hp Ouroboros

With less than three days left before the end of the holiday, Mr. Weasley was still busy going out early and returning home every day. The situation in the Ministry of Magic did not seem to be any better. A few months ago, the felon Peter escaped and the International During the top event, dark wizards attacked Muggles to create chaos, the mysterious man's Dark Mark reappeared for more than ten years, and the extremely dangerous Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange came from A Zkaban disappeared... It is conceivable that the Ministry of Magic will probably be in chaos for a while.

"Not to mention this woman!" Weasley *blocked keywords* angrily smashed the saucepan in his hand onto the heat insulation pad on the table, and angrily patted the "Daily Prophet" on the table ", "Rita Skeeter! Can't this hateful woman shut up for two days and let everyone take a break!"

"Well, things are getting out of hand," Mr. Weasley said to Weasley *masked keywords* as he sat down in an armchair by the fireplace and idly fiddled with a plate of wrinkled cauliflower , "Rita Skeeter has been poking around all week, searching for any more confusion at the Ministry to report. Now that she's found out about poor old Bertha's disappearance, it looks like this is the Daily Prophet. Tomorrow's headline. I told Batiman he should have sent for her long ago."

"Mr. Crouch has been saying that for weeks." Percy said hastily. The third son of the Weasley family is now working under Mr. Crouch at the Ministry of Magic, which is said to be a 'bright future' job.

"Crouch was lucky that Rita didn't find out about Winky." Mr. Weasley waved his hand irritably, "his house-elf was caught holding a wand that conjured the Dark Mark... Oh! If this is discovered, it will be the front page headline for a whole week."

"That woman is against the Ministry of Magic!" said Percy angrily. "She said last week that we should be doing all we can to get rid of vampires, but we're wasting time finding fault with the thickness of the cauldron! Doesn't the Non-Wizard's Paragraph No.12 of the Standard for the Treatment of Half-Humans does not specifically point out..."

"All right, Percy," Bill pushed the door open and walked into the dining room, yawning wearily, "Stop talking, if you talk any more, I'll take your "Crucible Act" or some code." Masterpiece' recited."

Raindrops are pattering on the windows of the restaurant - after everyone's hard work of cleaning, the dining room and living room they use most often now look brand new, at least the window glass can already see the outside scenery.

In view of the chaos outside, Weasley *blocked keyword* canceled everyone's trip to go shopping in Diagon Alley together, and she and Bill were responsible for helping everyone purchase things.

Hermione was so absorbed in reading a book that she even forgot to eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast. She has maintained this reading state since she came to the old house from home yesterday morning.

"Hermione, your soup..." Ginny, who was sitting opposite Hermione, called out to her.

"Huh? What?" Hermione looked up from the book, but didn't understand for a moment.

"Your soup! Hermione, your soup is going to be cold!" Ron took up the topic in disbelief, "What are you watching so fascinated by? You haven't said much since you came here yesterday. "

"Oh!" Hermione put the book in her hand on the table and drank her thick soup. The bright 'Advanced Spells' on the book and the large characters 'Part [-]' on the back almost scared Ron and Harry. Gotta spit out breakfast in my mouth.

"Advanced Curse Volume [-]?!" Ron yelled strangely, "We are only in the fourth grade! Have you seen the sixth grade textbook?!"

Harry thought of the new term books that Weasley *masked key words* had handed him the day before yesterday - they were lying in his suitcase intact and unopened...

"What's so strange about this!" Hermione glared at Ron as a matter of course, "Didn't Harry say that Sister Sylvia's way of learning is that she needs to read all the Charms textbooks from grades one to seven first?" Huh! I only saw the sixth grade ones, and there are quite a few that I don't understand..." Speaking of this, Hermione looked a little frustrated, and Ron, Harry, and Ginny stared at each other with wide eyes. They couldn't understand it at all. Understands why Hermione is so upset.

"Uh...that's pretty good," Harry tried to comfort Hermione, "I can't even read a fourth grade textbook..."

"You don't understand, it's nothing surprising, Mr. Potter." Sylvia's voice came from behind them, several people turned their heads suddenly, Sylvia and Camille walked into the restaurant, as always Sitting at a corner of the rectangular dining table, Kreacher, the house elf who basically ignored them, appeared immediately after they sat down, and served an exquisite chef's breakfast that was completely different from the family cooking on the table.

Sylvia's slender hands gracefully inserted a piece of bacon-wrapped omelet into her mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it, and then she turned her attention to Hermione, "It's a pity that I've been so busy recently that I can't help you. Answers, but Miss Granger, if there are any misunderstandings, I think Cam will be happy to help you sort them out."

Camille raised her head inexplicably, "Huh? Me? It's none of my business...Hiss!!" Hermione and the others listened before she could finish complaining. Camille made a strange sound, and then she abruptly The expression of reluctance turned into a face with a weird smile, "Okay, just come and ask me when the time comes..."

"Sister... are you okay?" Hermione looked at Camille with a little worry.

"It's all right!" Sylvia's smile was always so impeccable. She raised a hand and put it on Camille's shoulder, fingering the hair that wasn't tied into her loose ponytail by Camille's ear. , "Isn't it, Cam? I thought it might just be a relief to see Miss Granger so studious?"

"...Yes, that's right, that's it, it's okay...it's nothing." Camille kept a stiff smile on his face—Merlin's beer belly!This woman definitely kicked a tendon in her leg just now!It hurts! !

"What are you two doing?" Weasley *masked key words* sternly asked, keeping his eyes on the twins who had shrunk back into the corner with some food in their mouths.

Fred and George sat in a corner of the dining room, quills in hand, their heads on a piece of parchment, talking in low voices. "Do your homework." Fred looked up at her mother, with a huge smile and a vague answer with a mouthful of food.

"Don't be ashamed, it's still a holiday!" Weasley *masked keyword* wasn't so easy to fool.

"Ah, yeah, this...we're a little late," George said.

"Aren't you writing order lists again?" Weasley *masked key words* pointedly pointed out that she had confiscated how many 'illegal mail order orders' of the two brothers during the summer vacation, "Aren't you Thinking about doing that Weasley trick again?"

"Oh, Mom, this..." Fred looked up at her with a tangled expression on his face.

"Oh! About that..." Sylvia interrupted Fred suddenly, looking at Weasley *masked keywords* with a gentle smile, "They asked me about potions I solved some problems a little bit, it’s not a big deal.” Sylvia took out a piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to Fred with a happy face.

"Oh...if that's the case..." Looking at the twin brothers' eyes glowing, they went back to the corner to study what they got from Sylvia, which according to Miss Slytherin was the 'answer to the potion problem', Weasley *blocked keyword* didn't know what expression to make, so he had to let the two brothers go temporarily.

When Weasley *blocked keyword* turned his head to get other food, Fred and George moved closer to Sylvia while winking.

"It's so cool!" The two brothers whispered at the same time, giving Sylvia a thumbs up with one left hand and the other right hand.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows, and also said in a low voice: "It's just a matter of raising your hands, I'm still waiting for your 'that product'!"

The twins glanced at Camille who was sitting next to Sylvia, nodded, did not speak, gave Sylvia an 'OK' gesture mysteriously, and hurried back to the corner of the room.

"'That product'? What?" Camille asked casually.

"Ah... that, it's nothing, it's just a very common prank toy, you see, didn't I promise to give them consultation on potions before, it's just a very common toy, very common!" Sylvia put on a commercial smile, and it sounded like she had said a long paragraph, but there was no actual content, "That's right! Do you want some steak? Or my fish steak?"

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Sylvia and Camille were going to wait for Alger's carriage to pick them up after breakfast to pick them up back to Slytherin Manor, but there was still a while before the scheduled noon, since everything was packed last night, they didn't mind Together with Hermione, visit Harry's room.

Pushing the door open, Sylvia and Camille hadn't had time to marvel at the spectacular sight of the debris piles that took up two-thirds of the space in their room, when they were almost bumped into Ron by a squeak that flopped around. The small owl on the face is frightened.

"Ah!!" The raven Hela, who stood on Sylvia's shoulder and followed into the room, was obviously very dissatisfied with this little owl who had no etiquette at all. It yelled and flew around the owl. In a circle, it gracefully drew an arc in the air and landed on the top of the closet. The contempt on the bird's face could even be seen by Harry and the others who were humans.

"Oh! Merlin's flowered pajama bottoms! Hurry up and stuff it with some owl food!" Ron blushed and threw a package of things to Harry.

Hermione, who had already packed her things, also helped prepare the luggage, "Ron, what are these?" Hermione asked, pointing to a large pile of packages on Ron's bed.

"Oh! Those are the things Mom bought for Harry. By the way, she also took some gold coins from your vault for you. I remember..." Ron said to the pile of packages After searching for a while, I finally pulled out a small cloth bag and threw it to Harry, "Ah, here it is!"

While Harry was unpacking what Weasley *blocked keyword* bought for him, Ron was busy placating his new pet (the little owl that Hela and Harry's Hedwig disliked together ), Hermione, who had nothing to do, found a relatively clean place for Sylvia and Camille to sit down and discuss her study problems.

Just as they were discussing how to use Styrian's third formula to analyze the Gas Expansion Curse, Ron yelled in disgust at his bedside.

"What the hell is this?!" Ron's loud voice attracted the attention of everyone in the room. He was frowning and holding something in his hand.

"Pfft, I bet it's a long dress." Camille turned her head to Sylvia and laughed softly.

"I followed." Sylvia also looked like she was watching the show, "I guess it's the dress."

"Are you sure you have that kind of dress?" Camille looked at the thing in Ron's hand again with a look of disapproval. Hollow lace but I don’t know why it looks like a musty and furry fluffy lotus leaf

Sylvia shrugged nonchalantly, "At least the material looks like velvet! I'd still bet it was a dress."

Just then there was a knock on the door, and Weasley *masked key words* walked in, holding the freshly washed and ironed Hogwarts uniform in his arms.

"Here for you," she said, dividing the robes into two piles and placing them on the two boys' cots. "When you pack them, put them neatly, so they don't wrinkle!"

"Mom, how did you get Ginny's new dress to me?" Ron said, handing her the dress.

"How could I be wrong!" said Weasley *blocked keyword*, "This is for you, dress robes."

"What?" Ron looked horrified at Weasley *blocked keyword* and at what was said to be a dress in his hand but looked like a long skirt.

Sylvia smiled provocatively at Camille, and Camille rolled her eyes, "Okay, I owe you a night." Sylvia turned her head away in a good mood, and Camille swore she heard that she actually He was so happy that he hummed something in a low voice.

No matter what Sylvia and Camille were doing in the corner, Weasley over there *masked key words* showed no sign of letting Ron go, "Dress gown!" she repeated, "This year you It says on the list from the school that you should prepare dress robes this year—the robes you wear on formal occasions."

"You must be joking!" Ron said in disbelief, taking the 'dress robe' away from his body as far away as possible, "I will never wear this kind of clothes! Especially if you What did you say?! A formal occasion?! Never!"

"Everybody's gotta wear them, Ron!" said Weasley *masked keywords* angrily. "Those are the clothes! Your father has a few of them too, for decent parties!"

"You must have a dress robe, it's on the list! I got one for Harry too..." Weasley *masked keywords* said this, and Sylvia, Camille, and Hermione all Seeing Harry standing behind Weasley *masked keyword*, his face paled with fright, and he frantically went to find the package on his bed.

But it seemed to be okay, Harry let out a long sigh of relief. Although his gown was similar in style to the school gown, it was only dark green in color - most importantly, there was no suspicious lace on the gown.

"Harry's one is pretty good!" Ron said angrily, looking at Harry's robes, "Why can't I have one like this?"

"Because... alas, I'll have to buy you second-hand, so there won't be much choice!" said Weasley *masked keywords*, blushing.

Both Harry and Hermione looked away. They both had money to support the Weasleys, but everyone knew they wouldn't take it.

"I'd never wear something like that," said Ron stubbornly. "Never!"

"Fine!" snapped Weasley *masked keywords*, "then you go naked. Harry, don't forget to take a picture of him, Merlin's beard!" She walked out of the room and locked the door Close it hard.

"Why are my things all junk!" Ron sat down on the bed angrily, and the simple camp bed creaked.

"That's because your poor parents need to support so many children, Mr. Weasley." Sylvia said flatly, "You either accept their kindness, or..." Sylvia slapped Ron's white shirt, which was scattered on the ground before he had time to clean it up, shook, and the wrinkled shirt turned into a gorgeous dark red dress robe—a real dress robe that conforms to modern aesthetics, "It's all fourth grade , it’s just basic transfiguration, is there any problem?”

Ron blushed, "A formal occasion... who knows how long this formal occasion will last! I can't last that long!"

"Oh, and then?" Camille stood up disdainfully, and patted the dust, "Can't last for a long time? Don't you know how long you can last for a specific transfiguration! Then it's time to make up for the transformation in formal occasions It would be nice if it didn't work! It's as if we're going to a dance this afternoon."

Sylvia held Camille's hand and stood up, "Alger will pick us up soon, see you after school starts!" As she was about to leave Harry's room and walked to the door, Sylvia stopped suddenly. Stepping down, I looked back at Ron, "Instead of constantly complaining about this and that, why don't you pick up your wand and act more? Girls won't welcome people who just talk but don't act!"