hp Ouroboros

In the middle of the night, Sylvia woke up suddenly.

She felt the magic in her body roaring, that feeling... Sylvia remembered the night of her seventh birthday.

Unprepared, she was awakened by a sudden burst of magic power in the middle of the night. The explosive growth of magic power not only caused her to die of pain, but also almost destroyed the wooden house of the Muggle foster family. If the people from the Ministry of Magic did not arrive in time, she probably It would have killed the Muggle couple—even the adult wizards of the Ministry of Magic dared only surround the small magical storm formed by her magical explosion. They could do nothing but protect the frame of the house and the couple. Can stand there staring blankly.

Feeling the gradually accelerating heartbeat, Sylvia glanced at her magic clock, November NO.12 at [-]:[-] p.m., running out of time, Sylvia grabbed the thin shawl spread over the chair and opened it The bedroom door ran out frantically.

Panting, Sylvia didn't know whether it was caused by the violent running or the side effect of the growing mana agitation, her first reaction was to keep running, she wanted to run out of the castle.

It will be NO.10 in 13 minutes, she will be 13 years old, she should have thought of it... Sylvia thought angrily, the magic power of seven years old broke out... Seven is a very magical number, But she ignored that thirteen is also a powerful number, and it is a number full of meanings of destruction and death!

Rushing out of Hogwarts Castle in panic, Sylvia ran to the lawn outside the castle and stared blankly at the surrounding space. The terrible experience last time made Sylvia run out of the castle in a panic, but in fact she No idea where she could go.

Suddenly, her heart throbbed violently, and Sylvia gasped and fell to the ground—it was twelve o'clock...

Sylvia completely lost control of the magic power in her body. They ran wildly in her body, and the magic power bumping left and right made Sylvia twitch and scream on the ground in pain.

Why is it not over yet? !Sylvia's consciousness of pain began to be unable to concentrate, and now she didn't even have the strength to scream, so she could only desperately let the powerful magic power erupt from every corner of her body——Sylvia's magic power ushered in again. The explosive growth and the inexplicable violent magic power even formed a storm around her.Sylvia's gradually opening eyes could see that the turf within a few feet around was torn apart by the manic but pure magic power, and it flew into the air and was torn to pieces.

The part that Sylvia didn't see, indeed, her magic burst this time was far more powerful than the one when she was seven years old. Not only the turf but even part of the soil around her was blown up by the storm.The movement of such a big magic storm, not to mention Principal Dumbledore, even McGonagall and Snape who lived next to the cellar were alarmed.

Dumbledore soon appeared at the scene of Sylvia's magic storm, and McGonagall and Snape also arrived soon.

"Albus! This is?!" McGonagall, who was wearing Scottish plaid pajamas, looked at the twisted tornado in front of him in shock. The tornado with a diameter of several feet was formed by pure magic power, and the destructive power of the storm formed by violent magic power was not inferior at all. Due to any magic, Mag could only vaguely see a figure crouching on the destroyed messy grass.

"It's Miss Sylvia Cassandra..." Dumbledore looked at the storm in front of him with a serious face. The magic burst of the little wizard cannot be interrupted by other people's magic. There is danger, and there is great harm to those who intervene, but the current situation...

"Do something! Albus Dumbledore!" Snape growled angrily.Of course he also knew the danger of interfering with the explosion of the little wizard's magic power, but didn't he see that Miss Cassandra lying in the middle of the storm was not moving!If there was anyone present who was capable of helping the poor girl, it was Dumbledore, but this old bee stood there and watched!

At this time, a person rushed out from the direction of the Forbidden Forest—Camille, wearing a winter robe, ran over barefoot.

"Miss Camille! Why..." McGonagall screamed.

When Camille heard Professor McGonagall's voice, she turned her head and glanced at her, "I just picked herbs in the Forbidden Forest." She replied briefly, then turned her head to look at the magic storm more than ten feet high, she was stiff She asked, "Where is... Sylvia inside?" Her good eyesight made it easy for her to see the silver hair of the girl lying motionless on the ground in the center of the storm fluttering in the strong wind.

"Yes, Miss Camille, maybe Dumbledore...Miss Camille!!" McGonagall said worriedly, but before she could finish her sentence, Camille turned into a half-wolf and threw off her body. Robe, plunged into the violent storm of magic power.

In the magic storm, Sylvia felt that she was dying. Her slender body couldn't accommodate so much sudden and rapid increase in magic power. The excess magic power began to overflow from her body, and she felt warmth in her nostrils and ears. The liquid flowed out, probably blood. Sylvia was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move a single finger. She vaguely saw the professors surrounding her magic storm with worried faces. She understood the little wizard's The magic riot can only rely on oneself. If that layer of storm is disrupted by other magic, it will cause serious damage to the wizard who cast the spell, let alone rushing in alone. The ones that persist for too long.

The scene in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, and Sylvia felt that her eyelids were so heavy that she wanted to just close them and never open them again.

"Sylvia Cassandra!! Open your eyes!!"

Sylvia frowned, she had just closed her eyes, why was someone calling her, barely opened her eyelids again, a pair of golden eyes came into Sylvia's eyes - it was Camille , came Camille... no!Why did she rush in like this!Sylvia lifted her spirits a little.

"Who told you to close your eyes! You can't stand such a little magic riot! How could the Sylvia I know be so weak!"

Sylvia heard Camille say angrily, and then she felt her body was suddenly pulled up like a fluffy rag doll, and was hugged fiercely into a warm and fluffy embrace.

She smelled a bloody smell, moved, and barely opened her eyes.Camille's half-wolf face was covered with blood, and she could hardly be seen, but Sylvia saw Camille's eyes, which were like burning golden flames.

"Find a way to control your magic power a little bit, you idiot! Aren't you very controlling, hurry up!"

Sylvia's confused head heard Camille's words, she smelled the blood on Camille's body and the faint scent of the fragrance ointment she made for her, she burrowed into Camille's arms with peace of mind, conscious In the blur, she subconsciously tried to regain control of the magic power as Camille said, sorting out the magic power that was messed up by the sudden magic power riot bit by bit.

In the end, Sylvia relied on the idea that the strength of Camille's embrace of her hadn't weakened a little bit, unconsciously sorting out her magic power over and over again.

I don't know how long it has passed, Sylvia felt that it seemed like a lifetime, and gradually she felt that her body no longer felt the pain of imploding, but maybe that was because she was about to *blocked keywords* Maybe... At this time, a warm air flow came into her ear with Camille's soft words, "It's all right, it's over, you can take a rest." And then her hair was blown into her ears. There was a smooth feeling of a hand emitting heat.

This is probably the gentlest time Camille has ever treated her... This was Sylvia's last thought, and as Camille hugged her tightly again, Sylvia quickly fell asleep.

Sylvia fell asleep, but the problems seemed to be increasing.

15 minutes of magic storm, a large piece of grass is uprooted and forget it, it's just a trivial matter.

The problem is that the moment Sylvia's magical storm stops, a creature that "poofs" suddenly appears on the scene... probably a house-elf.

The reason for saying 'probably' is that the height of this elf-like creature with two big ears and a pointed nose, which looks very similar to that of a house-elf is a bit too tall, and the average house-elf is only about 20 or so tall. inches tall, but the elf in front of me in the strict house-elves is probably over 40 inches tall... yes, it's wearing a very vintage butler uniform instead of the embroidered family crest that house-elves usually wear tea towel.

"May I ask who you are?" Dumbledore asked politely first.

"My dear sir, I'm Alger, the steward of the Slytherin family, and I'm here to welcome the head of the house." This Mr. Elf, who looks like a house-elf, showed perfect etiquette, and his calm and calm voice also It's completely different from the elf's thin, excited tone now.

But the few people present didn't have time to observe these at all. They all heard that Mr. Goblin was talking about the 'Slytherin family' and 'the head of the family', and then looked in the direction of Camille and Sylvia.

"You mean...?" Mag's voice trembled.

"Miss Sylvia Slytherin," said the elf named Alger, and bowed deeply to Sylvia who had passed out in Camille's arms.

"Heh!" Camille's sneer broke the silence of the professors, and her golden eyes stared at Alger, who claimed to be the butler, "So the so-called Slytherin family has allowed Sylvia to live on her own for so many years Self-destruction? She's also scared to death of her powers, that's stupid, but that's how you guys do it?! Let her be kicked around in one of those crappy foster homes when it doesn't work, until she shows When a powerful power that meets your standards, you just pop up like this and say that you want her to inherit the bloody Slytherin family?! What a hell! Do you know how much Slytherin's reputation is now in the wizarding world? Poor! Why does Sylvia want to pick up your mess?!"

Alger, the goblin butler, frowned with few hairs on his brows. His tone was puzzled but still respectful: "Alger doesn't quite understand the issue of Slytherin's current reputation. Maybe there is some misunderstanding? The previous Patriarch Salazar After the death of Mr. Slytherin, the Slytherin Manor was completely closed because there was no heir, and Alger fell into a deep sleep. It was just reopened because of the appearance of Miss Sylvia Slytherin on the family tree. wake up together with our manor."

"I remember that Mr. Slytherin has a daughter, about the heir..." Dumbledore raised a little doubt.

Alger nodded and explained, "It's like this. To be the heir of Slytherin needs to meet the rules specified by the ancestors since ancient times, otherwise it cannot be recognized by the family tree. Mr. Slytherin's daughter was not listed at that time. Going up the family tree is not a real heir recognized by the family. She can only inherit the surname according to your human conventions, but that has no meaning for the real Slytherin family. As for the inheritance conditions, that is information belonging to the family. If necessary Understood, it must be told by the head of the family himself."

While Alger was talking, Camille hugged Sylvia sideways and slowly stood up from the ground. Although the black wolf fur on her body could not be seen in the darkness, the blood on her body even made her feel uncomfortable. The long black fur was in knots, and the face of the wolf was covered with cut scars. Even though it looked very embarrassed, Camille's back was still straight, holding Sylvia's half-wolf There was no tremor in the arm.

"Anyway, Sylvia won't go back to the manor with you now, she needs to rest." Camille said coldly, without going to see the professors, she hugged Sylvia and went to the castle. direction to go.