..."

"Knock, click!" A knock on the door interrupted Sylvia's rare frustration.

"Come in." Sylvia said.

The door opened, and Kreacher, the only remaining house-elf in the Black family, walked into the room with his head bowed respectfully, "Miss Slytherin, it's lunch time, do you need Kreacher to bring in for the two ladies or to the restaurant? "

"We went to the restaurant today, I have something to say to others, are they all in the restaurant?"

"Yes, most of the people are already in the dining room. Ms. Weasley is preparing lunch, honorable Miss Slytherin."

"Okay, then you help Camille am prepare some steaks, I want vegetables..."

"Syl wants smoked salmon salad! Don't listen to this bamboo pole who doesn't eat a bit of meat! At least give her some salmon!" Camille interrupted Sylvia.

Kreacher was stunned for a moment, but seeing Sylvia's helpless expression on her face, she smiled and did not stop him, so Kreacher bent down deeply again, "Kreacher understands, Kreacher is going to give it to you now." Distinguished guests, prepare lunch!"

"You should eat more nutritious things, why do you feel that you are getting thinner and thinner?" Camille said disgustedly, just walking in the dark corridor of Black's old house, she kept holding Sylvia's hand and did not let go .

"When you get busy, you don't bother to eat, especially those with big fish and meat. Don't you feel like you can't eat when you see a pile of greasy meat on the table when you're stressed out?"

"No, doesn't it mean that the busier you are, the more you want to eat?! No! It's because you eat too many cakes and desserts that you don't have the appetite for dinner, okay! Don't put the blame on the pressure!"

"Cakes are in the other stomach! Those don't count!"

Rolling his eyes, Camille shook his head, "For the sake of dessert, an old pedant like you can open your eyes and say such words that are neither scientific nor magical."

"Who are you calling old?"

"If you are too thin, you will look old!"

"No! And I'm not that thin!"

"Yes! And you're almost that skinny!"

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The meaningless and naive arguments continued all the way until Sylvia and Camille found a corner in the restaurant and sat down. Camille would actually chatter about some unnutritious and childish conversations, and the Weasley family and Sirius who were at the table were stunned. They didn't stop, they just nodded as a greeting.

When they were seated, Kreacher, who had completely treated them as guests of honor, immediately served an exquisite lunch, which was completely different from the home-cooked meals of other people at the table.

The atmosphere froze a bit. Hermione, who was the only one who could talk to Sylvia and Camille more comfortably, had gone back to her own home a few days ago. Now the only person who often lives in Black's old house is Sirius. , Harry and Lupine, the Weasley family's plan is to wait until the limelight passes before returning home - not only the riots and the Dark Mark during the Quidditch final caused a wave of chaos in the wizarding world, but the notorious Bellatrix The prison break of Max Lestrange was also fully exposed the day before yesterday when Aurors from the Ministry of Magic visited Azkaban for routine inspections.

Now the British magical community is panicking. Compared with Sirius Black's escape from prison, the panic caused by Bellatrix Lestrange is even more alarming.

Even though all the Weasleys here knew what was going on, but in order to pretend to be afraid of being retaliated by Bellatrix, Mr. Weasley asked his family to temporarily move to Mr. Black from Sirius. Zhai's big move was noticed by many people.

"I want to tell you something today." Sylvia said nonchalantly to break the awkward atmosphere, "The action about Mrs. Lestrange may need to be postponed."

"Why?!" Sirius frowned and asked, "Didn't you say before that after getting Bella out, we would either use Polyjuice Potion or use the Imperius Curse to enter her vault? Even without you What about hypnosis, isn’t the plan the same? What’s wrong?”

"Because I don't agree with this follow-up plan, whether it's Polyjuice Potion turning Mrs. Lestrange, or using the Imperius Curse to control her, we all have to face a very serious problem-through the Gringotts underground After Jinma Falls, all these small movements will return to their original form..."

"So it's time to regain control of Bella!" Sirius said hastily, interrupting Sylvia.

"Oh! It turns out that Mr. Sirius has such a fearless dedication!" Sylvia said exaggeratedly while stuffing a mouthful of the cut beef short rib that Camille had just thrown into her mouth.

"What do you mean?" Sirius' tone was not very good, he didn't like Sylvia's way of speaking very much.

"If I remember correctly," Sylvia said after swallowing the food in her mouth slowly, "Most of the vaults set up by very famous big families in Gringotts will have VIP routes, which means they must pass through Forbidden Waterfall, all magic will lose its effect the moment it passes through the Forbidden Waterfall. Of course, if you recast the spell after passing through, there is no problem. However, I would like to ask Mr. Sirius, do you know that if a wizard attacks an ancient spirit If you are a goblin and are suspected of breaking into someone else's vault and stealing, how many years should you be sentenced to under the Ministry of Magic's law?"

Before Sirius could react, Mr. Weasley gasped, "Merlin's beard!!"

"It seems that there are still people with a clear mind here." Sylvia shrugged her eyebrows and lowered her head to eat her lunch.

"What the hell are you trying to say! We're going to get the gold cup..."

"We are going to steal!" Sylvia put down the silver fork in her hand, raised her head and stared at Sirius seriously, "No matter from our point of view, finding Voldemort's Horcrux 'Hufflepuff's Gold Cup' has How important, in the eyes of the general uninformed public and the laws of the Ministry of Magic, we are all illegally breaking into Gringotts and stealing! Not to mention if you attack the goblins of Gringotts in order to break into the vault , that’s even more sinful.”

"Of course," Sylvia's expression slowed down, as if it had nothing to do with her, "If Mr. Sirius is willing to dedicate a sentence of ten or twenty years in Azkaban for the peace and stability of the magic world, then I I don't have any comments."

"Ah! By the way, don't forget, if you really do this, the ten-year to twenty-year sentence will no longer be an unjust prison sentence, but a real sentence! Besides...Azkaban Two people have already escaped and Peter escaped before he could get in. I don’t think the Ministry of Magic will let this kind of thing happen again—at least the dementor’s ability to guard has been seriously doubted. After that, Azkaban No one knows what the guard setup will look like! Animagus is not a magic spell, Mr. Sirius."

Even if what Sylvia said was true, her way of speaking had obviously affected Sirius' appetite.

"What the hell is going to happen! Have you already talked to Professor Dumbledore?!"

Sylvia nodded, picked up the napkin on the dinner plate and wiped her mouth elegantly, "Of course I have already talked to Professor Dumbledore, what I can do now is to wait for me to finish sorting the pile of parchment, and I hope to be able to do it in Some clues were found above—according to the current situation, it seems that the deep hypnosis should have been set by Mrs. Lestrange herself, but without the corresponding 'key', the deep hypnosis cannot be unlocked."

"When will this wait! That bastard Peter has already run away, he has no other place to go except to find his master! The Dark Mark has already appeared, Voldemort must have recovered to a certain extent. Could it be Can't you use some other magic to forcibly undo the hypnosis?"

"Yes." Sylvia's straightforward answer stunned everyone present.

"Then let's hurry..." Sirius stood up as soon as he dropped the fork in his hand.

"Although there is a way to brute force it," Sylvia's words stopped Sirius from rushing out of the restaurant, "but it is soul magic after all. In a simple explanation... you can imagine that this deep hypnosis is like a Treasure chest box, put a part of a person's memory and even personality into it and lock it up. If you can find the key when you locked the box, it may be a specific sentence spoken by a specific person, or it may be that you must come into contact with a certain item, etc. Wait, if you find the key, this box can be unlocked easily."

"But as Mr. Sirius said, to open the box, apart from finding the key, brute force cracking is indeed a way," Sylvia glared at Camille. Brute force cracking has always been Camille's favorite content. "However, you have to remember that what is contained in this box is the most exquisite thing in this world—a part of the soul. Not to mention the soul, even if a box contains a roast turkey, you force the box It was smashed, and the lock was indeed unlocked, but what about the contents? A turkey could be smashed into pieces, so what if it contained a soul?"

Sylvia stood up, asked Kreacher to pack her and Camille's lunch, and walked out of the restaurant, "Mrs. Lestrange seems to be a lunatic who is crazy and loyal to Voldemort. If the deep hypnosis is released normally , she may be an ordinary talented woman, but if you insist on cracking it..." Speaking of this, Sylvia opened the door of the restaurant, put one hand on the door frame, and turned to face the other people in the restaurant. Although there was a playful smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, "You may get a Mrs Lestrange who thinks she is a Muggle and you are all mentally ill, or you may get a memory Mrs. Lestrange who stayed at the age of ten...As for what will become...the box must be destroyed first to know what a miserable appearance the poor turkey inside will become."

"Oh! By the way, I personally don't agree with this stupid plan, and I have to regret to tell you, Mr. Sirius, even if you came up with this idea, you don't have the ability to carry it out—soul magic Forcibly deciphering it is not something that can be done by poking someone's nostril angrily with a wand. Without profound soul magic attainments, or at least what is called black magic attainments now...you can think about other things Got an idea, or at least roll up your sleeves and clean the house? Try to give me peace of mind when I have to spend the rest of my summer vacation and even a few months after school start checking soul magic scrolls that you don't have the ability to read A clean environment, I think maintaining a good mood is a prerequisite for doing anything efficiently, isn't it?"