hogwarts rose

Christmas is coming soon, and the first snow of the year fell in mid-December. The weather changes day by day, and Tria can't wait to cast a warming spell on herself every moment.

Also from that day on, she no longer went to Snape's office to study alchemy. After all, Snape's office was in the basement, so it was so cold that even if it was covered with a thick layer of insulation spells, it would not be effective.

She began to go to the Room of Response on the eighth floor every day. Reese took her there. The whole room was cast with profound magic.

Tria likes this small house very much. She regards it as her secret base, and she runs here when she is free, thinking of a room with a big stove, a big bed, and soft quilts.

She enjoys the feeling of reading under the warm quilt the most, and she gets sleepy after reading for a while, and then has a good sleep.

Don't worry about missing class if you sleep for a long time, Reese will wake her up in advance.

Tria actually thought about where to go for Christmas. Harry and Ron's family stayed in school, so she didn't think much about it, because the girls who were close to her all went home during this time, and Harry And she will definitely stay with Ron every day. If she wants to stay in Hogwarts, no one will play with her.

But if she wanted to talk about going to Malfoy's house for Christmas, she still felt that it was too intrusive.

After thinking about it, she decided to ask the teacher if he could take her in for a vacation!

Disturbing the teacher is not disturbing, she is the teacher's darling~

Nicole Flamel quickly replied to her inquiry letter, happily expressing that Tria is very welcome to live in his house, even if it takes 100 years.

Attached to the reply letter was an order to Dumbledore:

[Old man, please come to Devon with little Tria Apparating at Christmas, thanks. 】

This is where Tria's transportation is all arranged.

Triya was very happy, and told her brother about the matter immediately, and did not sign the list of detentions.

In the last week, almost everyone's thoughts were focused on Christmas, and the professors were considerate of their feelings. Apart from Potions, there were very few homework assignments for other subjects.

In her more affluent free time, Tria began to prepare Christmas gifts for her friends. This is not an easy task. Tria also specially made a list:

Teacher and teacher's wife: The double-person blanket with red and gray checks is made of cashmere combed from bighorn sheep, and it is extremely soft;

Reiss: The newly prepared body can last for half a month with saved energy;

Oncasia: A family portrait of two people drawn by myself, and a gingerbread man made by herself;

Theodore: Gingerbread man made by himself +1;

Draco: A quill that can automatically retrieve errors, and when you make a mistake, it will yell in Tria's voice: "Draco Draco, Draco Draco";

Hermione: A bottle of beauty potion, an analysis of old-time magic;

Harry: A broomstick maintenance toolbox, a self-made potion key note for the first grade;

Ron: A box of Chocolate Frogs, no more;

George: Little Tria who can sing;

Fred: Little Tria who can dance;

Cedric: little Tria and little Cedric chattering around;

Wood: Little Wood, who is riding a broom and intercepting the Quaffle one after another;

Dumbledore: There are more than a dozen small pockets of candy, each pocket is hung on a small clip with a string, and a note card is attached: [Clip it on the beard and you can eat candy at any time! ]

Snape: A crisp black suit;

Lavender: A hairpin made of feathers, with a pearl on it;

Angelina: leather bowl with engraved name;

……

Almost everyone's presents were made by Tria herself, if not bought by herself.

It was also because Tria had friends in all colleges and grades, and with so many professors, she spent at least three weeks of free time on these gifts.

But this is not a waste, at least after so many exercises in making dynamic dolls, Tria's understanding of alchemy has improved to a higher level.

The day before the holiday, the arrangement in the auditorium was already in good shape. Hundreds of thousands of candles on the ceiling were wrapped with tiny ribbons, and the ribbons were tied with colorful firecrackers. Drops from the ceiling and everyone can pick up the presents inside.

There are a total of 12 tall fir trees around, each tree has a different decoration, some are covered with colorful balls, some are covered with snowflakes, anyway, each has its own beauty.

The walls are covered with holly and mistletoe hanging flower ribbons, full of Christmas atmosphere.

Tria didn't go with the classmates who left school. After she saw off her brother, she ran to the principal's office, and Dumbledore would send her to the teacher's home in Devonshire.

All the presents she has given to the school's common owl will be delivered to the right people on Christmas morning.

"Ready for a good vacation, little Tria."

Dumbledore changed into a brand new robe, purple with little stars embroidered on it.

Triya nodded frantically. She expanded the small purse herself, and all the luggage was packed and put in it.

"So put your hand on my arm and be prepared, it's not going to be a comfortable ride."

Tria put her hand on Dumbledore's raised arm, while the old man was still babbling:

"Wonder if Nicole would mind adding me to the Christmas dinner, oh, but I have to go back to school..."

Before Tria could answer, she suddenly felt her body being pulled to a certain place by a strong force. The rapid movement of her body made her unable to breathe, spinning around, and every part of her body was being squeezed crazily.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long, Tria's soles soon touched the hard ground again.

She almost failed to stand still and fell, and quickly supported Dumbledore next to her and began to gasp for breath.

Never before had she felt such a precious thing about oxygen.

"It's always like this the first time. It's not very comfortable. You'll get used to it after a few more tries."

Dumbledore comforted her, but Tria felt that she might not be able to adapt to this feeling for the rest of her life.

The two of them were standing in front of a small house. It seemed that this was the teacher's house.

"Dong dong dong."

Dumbledore stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the door was opened soon, and it was Nico Flamel who opened the door.

"arrived safely!"

Dumbledore hugged him, then pushed Tria through the door.

"Merry Christmas old man, I'll pick her up in two weeks."

"I still have things to do at school, so I'm leaving first."

Dumbledore took off his hat and disappeared in an instant.