hp Ouroboros

Early the next morning, when Camille jogged through the morning mist and returned to the gate of the castle, he saw Sylvia standing there looking at her smiling.

Taking the towel handed by Sylvia to wipe off sweat, Camille stared at Sylvia and said strangely: "What's wrong with you today? It's September now, and the temperature...is a little bit cold, aren't you Is it only two months during the summer vacation that you can get up early in a year?"

"It's rare to get up so early in the morning to wait for you here, to be so disgusted!"

"I don't dislike it...well, it should be said...you don't have a cold, right? It's that kind, anyway, you already have a cold, so you get up early and blow the cold wind."

"I don't have a cold!!" Sylvia said shaking the thin black velvet gown on her body, "This is my special gown! The magic patterns are embroidered directly in it!" Hearing what she said, Kaka It was only then that Mir noticed that the black robe had some inconspicuous dark green dark lines on the corners and the back. When Sylvia shook the clothes, there was a silver shimmer faintly reflected in the morning light coming in from outside.

"Added six insulation charms, even if it is minus thirty degrees, wearing this thin robe feels like staying in a warm bed! I named it 'Super Warm Ultimate Thin Cloak'!!" Sylvia chattered and introduced her "proud work" with a very proud look.

"What a bad name, you are enough..." Camille listened helplessly to Sylvia's sales-like introduction all the way, and couldn't help wondering whether Sylvia was too good at pretending before or she was blind ——This woman is not a bit noisy at all, but... can't stop at all!

But Sylvia is not always so noisy, it's just that when she chatters about inexplicable things like this, basically there is something wrong, for example, when the pressure is a bit high...

"So? What's the matter?" After patiently listening to Sylvia's long nonsense, from the lobby on the first floor to the empty classroom on the fifth floor, Camille interrupted her.

"..." Sylvia stopped, turned around and closed the door of the empty classroom, took out a letter from her arms and handed it to Camille.

It was not so much a letter as it was a message written on a post-it note, with only a short sentence, "The new professor may have a problem." And the signature, "Sincerely, Pansy", and other There is nothing outside.

Camille frowned and looked at the small note over and over again, making sure that there was no other message, and then said: "When is this..."

"It was on the carpet when I got back to the dormitory last night. It should have been pushed in by Pansy through the crack in the door."

"Is the signature confirmed?"

"Well, it's a special magic signature, the same ink that is used when signing a contract."

Without answering, Camille walked to the sofa group by the classroom window and fell on it, and Sylvia followed and sat beside her.

"Have you spoken to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Not yet, I plan to make an appointment with Professor McGonagall after the Transfiguration class. This matter is not something that Professor McGonagall can solve alone. If that Moody really has a problem..."

"Well, it's better to be cautious. You can fool so many professors and Headmaster Dumbledore in the whole school... Tell me, the last potion I smelled yesterday could be Polyjuice Potion?"

"It's possible, but I always find it very strange. Although Polyjuice Potion can transform into another person, it can't copy various habits and the like. Is there anyone else besides the escaped Peter who can use it around Voldemort? - I don't really believe that people like Peter have the ability to imitate Moody to the point where the professors can't even see it. Such an important job lurking in Hogwarts, it is impossible to just find a Slytherin family Anyone in there can do it? ——Those Slytherin families are basically useless." Speaking of this, Sylvia waved the note from Pansy in her hand.

"We'll wait until Principal Dumbledore is notified about this. I'm more curious about Pansy." Camille said while tidying up the schoolbag that was left here yesterday. "What is her state now?"

Sylvia sighed, "I don't know either. Before that, everyone in the Slytherin department knew about her appearance of being nice to Granger, but now she's back home again. Yes. Let me hear the news that I didn’t like my father’s discipline before, so I left home to try to get in touch with Muggles, and then I regretted it before returning home.”

"...You mean something like 'rebellious girl, turn the prodigal son back'? This is too old-fashioned!"

"Old-fashioned is old-fashioned, but old-fashioned, it means it is useful!" Sylvia picked up a few textbooks, held them in her hands, and walked out of the empty classroom behind Camille, "At least the news I heard is, other Everyone can understand it, after all, there is only such an heir in the Parkinson family, and this kind of thing often happens among the children of the Slytherin family, ah, by the way, except for Sirius who can completely ignore the family's favor There are rare exceptions where the blessings of life are gone forever, and most of the Slytherin children, playing around, rebelling or something, will get better after a while."

"But now I receive this kind of thing..." Sylvia didn't explain, but Camille understood that she was referring to the message from Pansy, "It seems that the young lady still has other ideas, hey, It’s just that the road can’t be called easy to walk…”

"Don't worry about others, you have too many things to do, don't you?" Camille dragged Sylvia into the Transfiguration classroom, interrupting Sylvia's thinking forcefully.

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Although it is said that Camille has long since arrived and does not need to take the ordinary transfiguration courses provided by Hogwarts, but thinking about it, there is nothing else to do anyway, the improvement classes of the sixth and seventh grades are basically taken together by the whole grade Yes, it means that you are with Sylvia in every class, and it doesn't matter if you go to class.

"You didn't come to the class at all but to see my jokes!" Apparently, Sylvia had a different idea of ​​what it meant for Camille to 'accompany her' to the Transfiguration class.

Camille didn't retort right away. She was holding on to the classroom wall, shaking slightly all over her body. After a while, she probably calmed down a bit. She took a few deep breaths facing the wall before turning around and facing her. Sylvia, however after seeing something around Sylvia...

"Pfft!" Immediately, he couldn't help but turned around and continued to laugh silently.

"Hey! Hurry up and help if you've laughed enough!" Sylvia shouted in a low voice, frantically waving the wand in her hand, but the things around her didn't change in any way.

Camille suppressed a smile and stared at Sylvia's side. It was supposed to be a double desk, but now it turned into a pig—it would be great if it was turned into an ordinary pig, this is Professor McGonagall demonstrated the advanced transfiguration technique to his classmates in the first grade, but the pig transformed by Sylvia...

"You're so amazing...Pfft!" Camille covered her mouth to hold back her laughter, but pointed at Sylvia with her other hand. What she conjured up with the desk is not so much a pig, but a certain kind of face. A slender, strange creature that looks like a pig.

"Why can you make the appearance so much like a pig, but... this pig is malnourished?! Or... if you just look at the legs, it may be a beauty, but it turns out to be pig legs?! You Where did you come to the conclusion that pigs look like this?" Camille squatted down in amazement to study the four slender legs of this creature said to be pigs, "Just these legs, no matter how you look at them, they are human legs The structure of the pig is covered with a layer of pigskin to get away with it! Last semester, Professor McGonagall arranged the biological anatomy diagram of the pig, did you draw it with a book?!"

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, help me change back!" Seeing that Professor McGonagall had already guided the students in their row, Sylvia patted Camille on the shoulder anxiously.

With a wave of the wand, the weird creature that Sylvia couldn't get back immediately disappeared in place and turned back into an ordinary desk. Go back! By the way, you don't even dare to look at the things you conjured up, how could you go back..."

"But...it looks scary..."

"You should think about it carefully before you do it, what if you are afraid of the things that have been transformed!"

At this time, Professor McGonagall walked towards them, and she looked suspiciously back and forth between Sylvia and the desk, "I seem to see a...creature just now?"

"Cough cough cough! No, there's no problem, Professor McGonagall! It's just a small failure..." Sylvia said evasively.Even if she barely learns Animagus, it doesn't mean that her transfiguration has reached its pinnacle—people like Sirius and Peter who don't put their minds on learning at all can learn Animagus , it is not difficult to see that Transfiguration is really a strange subject that sometimes needs to be taken very seriously, but sometimes it is actually very idealistic.

"Miss Camille, you shouldn't have a problem, right?" Professor McGonagall became a little worried when he saw from the corner of his eye that the always excellent Miss Slytherin would turn into such an unsightly hunting creature.

"No problem." Camille raised his wand and stared at the table, and his temperament fell silent. He waved his wand, and the next moment the desk turned into a pig in front of their eyes, exactly the same as Professor McGonagall demonstrated.

"Very good. I hope that Miss Camille can guide Miss Slytherin a little bit when she is free. NEWTs have very strict regulations on the actual operation of transfiguration, and they need to practice hard."

"Boom!" Professor McGonagall had just finished speaking when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and she turned and walked back to the podium.

Looking at the group of sighing students in the audience, Mag pushed the glasses on his face, "As you have seen, the advanced class of Transfiguration is completely different from the previous difficulty level. Now that everyone has made a choice, I hope you can do well." Stick to it."

"So... homework, everyone, please complete a report on the transformation of dead objects into creatures before next Friday. I know the situation of everyone present, please go back and reflect on why you failed and write a report, and... Mr. Weasley and Miss Slytherin, the three of you, in addition to this homework, you also have to complete a biological anatomy diagram of a medium-to-large creature, class is over."

Everyone packed up their things dejectedly and left the classroom in twos and threes. McGonagall noticed that Sylvia and Camille did not leave, walked over and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"Ah, it's such a professor, I still don't understand..." Seeing that there were still two Slytherin students left behind, Sylvia had to temporarily change the subject and picked up the book Pretend to ask questions.

"Oh, here, it should be..." McGonagall paused, because there was a note like a note in the textbook that Sylvia handed over, and the information on it made her fall down when she saw it. She took a breath, but she quickly realized why Sylvia did this, and after taking a breath, she followed what Sylvia said.

After explaining a few words, as the last two Slytherin students left the classroom, McGonagall stopped, "Is this true? It also says 'maybe'..."

"I got it last night." Sylvia said without thinking, but Camille and McGonagall who were present understood, "We had his class yesterday, and Camille smelled it when the class was over. There is a strange smell in your bottle, the smell of potion." As soon as Sylvia said this, Mag's face immediately became serious.

"I'm going to contact the principal right now, but he may not come back until tomorrow. There are too many things to prepare for the competition. Albus is very busy, but this is very important. You two don't care about it for the time being."

After dinner in the evening, Sylvia and Camille, one was looking at the scroll found by Bellatrix and the other was doing homework. When the classroom window was knocked, Dumbledore's Phoenix Fawkes brought The password of the principal's office.