hogwarts rose

This was Tria's second night at Hogwarts.

Today's homework was finished while chatting with Hermione in the lounge, so she sat leisurely at the small desk after washing up.

Tria decided to try brewing the potion herself.

I heard that the professor of Potions class is the strictest among all the professors, and he is also the head of Slytherin, especially for the little wizards of Gryffindor.

Tria was a little worried. When she tried to make potions at home, she was always brought by her brother, so she was not sure if her potions were good enough to deal with the strict potions master.

"Dried nettles, snake fangs, tentacled slugs, porcupine quills..."

Triya muttered in a low voice, and found her small cauldron and some potion ingredients that Ancasia had stockpiled from the box, and placed them on the table one by one.

Above the table was a potion book spread out, and Tria cast a levitating spell so that she could see the contents of the book at any time.

"grinding……"

Triya took a knife and ground the snake's teeth into powder little by little. The slimy slug was still steaming in the small pot next to it.

After all the preparatory work was done, Triya set up the crucible and put in the ingredients in the recipe one by one.

What she wants to do is a potion for treating boils. This potion is very simple to make, and there is nothing special except for a few small precautions.

Tria's production process went very smoothly.

When she was about to release the porcupine quills, she suddenly felt a pair of eyes looking at her from behind.

She knew that this step was the most dangerous step in the whole production process, and Ancasia had warned her during the production that if she put the porcupine quills in without removing the pot from the fire, it would have dire consequences.

But Triya really felt that there was an obvious wave behind her, and it was getting closer and closer.

Forced to keep the cauldron away from the flame, and quickly put the porcupine quills in, Triya turned around sharply, still holding the cauldron in her hand.

She figured it out, if there was really a malicious person standing behind her, she would pour a whole pot of steaming potion on the other person's face.

However, there was no one behind Triya, only a small ball of paper fell on the ground.

Am I feeling wrong?

Triya thought suspiciously, and continued to stir the cauldron with her hand. She didn't come back to herself until a pink smoke rose from the cauldron.

The boil potion was successfully crafted.

Tria put down the cauldron and picked up the wad of paper that fell on the floor instead.

This is an old piece of parchment, and it is still a little yellowed, but it is surprisingly strong.

Triya carefully placed the ball of paper on the table, trying to flatten it to see if there was any writing on it, but she couldn't spread it out.

The small paper balls have very good toughness. Just after one side was flattened, the other side rolled up again.

After repeated several times, it was still a paper dumpling.

Triya really realized it was strange now, she never threw paper balls at all, how could such a thing appear in the dormitory?

While Triya was thinking, the little ball of paper moved secretly. It stretched a part of itself, but quickly retracted.

At the same time, an immature voice like a child appeared in Triya's mind.

"Ouch."

The sound is inaudible, but Tria can guarantee that this is the sound made by the little paper ball.

She vigilantly took out her wand from her pocket, pointed at the ball of paper that was pretending to be dead again, and asked sharply:

"What the hell are you?"

The little paper ball didn't intend to move at first, but seeing Triya holding her wand for several minutes and not putting it down, she seemed to be deadlocked with it forever.

It compromises.

The small ball of paper twisted and twisted, and it was very difficult to use the folds of the paper to fold it into two short tentacles, let's call it legs, and then used the same method to fold a pair of hands and a strange round head for myself.

"I'm not a thing, I'm Hogwarts."

There is no mouth or other organs on the head of the little paper ball, and its voice is more like a consciousness, directly appearing in Triya's mind.

Tria froze, her hand shaking her wand.

Didn't she see that a certain form of Hogwarts in the book is a small paper ball?

"Hogwarts is supposed to be a castle?"

Tria poked the small body made out of the small ball of paper with her wand, almost knocking it over.

"Why are you a little paper dumpling?"

The little Zhituanzi rubbed his head, as if he was very uncomfortable with his body.

After rubbing for a while, Xiaotuanzi gave up struggling, and Triya saw a group of bright white halos flying out of the small paper ball, while the little paper ball lay motionless on the table, returning to normal sheepskin. Paper ball.

"I'm just a little castle consciousness."

The child's voice appeared in Tria's mind again, and the halo flying from the paper ball also began to slowly fly around her.

"Your soul tastes great."

The child's voice was a little joyful, but Triya's heart was instantly alarmed:

Could it be that this little dumpling came to devour her soul?

Tria didn't express this thought, she just clenched her wand a little tighter, wondering how she would escape if the little ball of light suddenly sucked her soul.

The little light group didn't realize that Triya was already thinking about how to escape, it just continued to introduce itself to her honestly.

"I've been sleeping for a long, long time, and I'm very tired and sleepy every day. The magic of the castle has to be used to keep other more important parts running, and it's not enough to keep me awake until you come to Hogwarts I just feel more refreshed."

"Tria's soul is really special."

The little light group cuddled up to Triya's fingertips intimately, with a cheerful, direct and sincere tone.

"I can feel that as long as I stay by Triya's side, there will be a steady stream of magic power running into my body!"

Triya believed that the little paper dumpling had no malice towards her, but she really couldn't understand what was so special about her soul.

Maybe I should ask the professors what's going on here.

Tria took back her wand and decided to show the professor the little light ball with her in class the next day.

"Well, what should I call you? Hogwarts?"

Tria sat back at the table again, the boil potion she had made hadn't been cleaned up yet.

The little ball of light also flew back onto the table, and it got into the little paper ball again, rubbing its head.

"I have a name, Rhys. Does it sound good? Helga got it for me."

Reese moved the small arms and legs of the paper ball, trying to adapt himself.

Triya poured the potion into the small glass bottle and asked curiously:

"Herga Hufflepuff?"

"Ah."

"Why did you get into the little ball of paper?"

Triya was puzzled, the light dumpling was obviously much more flexible than the paper dumpling.

"Because I want to find a suitable body for myself. This paper dumpling is the simplest version. I will definitely make a better one!"

Reese worked hard to make his left and right sides of the body more symmetrical.

"With a body, I can eat. Helga always prepared delicious food for me before."