hogwarts rose

The next day, before Tria could figure out when to talk to the principal about Reese, the old man with the white beard approached her.

When she just walked into the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the professor who was wrapped in a big turban and smelled of garlic approached her, and stammered:

"Deng...Professor Dumbledore...Professor is looking for you. His...his office...is...on the eighth floor of the castle. There is a gargoyle at the entrance. The...password is Sour... bursting... popping sugar."

Tria had to admit that she was extremely grateful when she heard the news.

Although she had heard that Professor Quirrell was a very boring weirdo, meeting her today shattered her worst fantasy about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Maybe I have to find a way to skip class more often in the future.

Triya, who was extremely sensitive to smells, almost held her breath and thanked Quirrell, then turned and ran towards her free place, the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"That person was weird just now."

During the run, Reese, the paper ball, popped a head out of Tria's pocket.

"There are two different soul smells on him, and one of them stinks to death."

Reese's paper-made simple facial features were almost twisted together, he wobbled out of Tria's pocket, and climbed onto her shoulder along the folds of the cloak.

"You are still the most fragrant."

Reese grabbed a strand of hair on the side of Tria's ear, moved closer and took a few strong sniffs.

Tria slowed her pace, reaching out a hand to catch Reese from falling.

"Why are there two soul flavors?"

Reese shrugged his small shoulders, "It may be that the soul is injured, or it may be parasitized. Or maybe it is a curse or something."

There are too many unknown soul magics in the wizarding world, even Reese, who has lived for a long time, doesn't know everything.

Triya frowned even tighter, it didn't sound like these were good symptoms.

"Wait and ask Headmaster Dumbledore."

When Tria finally walked into the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was already sitting there waiting.

But what was strange was that he was not the only one in the office. There was also an older looking gentleman sitting in a comfortable armchair next to him, playing with a beautiful ruby ​​in his hand, and looking at Tria with a smile.

Tria was sure that she had never seen this old gentleman at the opening dinner. She suppressed her inner doubts and politely greeted the two gentle grandpas.

Rhys had slid back into her pocket a second before she stepped into the office, perhaps because she sensed that Headmaster Dumbledore was not alone in the room.

"Good morning, Miss Black."

The old headmaster waved his finger, and a book on the bookcase flew down, turning into a beautiful small armchair, and stopped behind Triya.

After thanking Triya, she sat down and waited quietly to hear why Dumbledore was looking for her.

"I'm looking for you this time because of my old friend, Nicole Flamel."

The old gentleman sitting on the side nodded and smiled very gently.

"Little friend, you have unparalleled power."

This sentence was actually a bit abrupt, Triya tilted her head in doubt.

"Just yesterday, the moment you came to this castle, almost all the magical creations in the entire castle were greatly affected."

The old gentleman Nicole Flamel stroked the ruby ​​in his hand with his fingers, and continued,

"Especially this little thing in my hand, maybe you've heard of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Tria couldn't help nodding, and the memory of Nicole Flamel that she had read in the book came to mind.

"Its reaction is the strongest. A few days ago, I lent it to your old headmaster. So when it went wrong, Dumbledore came to me."

Nick Flamel handed the Philosopher's Stone to Tria, and it shone faintly in Tria's small palm, but before Tria could feel it carefully, Reese couldn't bear it. She got out of Tria's pocket, kicking poor Philosopher's Stone to the floor with a whirlwind leg.

"Race!"

Triya was startled, and quickly bent down to pick up the Philosopher's Stone.

Before she could apologize, Dumbledore stood up, went around the desk, walked to Tria, changed a chair for himself and sat down, with a shocked expression on his face, while trying to reach out and touch the paper Tuanzi's head, but was slapped away by Reese.

"The name Reese, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Dumbledore looked at Reese with great interest. Although he barely restrained himself from touching it, he had already scanned Reese back and forth with his eyes.

Nicole Flamel also moved closer, admiring in a low voice:

"It's amazing, I haven't seen such an alchemy product before."

Seeing this, Tria hurriedly explained, "Reese said that he is the consciousness of Hogwarts Castle. He had been asleep for a long time before and only found me last night."

Hearing this, Dumbledore seemed to think of something, and strode towards the huge bookcase beside him. He opened his arms, and a thick magic power swept towards the books on the shelf. A book was brought down from the first shelf.

The book looks very dated, but it's been well preserved.

Dumbledore turned the pages carefully, found a page and read it aloud.

"Race, a spirit naturally produced by Hogwarts."

Nicole Flamel also seemed to remember something, and looked at Reese with more eagerness.

"The only naturally occurring spirit being known so far, fell into a deep sleep 800 years ago because it could not find a source of energy."

According to records, Reese is the will that Hogwarts was born 900 years ago, but people at that time did not find energy that could be absorbed by Reese. Influence.So after the energy he possessed was exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep.

"It seems that the energy Reese needs is related to Little Triya."

Nicole Flamel pondered, and took back the Philosopher's Stone from Tria.

"The Sorcerer's Stone also told me that Triya's body contains huge energy, as long as she gets close, she can continuously empower all alchemy products."

"Maybe it has something to do with the soul?"

Tria guessed, "Reese said my soul smells good."

Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel looked at each other, and the two old men smiled at the same time.

"It seems that this is your talent, dear Miss Tria."