hogwarts rose

Time flies, and amidst the anxiety of countless little lions, Friday will come soon.

"I just hope that Professor Snape won't favor his students as rumored."

Ron sat at the long table and kept stuffing porridge into his mouth, looking a little nervous.

"Two hours of lessons with the Slytherins."

Ron murmured that almost every brother of his had never been courted by Snape, including his serious prefect brother Percy.

At this moment, a large group of owls flew in again with letters in their mouths. Tria never received any letters, and neither did Harry, but this time Hedwig brought Harry a small piece of paper strip.

The handwriting on the note was very scribbled, and Tria wondered if it was scraps of draft paper that Hedwig picked up somewhere in the castle.

But obviously not, because Harry had already excitedly spread the note for her to read.

"Hagrid invited me to tea this afternoon! Want to come?"

Hagrid?The image of the mountain holding the ice cream came to Triya's mind, and she shook her head regretfully.

"I have to take an alchemy class."

Ron was very interested, "Take me, brother."

"Of course!"

……

The Potions classroom was underground, and Tria couldn't help shivering when she walked in with Hermione on her arm.

There are large and small glass jars on the wall of the classroom, which are filled with stuffed animals.

"Is it possible that potions class still needs to use stuffed animals?"

Tria wrinkled her small face. She knew that the Muggle World University had an anatomy class, and the classroom of this potion class was arranged like an anatomy room.

Hermione shook her head,

"It shouldn't be necessary. There is no need for animal specimens in the part we are going to learn."

Hermione had already taught herself the entire school year, so she said this with certainty.

Most of the Slytherin students had already arrived, Tria took Hermione to sit in front of Oncasia and Theodore, and Harry and Ron sat in front of them again.

Draco's location was not far away, but Tria didn't go over to say hello, because Pansy, who had a relationship with her, was sitting behind Draco, staring at her, as if she was about to jump over and bite someone like.

"elder brother."

There was still some time before class, Triya turned and spoke to Oncasia.

"This is for you."

Tria took out the pair of smoky gray rings from her small purse, thought for a while, and handed one to Oncasia and the other to Theodore.

She originally planned to have one with her brother, but the size of the ring was a bit too big for her, and it would be more suitable for a boy.

"I'm learning alchemy with Mr. Nico, this is what he gave me, it can release smoke."

Tria explained, looking at Theodore with some trepidation.

She was a little worried that this indifferent-looking classmate would not accept her small gift, but her brother seemed to have a good relationship with him, and Triya wanted to give him something.

Fortunately, what Triya was worried about did not happen, and Theodore took the ring even faster than Ancasia.

He put the ring on his ring finger, raised his hand and looked at it for a while, then watched Ancasia take the ring and put it on, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Thanks Tria, I love it."

Theodore thanked him sincerely, thinking about the gifts suitable for little girls in Nott's furniture storehouse.

Angcasia was also smiling. He touched Triya's head and praised:

"Tria is awesome, you have to learn from the teacher."

Tria nodded, and turned back to join Hermione in a whisper:

"Is my brother so handsome?"

"Theodore Knott, too."

The muffled sound of the door being pushed open interrupted the chat between the two of them. Triya looked back and saw a somewhat familiar figure wrapped in a black robe walking from the back of the classroom.

The man walked quickly, and the large black robe was thrown out in a neat arc, followed by a sense of oppression that cannot be ignored.

So he was Professor Snape?

At first glance, he is not the kind of kind teacher.

Snape, who was not very friendly, picked up the roster and called the names as soon as he got on the podium.

……

"Tria Black."

Snape glanced lightly over the obedient little girl with her hands raised, and then looked back.

Tsk, that brat who was talking nonsense in the auditorium on the first day of school.

It's also stupid to look at.

Tria, who was enjoying the class, didn't know that Professor Snape on the stage had labeled her a little idiot, and she was still listening carefully to Snape's roll call.

"Harry Potter."

This professor seemed to be particularly unfriendly to Harry, Tria looked at Snape's eyes towards Harry, deep, with a bit of sarcasm.

"Our most famous person."

Most of the students in Slytherin laughed unabashedly, and Triya pursed her lips. Do all Slytherin people have bad mouths?

After quickly finishing the roll call, Snape gently put down the quill. His eyes were deep, and his eyes flicked across everyone. When he spoke, his voice was firm and majestic:

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not really understand the magic of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred. Magic...I can teach you how to raise your reputation, brew glory, even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've been dealing with so often."

Tria almost felt her heart beating uncontrollably in her left chest, her voice was heavy, as if infected by Snape's words, she was full of longing for that kind of beauty.

At this moment, she believed even more than Snape himself in the great power that potions could bestow on human beings.

In any case, Professor Snape must be a respectable person with real talents and knowledge.

Tria thought firmly, but Snape's next blatant aim at Harry made her nascent admiration falter.

Harry, have you ever dug the grave of the professor's family?

Tria threw dried nettles into the cauldron inexplicably, and listened to Professor Snape standing beside him affirming Uncasia and Draco's operation, and then sarcastically saying that Harry was unsightly Ugly operation.

Suddenly, she saw a puff of green smoke coming out of the narrator, Neville and Seamus' cauldron was burned into a shapeless metal somehow, the potion in the cauldron was sprinkled on the slate floor, and the surrounding students screamed. He screamed and jumped on the stool, and Neville was the worst. He was splashed with the potion, causing him to be covered with red boils, which hurt very much at first sight.

"idiot!"