hogwarts rose

Tria's first day at Hogwarts started off well.

She woke up early, washed and tidied herself up, changed into the Gryffindor wizard robe embroidered with gold and red trim, and went to the auditorium.

Tria had a good sense of direction, and she would never forget the way she walked once. Fortunately, those fickle stairs in Percy's mouth did not intend to play tricks on her, allowing her to reach the auditorium smoothly.

There were not many people in the auditorium, and there was only a familiar little witch sitting on the long table of Gryffindor.

Tria was sure that she was also a freshman this year, because this little witch performed very well during the sorting yesterday.

Triya walked over and naturally sat down opposite the little witch.

She was holding a "Basic Transfiguration Guide" and reading it, turning the pages quickly, holding a spoon in one hand, and feeding herself a mouthful of porridge from time to time.

"Good morning."

Tria said, taking a bit of bread with strawberry jam for herself, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The little witch raised her head in surprise, and then regained her composure.

She closed the thick textbook and answered politely.

"Good morning."

Triya smiled, and continued to nibble on the bread. The bread was toasted very fragrant, and it was mixed with sweet and sour jam, which she liked very much.

The little witch also pushed the book aside and concentrated on eating her porridge.

After a few bites, she spoke to Tria.

"I know you, Tria Black. I kept an eye on you at the sorting ceremony yesterday. You sat on stage for at least three minutes."

Tria didn't find it strange. There were not many first-year freshmen, and there were only a dozen girls in Gryffindor. Yesterday's dinner was enough to leave an impression.

Coincidentally, she also remembered the name of the witch in front of her, so she responded playfully:

"I know you too, Hermione Granger. You recited at least 20 spells yesterday before sorting, and I heard them all."

Hermione was a little embarrassed, but soon showed concern.

"Neither my parents knew magic, and I didn't know about magic until I got that letter. Obviously, I'm going to be the bottom batch at Hogwarts, and I have to study hard. What about you? You Have you learned magic before?"

Tria just started to think about grades, so she also became worried. The delicious bread in her mouth suddenly became dry, and Tria poured herself a glass of orange juice.

"Oh, me and my brother are like you, we've been living in the Muggle world. You're right."

Triya frowned and took a gulp of orange juice.

"You're right. I'm sure newcomers to wizarding families must already know a lot of spells. They've learned 11 years more than us!"

Hearing this, Hermione, who was already very disturbed, seemed even more anxious. She picked up the "Basic Transformation Guide" again and flipped through it.

"There is a transformation class this morning. Although I have memorized the textbook, maybe the professor will talk about something that is not in the book."

Triya's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Have you memorized the whole book? My God!"

Hermione nodded, with a little pride in her tone:

"I memorized all the textbooks, and I also tried some interesting magic during the summer vacation, and they were all successful."

Tria began to wonder if Hermione was showing off, her small face wrinkled into a bun.

"Oh Hermione, you shouldn't worry about anything anymore. I've tried those little magic tricks, but I can't recite anything in the book at all. I'm sure the professor's lectures won't trouble you."

Tria has never heard of anyone who memorizes all the textbooks before school starts, that's too outrageous, isn't it?

"But I'm not worried about failing the exam. My brother is very good. He can definitely learn everything and teach me."

She swallowed the last morsel of the bread and began to concentrate on drinking orange juice.

Hermione, who was flipping through the book, became interested.

"Is your brother good at studying? Why didn't he come to the auditorium with you."

She stopped turning the pages of the book, and stared closely at Triya who was drinking orange juice, her eyes seemed to have a little burning desire to win.

Triya almost choked on a mouthful of orange juice, she coughed twice in a bit of embarrassment, and replied.

"My brother is always the best, but he's been sorted into Slytherin, and I don't know when he'll be in the Great Hall."

"yes."

Hearing the phrase "the best", Hermione was obviously not convinced, but she didn't refute, instead she asked hesitantly.

"Did you know, about Slytherin, many people say that all the people in this house are dark wizards."

Tria was a little upset, but Hermione's expression was very serious, and she must have said this out of concern rather than belittlement.

"I know, but I don't believe it."

She shrugged, her nonchalant look instantly made Hermione anxious.

"It's true, I also..."

"Trust me Hermione! Those must be misunderstandings."

Tria interrupted Hermione seriously.

"Slytherins are not necessarily all dark wizards. The things in the books are not necessarily correct, and the credibility of what others say is even lower. We should always find out what a person is before making a conclusion. The academy can't decide what .At least, it is absolutely impossible for my brother to be a sinister, profit-seeking person as they say."

Hermione muttered, as if she wanted to refute, but she gave up seeing Tria's firm look.

She changed the subject in a timely manner.

"Maybe we can go to the classroom together, it's almost time for class."

Just as she was saying this, a figure walked behind Triya, leaving behind a soft "hum", as if disdainful.

Triya turned her head to look suspiciously, and saw a tall figure wrapped in a large black robe from the back.

I don't know them, so they shouldn't be laughing at them, Tria turned her head back hesitantly, she nodded to Hermione, and drank the last sip of orange juice.

"Let's go."

———Boundary———

The courses at Hogwarts were more interesting than Tria imagined. After the first day of study, Tria and Hermione gave Gryffindor a full 10 points.

This also made the two outstanding little witches realize that it seems that those students who were born in wizard families have not learned anything in the past 11 years.

Tria was in a good mood all day because of this incident, until she ran into Draco in the auditorium at dinner.

Draco was with his two minions: Goyle and Crabbe, and Uncasia wasn't with them.

When Tria arrived at the auditorium, she happened to meet Draco coming out. She wanted to say hello to him, but Draco didn't even look at her, and deliberately turned his face away, viciously " Humph" and left.

Draco seemed to get angry very easily, Tria thought helplessly.

Although Draco had expressed his dislike for Gryffindor before, Tria did not expect that entering Gryffindor by herself would make him so angry.

"Hey."

Think of a way to coax Draco in two days, who made himself a reckless and impulsive "stupid lion" by not listening to him?

Tria, who had made up her mind, walked into the auditorium with Hermione on her arm without any psychological burden, leaving behind her platinum head with itchy teeth that stopped at a corner behind her.