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On the day of her 17th birthday, she skipped a whole day of class, and it was not until the next day that Sylvia finally felt that her body ached much better, but when she returned to the castle with Camille to have breakfast with everyone in the morning, she suddenly found Li What an impact Tar Skeeter's series of articles in the Daily Prophet had on the atmosphere in the school.

Except for Gryffindor, most of the students in the other three colleges wore the 'Support Sylvia Slytherin' badge made by Draco on their school uniform robes, and even a few of them sat far away from Harry. Gryffindor, who was far away from Hermione, didn't wear badges, but it was not difficult to see from their eyes that they didn't like Harry as one of the representatives of the warriors at all—there was a small group of Gryffindors. Ron, who used to be inseparable from Harry.

"Next week is the first event... Alas... There are still a lot of things to deal with, why do we have to compete in such a cold time!" Sylvia poked the mashed potatoes on the plate coquettishly , complained dissatisfiedly, until Camille, who was sitting beside her, cut a piece of beef short rib for her and put it on her plate, Sylvia turned her head and smiled at her alone.

Harry didn't notice the sweet interaction between the two seniors in front of him at all. As one of the warriors, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the upcoming first competition next week before Senior Sylvia mentioned it!

Before taking a few bites of the breakfast on the plate, Harry dropped his fork, picked up his schoolbag and left with a pale face. He didn't even hear Hermione calling twice.

"Potter must have forgotten about the game." Sylvia commented sharply.

But it was Camille who was more ruthless, rolled his eyes and swallowed a big mouthful of roasted beef shank, "So what if he knows? He doesn't usually work hard, it's better to get nervous after playing, it's much safer to just abstain." gone."

"So strict? Don't you usually have a little master-student relationship?" Sylvia jokingly said.

"Oh, Merlin's flowery pajama pants, don't tell anyone about Potter exercising with me occasionally!"

While Harry is nervous about the upcoming first competition, hoping that time will slow down, Sylvia and Camille are immersed in the sweetness of a honeymoon state.

In the classroom with the fireplace, Sylvia was sitting behind the big desk planning how to set up the illusion barrier for Ms. Bellatrix. Camille was sitting not far from her, and she could clearly see it when she looked up. In a comfortable place, I nestle in a soft single sofa and read my book in a comfortable posture, and the warm air is filled with a warm atmosphere.Occasionally tired, one of them will stand up and walk to the other side, a slightly longer hug or even just a light kiss makes people feel sweet and relaxed.

"Hoo..." Sylvia let go of the quill in her hand after a long breath, and the black quill with a touch of silver in it, which looked luxurious, floated back to the pen holder next to it .

"Finished?" Camille asked, closing the heavy book with the cover of "Analysis of Ancient Magic Pattern Array Advanced" in his hand, putting it on the armrest of the single sofa, standing up and stretching , and then walked slowly to Sylvia's side, leaning against her desk.

She's not a slob, but the satisfaction of being in complete possession of another person brings warmth and reassurance to Camille like never before.

Sylvia, who felt Camille's unique laziness these days, didn't say anything, and stretched out her hand to Camille, asking her to pull her up coquettishly.

That down-to-earth feeling is not unique to Camille~ Sylvia showed a sweet smile and threw herself into Camille's arms easily along with Camille's strength.

"I didn't finish writing, I just made a rough outline, alas... I think I can't do this alone..." Sylvia buried her face in Camille's chest, her voice was muffled Yes, it sounds a lot more wronged.

Wrapping around his girlfriend's back, Camille glanced at the pile of things on her desk with more than [-]% of them incomprehensible, and frowned, "When the time comes, ask Principal Dumbledore to do it together, you don't want to It's all done by one person foolishly, and Voldemort is not your work alone."

"That's what I said, but... eh? That's right! Voldemort is at least a matter for me, Principal Dumbledore and Potter! If I divide the responsibility of the enchantment node into three..."

"Are you sure you want Potter to participate in your enchantment arrangement?" Camille raised his eyebrows.With a look of disapproval, "The Flying Curse we practiced last week was all messed up, are you sure nothing will happen? Explosions or something..."

"I won't just let Potter do it, I need money for the materials! I'm going to let Miss Granger try it out. The questions she's asked recently have been more in-depth. Ask her to take the design back to study what should be done. It can be done. Potter...It is also possible to use it as a personal magic node--there are few resources, I don't dislike it~" It seems that things have been arranged in her head, Sylvia straightened up, There was a smile on his face, "Today is Hogsmeade Week, do you want to go shopping?"

"Okay, but you have to help me buy a few more glasses of mead!" Camille took Sylvia's hand and walked outside the classroom they occupied. When passing the door, he conveniently picked up the newly ordered coat hook from the side He took Sylvia's dark green robe, and helped Sylvia put it on with his backhand.

The atmosphere in Hogsmeade seems to be better than that in the castle. Even though many students in Hogwarts still wear the badge that Sylvia called "alchemy items for elementary practice" on their school robes, but anyway Their focus now is on how to squeeze into the crowded Honeydukes candy store that fills the street, rather than pointing at Hermione, who was portrayed by Rita Skeeter as Harry Potter's suspected first love point.

When Sylvia and the others arrived at Hogsmeade Village, they saw Hermione preparing to walk into the Three Broomsticks alone, so Sylvia called out to stop Hermione.

"Sister Sylvia, Sister Camille." Hermione turned to greet Sylvia and Camille.

However, when they were still a few steps away from Hermione, Camille suddenly grabbed Sylvia and stared sharply at an open space next to Hermione. As her eyes shone with golden light, the surrounding area The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

But Hermione only had time to choke on the cold air in fright, and before she could speak, Camille relaxed again.

"What's wrong?" Sylvia asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that Potter is hiding under his invisibility cloak." Camille replied lazily and casually, pulling Sylvia towards the Three Broomsticks bar.

"Sister... Senior!" Hermione hurriedly chased after her reaction, "Senior Camille, what are you doing..."

"Sound and smell." Camille said without looking back and pushed open the door of the bar. The noisy sound inside and the strange smell mixed with various smells made her frowned, and sprayed with dissatisfaction. Take a breath.

"Do you want to go back? We can buy it and drink it, huh?" Sylvia looked up at Camille who was not getting used to it with concern, and asked in a soft tone.

"It's okay, I'm not a delicate young lady."

"Okay, my Cam is the best."

"Why does it feel ironic..."

"How could it be~" Sylvia stuck out her tongue playfully, looking at the corner of her eyes, five people stood up and were about to leave, she quickly pulled Camille and pointed to the corner, "Ah! There is a table over there! Hurry up and grab a seat~ I'll go buy a drink!"

Hermione giggled and sat down at the vacant seat at the table with a depressed Camille.

Harry has never come out from under the invisibility cloak. This year he managed to get the signature of his legal guardian Godfather Sirius. He was supposed to come to Hogsmeade to go shopping and frolicking with his friends, but...he forced himself Don't keep your eyes on Ron on the other side of the tavern, sitting with Fred and George and Lee Jordan - he definitely doesn't want to make up first!It was obviously Ron's fault!

Hermione helped Sylvia take down her and Harry's two bottles of butterbeer from the tray full of drinks, watching Sylvia take a sip of Camille's mead, and the corner of her mouth was hooked. Mir stared, and suddenly asked: "Have the seniors never quarreled?"

"That depends on what kind of quarrel you mean." Sylvia let go and let the borrowed tray fly from the heads of a bunch of wizards in the tavern to the beautiful lady proprietress Mrs. Rosmerta.

Not knowing how to explain, Hermione glanced awkwardly at the empty seat next to her - they both knew that sitting there was Harry wearing the Invisibility Cloak.

"Oh, this kind of quarrel...no." Not only Sylvia shook her head, but Camille, who was sitting next to her, also shook her head while drinking mead.

"It's noisy, but it's not like you... What is this? Jealousy? Oh, it's so boring." Camille rolled her eyes and drank the remaining half glass of mead in her hand. There was a muffled sound when the wine glass was clasped on the table, and she suddenly laughed, revealing two rows of white teeth that were almost shiny and slightly sharper than ordinary people. With a malicious feeling, "I have fought a lot."

"Yeah, yeah, someone hasn't won until now~"

"Hmph! It doesn't matter, just win the other battlefield!"

"Ah!! That's me humbly you! Humility!" Sylvia blushed and raised her voice a little.

"Ha! Let's try again tonight! Don't be shy, let's play again!" Camille licked her upper teeth with excited golden light in her eyes.

Seeing the happy teasing and squabbling of the seniors in front of him, Harry quietly stood up from his seat sullenly, intending to take a walk outside, he walked to the door of the tavern absent-mindedly and bumped into someone who was also about to go out.

Just when Harry wanted to hide in a panic, he suddenly realized that it was Hagrid he bumped into. His huge figure was very conspicuous in the crowded crowd, and Harry could only wonder how distracted he was. It's too powerful.

Hagrid didn't feel that someone bumped into him at all, and was still chatting with Moody, but Moody stopped in his tracks, and his magical blue eyes stared straight at Hagrid's side, where Harry was.

Just when Harry felt creepy and wanted to walk away, Moody took two steps towards him and whispered, "The Invisibility Cloak is awesome, isn't it Potter?"

"Oh! He's here?!" Hagrid said loudly, only after Harry pulled his moleskin coat nervously did he realize that Harry was probably hiding under his invisibility cloak, wanting to He bent down and looked cautious, but because of his huge size, he looked a little ridiculous.

"Rupert go out and talk, the door is blocked, I'll go first." Moody patted Hagrid's waist (his height can only reach there), then nodded secretly to Harry, and opened the door first. The door of the tavern left.

Originally Harry thought he could have a chat with Hagrid, but he seemed in a hurry, so he took out an old and somewhat rusty pocket watch about the size of a grown man's palm to check the time, and then Only then did he bend down and say in a very low voice that only Harry could hear: "Come and find me in my hut at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night today. Remember to wear an invisibility cloak." He straightened up and strode away in the already stinging cold wind in mid-to-late November.

That direction is back to the castle, what is he going to do?And actually asked him to go to the cabin to find him at twelve o'clock?But he didn't say what to do...Harry returned to the warm tavern with a lot of doubts, at least temporarily forgetting the unpleasantness just now.