hogwarts rose

"What on earth is Dumbledore thinking?"

Ron couldn't breathe well. After entering the lounge, he couldn't even wait to move to the sofa, and sat down on the floor.

"Why should such a thing be locked in the school!"

Neville was dumbfounded, he was stuck in place, maybe it would be better for him to sleep in the corridor for the night.

After Hermione calmed down, she almost went crazy with anger:

"I'm really dazed to stay with you guys!"

She glared angrily:

"If any of you had eyes you'd see that dog standing on a trap door. It's guarding something!"

Tria, who has no eyes—seems to have been pissed off.

"I hope you're proud of yourselves. We were all nearly killed—or worse, expelled from school. Well, if you don't object, I'm going to bed."

Ron looked in surprise at the back of Hermione running back to the dormitory.

"Is expulsion worse than death for her?"

"That's not the point!"

Harry interrupted Ron, who looked more serious than ever.

"The thing that the dog was guarding must be the thing that Hagrid took out of Vault 71."

"Think about it, the only place in the world that is safer than Gringotts is Hogwarts."

Harry whispered to Tria and Ron, not worried about Neville hearing.

Because it seems that Neville's five senses have failed after seeing the three-headed dog, and he doesn't know if it will recover in the future.

Harry seemed determined to get to the bottom of the little package, but Tria couldn't care less.

After a thrilling adventure, the only thing she wanted to do was to wash up and get into her warm and soft bed.

She never missed it so much.

……

Hermione was really angry, she didn't speak to Harry and Ron for a week, and she was not as warm to Tria as before, devoting almost all her time to the library.

Triya was very helpless, but she didn't know how to persuade her, so she simply spent every day in the library studying alchemy.

Reese has not eaten for hundreds of years, and it is urgent to renew his body.

Today was a different day for Tria, because after breakfast, Harry brought Tria a message.

[Seven o'clock in the evening is the first Quidditch practice. 】

It seems that Professor McGonagall also gave Harry a Nimbus 2000. It seems that Professor McGonagall's desire to win this year has reached its peak.

It was around the early six o'clock when Harry came to see Tria.

He was carrying a really beautiful new broom, with its neat lines and neat branches, and there was nothing to compare with the out-of-the-box stuff that the school had to offer.

Together they walked towards the outside of the castle. The Quidditch pitch was huge, with hundreds of chairs in the surrounding stands.At each end of the court were three poles of gold with rings on top, each fifty feet high.

"Tria, this is great!"

Harry was as happy as a bird just out of the cage, he couldn't wait for the seven o'clock agreed with Wood, and flew into the sky on his new light wheel.

This feeling is really free and wonderful, flying all over the sky without restraint, he can turn any way he wants, and the Nimbus 2000 perfectly obeyed his instructions.

"He flies really well."

Triya suddenly heard a suppressed excited voice behind her.

It was Wood, he was carrying a big wooden box and a broom, standing behind him.

"Sweep the Seven Stars, our team's backup broom, want to try it?"

Wood handed the broom to Tria, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Try it and let me see how fast you can go."

Wood's eyes sparkled with eerie excitement, and Tria shuddered and immediately took the broom.

"Ok."

This senior Wood is a bit strange.

She didn't think about it anymore, touched the broom that also looked neat, cheered it up in a low voice, and then straddled it.

"call out--"

The excited Sweeping Seven Stars really should not be underestimated, it soared upwards like a shooting star piercing the sky.

"Fuck—"

The box in Wood's hand fell to the ground.

He began to think about whether what he handed to Tria was really sweeping the Seven Stars?

It is also the latest model secretly developed by Light Wheel Company.

This is too outrageous.

With Tria, no one on the Quidditch field could touch the hem of her clothes, and if she was the Chaser, the enemy would not even be able to see where the ball was.

Look at Harry Potter, who is born with flying skills.

Wood felt like tears were coming out of his eyes.

With this year's configuration, it's hard to justify not winning the championship.

After calming down his excitement, Wood called Harry and Tria down.

"Let me tell you about the rules of Quidditch. Professor McGonagall said you haven't played it before."

Wood patted the wooden box on the ground, and he was so ambitious that he must explain the rules to the two Quidditch geniuses.

The Gryffindor Quidditch Cup is here!

Wood's explanation was very clear, at least both Tria and Harry understood it at once.

"Let's practice simply."

Wood made a decision, he took out a bunch of golf balls from his pocket, and threw them around randomly, while Harry and Tria took turns to catch these balls.

Harry performed extremely well, he didn't miss a single ball, and even though his forehead was sweating, he still looked like he was enjoying it.

Triya was not so happy. Although she was able to catch the ball 100%, but the consumption of controlling the broom and judging the direction made her complain endlessly, and she lay on the broom within half an hour and didn't want to move.

She just didn't like sports since she was a child.

qaq

"There will be training three times a week in the future, and you will all have to participate."

When it was too dark to see the golf, Wood finally announced the end, but the words that followed made Tria stiff.

Train three times a week!

a bolt from the blue!

"Wood, wait, I have something to tell you."

Just when Wood packed his things and wanted to enter the castle, Tria stopped him. Harry was a little puzzled, but returned to the castle understandingly.

"Wood, I think I might not be a good fit for the Quidditch team."

Triya hesitated for a long time before speaking.

She has to save herself. If she really trains at this level three days a week, she will really cry.

Hearing this, Wood was still in a calm mood. He looked into Tria's eyes seriously and asked:

"Why do you say that, you did a good job."

After this night of getting along, Tria could feel that Wood was a person who loved Quidditch in particular, and this love had surpassed anyone she had ever met.

"Actually, I'm not that interested in Quidditch. I can fly fast only because of my natural affinity for magic items, not because of my flying skills."