hogwarts rose

Tria was still a little dazed when she walked out of the principal's office.

Because just now, I had the greatest alchemist in the world as my teacher.

When Tria suggested that Reese wanted a suitable body for eating, Nicole Flamel did not help make a small doll with alchemy as she expected, but directly decided to ask Tria Be his apprentice, and then find a way to make a body for Reese.

For this result, Triya is naturally [-]% willing, but she just wants to wrong Risto to make do with the paper ball for a while.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was about 10 minutes away. After a "fierce" ideological struggle, Tria happily decided to sit in the auditorium for a while.

Anyway, it's not bad for 10 minutes.

There are not many people in the auditorium, because it is not meal time, and only some students who have no classes will sit here and chat.

Coincidentally, almost every Slytherin Tria knew was here.

"elder brother!"

Triya shouted happily, and trotted all the way to sit next to her brother.

There was no place here, but Theodore moved it to the side very thoughtfully, and made a small space for Tria between him and Oncasia.

"Why didn't you go to class?"

Oncasia stuffed a glass of milk into Tria's hand, but she didn't know how to preserve it, and it was still steaming.

"I just went to the principal's office and found myself an alchemy teacher!"

Triya took the milk and held it, winking at her brother mysteriously.

"good."

Ancasia didn't ask too much, and habitually smoothed Tria's hair.

The platinum-haired boy sitting diagonally opposite had already secretly glanced in this direction several times. Seeing that Tria was busy chatting with Angkasia without even looking at him, the young master let out a heavy "hum".

Tria looked over suspiciously, but Draco turned his head violently in the direction of Goyle next to him, and refused to look at her.

"Are you still angry, Draco."

In fact, Tria hasn't figured out how to coax Draco, but since I met him today, maybe I don't need to coax him by asking directly?

Draco turned his head viciously, glaring at Tria.

As if a small volcano that had been suppressed for a long time was finally about to erupt, he slammed his fist on the table hard.

"Whoever allowed you to go to Gryffindor, I told you a long time ago that they are a bunch of stupid lions."

The young master gritted his teeth every word, as if he wanted to steal the Sorting Hat from the principal's office and beat him up.

Triya shrank her neck, not knowing how to answer, she took a sip of milk nervously, and turned to her brother beside her for help.

"What is there to be angry about?"

Suddenly, just as Ancasia sighed and was about to help Tria answer, a high-pitched female voice sounded.

It was a girl with short hair who was sitting not far from Draco.

Triya looked at her almost gratefully, but the second half of the girl's sentence was not so friendly.

"Sorted into Gryffindor means she's a born idiot too, and you can't expect her to be in Slytherin like that."

Triya was stunned. This was the first time in her life that someone pointed at her nose and taunted her like this. She almost shed tears instantly.

"Do you want to fight you bad mouth!"

Tria pushed away the milk glass and quickly drew out her wand.

"If you don't want to try a few curses, you'd better apologize to me immediately!"

Oncasia glanced at the high-spirited short-haired girl next to Draco, but didn't remember to express his opinion. He looked at Tria next to him with tears in her eyes and an angry look.

It was also the first time he saw Triya arguing with another girl, which was pretty cute.

"Don't wield that little stick you paid so much for, idiot, I bet you can't cast a single spell."

The short-haired girl rolled her extremely standard eyes, with a look of disdain and meanness.

"Pansy Parkinson, you're not here to speak."

Draco was a little annoyed. Although he was angry, he didn't want to make Tria cry.

After being scolded, Panxi became even more energetic. She stood up abruptly, and dropped the cup in her hand to the ground.

she screamed:

"Are you defending this Gryffindor, Draco? It's just a bit good-looking. A bastard with unknown parents doesn't deserve to sit at the same table with us!"

Oncasia's face had completely sunk, but Tria moved faster than her.

"You should wash your mouth well! Smelly poodle!"

The corners of Tria's eyes were flushed with anger, and she swung her wand at an extremely fast speed, a combo of tickling spells and Tarantella dancing straight towards Pansy.

"See if I can cast a spell!"

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Pan Xi staggered out of his seat.

Red rashes slowly appeared one after another on her exposed skin, which seemed to be extremely itchy. Pan Xi couldn't help writhing her whole body, scratching with both hands desperately, almost leaving an afterimage.

At the same time, her legs danced awkwardly uncontrollably, making Pansy dizzy as she moved and turned.

"Stop! Stop!"

She kept screaming and bumped into a student or two from time to time.

"You must apologize!"

Tria, like a menacing goddess of war, stood ready with her wand in hand.

"sorry!"

Pan Xi admitted her mistake so quickly that Tria couldn't react, but she still gave Pan Xi a solution to the curse in a very reasonable way.

Pansy, who suddenly stopped dancing, fell down with a "bang". At this time, almost all the students in the auditorium were paying attention to the movement here, and there were even a few who watched the excitement standing not too far away She gloated at Pansy.

Pansy, who gradually regained her senses, felt all kinds of gazes around her, and she glared at Tria viciously:

"You will pay for it!"

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly got up and ran.

"Brother~"

After Pansy's figure disappeared from Tria's vision, she put down the wand she was holding high, as if realizing that she had just done something extraordinary.

Triya hugged Ancasia with guilt and aggrievedness, tears streaming down her face.

"She scolded me."

Tria complained in a low voice, her whole head was buried on Oncasia's shoulder, she didn't dare to look at the eyes of the people around her, so she kept seeking comfort from her brother.

Oncasia patted his sister's head lightly, and squinted his eyes at Pansy's original seat.

"It's okay, you fought back very well."

Ancasia comforted, and at the same time, he did not forget to ask Theodore beside him for help.

Theodore, who has always been silent, thought for a while, and continued to comfort him:

"Don't worry about Pansy, she's out of her mind."