Vio was silent in the room for a few more days, and Sigoness saw it as a good omen—she thought that the day she knew the whereabouts of the Mirror of Eris, Vio would make an excuse to visit Malfoy's house. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

If she did, Sigoness would have planned to return the Mirror of Eris to Dumbledore. Vio's unusual stay in the room showed Sigoness her self-control, and perhaps the mirror was something she wanted to have out of sheer curiosity.

Vio had no idea that her aunt was so well-intentioned to correct her "addiction" to the Mirror of Eris. She stayed in her room purely because she had made a new discovery.

That day, as Aunt Sigoness left the room, Vio casually looked up at the mural on the ceiling—there were many slender angels with beautiful faces, with a halo like life number one on their heads, and a huge golden dragon with a smile and a groan. In addition to the angels, the golden dragon's thick scale-clad toes are also surrounded by countless elves, dwarves, and magical beasts.

At that time, Vio was shocked and stared blankly, not even knowing when Aunt Sigoness had gone out.

The ceiling of her room, which is clearly a normal baroque style of plastering and carving during the day, can reflect the night sky outside at night, how could it suddenly become a golden dragon surrounded by angels?

In particular, the dragon's eyes were also golden, calmly looking into the void, but still exuding supreme majesty. But the depiction of the dragon's head is particularly hazy, with a few clouds floating on it, as well as the body. The texture of the faint floating in the air makes the image of the golden dragon vivid and lifelike, as if it could break through the wall at any time.

Vio observed for a long time, but the dragon did not change at all, and the ceiling did not change to its original state. Vio wanted to ask Sigoness what was going on, but then she gave up - she remembered that her aunt had followed her gaze at the ceiling before leaving the door, but said nothing, either she couldn't see the change in the ceiling at all, or the room itself could do it.

With the experience of communicating with Danae before, VIO excitedly moved the printed armchair next to the table, and then sat on it, holding the armrest steadily.

She pointed to the foot of the chair and cast an elongation spell, and the cylindrical chair legs soon sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and rushed towards the ceiling, and the vio sitting on the chair soon reached the slender white legs of an angel relief on the mural.

She raised her head, the golden dragon was close in front of her, and the realistic protruding eyes revealed a more real coercion.

But VIO didn't find it scary at all, this dragon was not a Western dragon in the ordinary sense, but a Chinese dragon with two horns and a long dragon beard. As a child, she had seen stories of dragons in various mythological stories.

After a closer look, VIO found nothing.

Over the next few days, she persevered in lowering the legs of her chair, approaching the ceiling again and again, imprinting everything in the mural in her mind, including where the hem of each female angel's relief dress began to flutter, revealing her long legs of the same color, the direction of the muscles on the arms of each male angel, and the gestures, expressions, and eye colors of the dwarfs and elves・・・・・・

But none of this happened - she touched every corner of the mural by chance...... VIO is already on the verge of madness.

What's the point of the ceiling being like this?!

Vio jumped onto his chair in a fit of frustration, shifting from sitting upright with his head back to half-squatting with his hands on his cheeks.

She stared into the dragon's eyes, not blinking, until the tears were about to fall—eh, the color of the dragon's eyes seemed to light a little?

She quickly rubbed her eyes, and then widened her eyes to look.

"Knock, knock. "There was a knock on the door outside.

"Vio, open the door, sweetheart, it's time to eat with us. Madame Sontrell's voice sounded faintly outside the door, "You haven't spoken to us in more than three words in days. Are you in there? Then I'm coming in・・・・・・"

Come in, come in, and see her squatting alone in a chair that grew to the height of the room, blowing her beard and glaring at the ceiling? God, if Mrs. Sontrell had seen this, she would have thought she was crazy. Vio heard the sound of Mrs. Santriel turning the doorknob and stood up in desperation, "Eh!" her head slammed into the ceiling, and the impact made Vio's eyes dark, and she lost her balance and fell out of her chair.

In a panic, VIO instinctively slid his arms in an attempt to grab something outside of his body to stabilize his balance, and then he really let her catch it!

She smoothly grasped two carrot-like things, one in each hand, just the right size for the palm of her hand.

It's just that the chair was also kicked to the ground by her.

When his vision was clear again and his eyes were no longer black, Vio found himself hanging from the ceiling. She looked down at her hand—the two "carrots" she was holding turned out to be the tips of the golden dragon's two long tentacles. At this moment, the golden dragon's head became clear, and the white clouds floating on its face disappeared at some point.

The huge dragon's mouth opened slightly, and the two dragon teeth on the side grew to the jaw like a vampire, and with a crisp "click", the dragon's mouth instantly opened and closed, and spit out a glittering thing - falling to the ground.

At the same time, Mrs. Santrill uses a spell to open the locked door of Vio's room.

Vio looked in the direction of the door and saw Lady Sontrell with her wand hanging at her side with one hand and her mouth with the other, and Vio's expression was full of surprise.

"Hi Mom," Vio struggled to squeeze out a pleasant smile, "I- I'm exercising, yes, pull-ups ・・・・・・ with this exercise."

"Landed safely. Lady Sontrell didn't wait for her to finish, but raised her wand and pointed it at her and chanted the descent spell.

Vio immediately felt a steady flow of air holding her up, and she let go of her grip on the dragon's whiskers and slowly descended to the ground with the current.

Mrs. Sontrell walked briskly up and hugged her again—in the same way she would have squeezed into her ribs.

This is truly a silent punishment. Vio thought with his face buried in Madame Santrim's chest.

Her legs moved, kicking the long-legged chair that had fallen to the ground, wondering how to explain it this time to make it seem normal. She felt that Vio, who hadn't traveled through the previous Vio before, would not have come up with so many inexplicable tricks for no reason, and the Santrielles would definitely be able to detect the change in her personality.

It took an unknown amount of time for Mrs. Sontrell to let go of Vio, and her beautiful apricot pit looked at her with a full of worry.

"You're getting naughty vio, no wonder you won't let me into the room, what are you doing climbing up the ceiling?"

"I'm ・・・・・・" Vio blinked, and said the most plausible lie she could think of, "yes, Mom・・・・・・ you know, I have a friend, Harry Potter from Gryffindor, who is on the Quidditch team, and once I saw him in a game - the pose of flying down from the sky like an eagle was handsome, so I thought ・・・・・・ "In order to create a sincere, Feeling apologetic, Vio's voice faded away, leaving plenty of room for Mrs. Santrill to imagine.

"Ah, that's ・・・・・・" The worry on Lady Santrim's face vanished, she let out a sigh of relief, stroked Vio's head, and said softly, "You like that boy, so you want to join the Slytherin team too, and have more of a common language with him・・・・・・?"

Vio's head exploded, and she couldn't hear anything else Madame Sontrell was saying.

・・・・・・No, no, there must have been something wrong with the way she expressed it, so that Mrs. Sontrell could have that deadly association. But wouldn't the right way to follow what she had just said been: so Vio thought it would be nice if she could be as good as Harry, so she locked herself in her room and secretly practiced, hoping that one day she would be able to practice an equally skillful and handsome Harrier turning over and then ride a broomstick through the air in a bang?

"・・・・・・Don't worry, sweetheart, your dad and I will help you get your wish - to join the Slytherin Quidditch team. Mrs. Sontrell finally said, "But the thing of grabbing a chair to the ceiling and jumping off must not happen again, okay?"