hogwarts rose

It is not known what Harry did to investigate Tria in the later period. For a long time, she followed Nicole Flamel to study alchemy day and night.

Nico, who had stayed in Hogwarts for so long, began to miss his wife. He decided to guide Tria to make a suitable body as soon as possible, and then go back to accompany his wife.

In this way, Triya spent all her time learning alchemy, except for eating and sleeping in class, and doing 50 mini head soaking spells every day.

Oh, by the way, the mini bubble head curse has its own official name, "vampire".

As for the reason, the Weasley twins who named it said: Probably because vampires are afraid of garlic.

Reese's first body was a slightly sloppy puppet.

This puppet was made by Tria out of pineapple trees. This kind of wood has no resistance to creative use. Tria didn’t feel any hindrance when shaping it with magic power, and even the pineapple wood fits well into better fit shape.

"It doesn't feel bad."

Reese finally broke away from the body made of parchment, he controlled the puppet, and felt that the pineapple wood was extremely welcoming to his will.

He moved his hands and feet from time to time, touched his stomach and so on, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Can bear more energy, but there is no digestive system."

Reese still has some regrets, but he is in a good state now. At least he doesn't have to stay with Tria all the time. The energy stored in this body is enough for him to spend a day and a night outside.

"Well done Tria!"

Nicole Flamel looked happier than Reese, clapping his hands and watching the little doll move on the table.

"Adding a more complete system to him is not something that can be done in a short period of time. You have to study hard while I'm away, so that when we meet next time, Reese can already eat by himself."

Nicole Flamel patted Tria's head and handed her another velvet box.

"Appreciate the teacher's gift, I'm leaving, if you don't go home again, your teacher's wife will definitely be angry."

Nicole Flamel is too old for teleportation, let alone Apparation, Portkey,

After bidding farewell to Triya, he boarded a strange flying car, probably also a product of alchemy.

Triya waved her hand in the direction where the flying car disappeared, and the old man with white beard beside her patted her on the shoulder.

"Good boy, you should go find him next time we meet. This old guy's bones will probably fall apart in such a car ride."

"Ah."

Dumbledore accompanied Tria to bid farewell to her old friend and sent her back to Gryffindor's tower.

It is also from now on that Triya's study life is back on track.

Tria, who returned to Gryffindor, fell asleep and slept for more than ten hours straight. Before the puppet was made, she didn't close her eyes for almost a whole day, so as not to delay the teacher's return date.

When he woke up, Reese was rarely around. With a normal body, he was probably patrolling somewhere in the castle.

During this period of time, almost every Hogwarts student got to know this incarnation of the will of the castle, respecting and liking him.

"Good morning, Tria."

By the time Tria arrived at the Great Hall, Hermione had been there for a long time.

"Good morning, Hermione~"

Tria was sore from sleeping too long, and at the same time she was very hungry, because she went to bed without dinner yesterday.

She could probably eat a cow now.

"Don't forget, we have flying lessons this afternoon."

It was only then that Tria noticed the difference in Hermione. She was flipping through a copy of "The Magical Quidditch Ball" in her arms.

A few days ago, an announcement had been posted in the Gryffindor common room that they would have a flying lesson every Thursday with Slytherin.

Tria admitted that she had forgotten about it.

Hermione was extremely nervous, probably because flying skills are not a skill that can be mastered just by reading books.

She was still reading the contents of the book silently until Harry and the others came to eat.

The afternoon flight lesson arrived as scheduled amidst the anticipation or nervousness of the crowd. Tria hadn't chatted with her brother for a long time, so she mixed into the crowd of Slytherins and stood next to Oncasia.

The flying instructor was Ms. Hooch, who had short gray hair and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick!"

She seems to be impatient, and her tone of voice is very decisive, and people will follow suit unconsciously.

The brooms provided by the school were inferior to the brooms that Triya used to clean in her primary school. The branches were protruding and slanted to the right, which looked weather-beaten.

"Put your right hand over the handle of the broom and say, 'Get up!'"

"stand up!"

Everyone yelled, but the brooms responded in their own way.

Tria, Harry and Draco's brooms jumped into their hands immediately, especially Tria's, which was very obedient.

Uncasia and Hermione's brooms rolled around on the ground, while Neville's brooms remained motionless.

After Ms. Huo Qi finished correcting everyone's movements, she finally allowed the students to fly up and try.

Triya flew extremely smoothly, and the broom was like her little pet, extremely obedient.

And Neville's broom is like a control group, full of rebellion. It supports the panicked Neville, jumping up and down in the air, which is more difficult to control than the fireworks in Chinatown.

"Stop, boy!"

Ms Hooch's expression seemed as panicked as Neville's.

But obviously it didn't work. By the time Tria caught her attention, the broom was ready to throw Neville out.

"do not move!"

Tria yelled, and the broom flew to Neville at her will.

As if hearing her voice, the rebellious broom hesitated for a moment, and the few seconds it was in the air were enough for Tria to rush over.

She tore Neville off the broom like a robbery, hung on to her own and flew off.

"He passed out."

Ms. Hooch leaned over and picked Neville up without any difficulty.

"I'll take this child to the hospital, none of you are allowed to move!"

Ms. Hooch left them a word of warning, picked up Neville and left.

On the grass, a ball filled with smoke fell on it.

"what is this?"

Tria picked up the ball, the transparent glass glistening in the sun.

Ron answered her:

"A memory ball sent to him by Neville's grandmother."

"Tria, you were so handsome just now."

A group of students gathered around, including Slytherin's.

"You fly so fast!"

While everyone was still scrambling to praise Tria, a little dragon with a platinum head squeezed in.

He took the round memory ball from Tria's hand, evoking a malicious smile.

"Potter, do you want to fly around?"