hogwarts rose

Under the influence of Charmander, the 60 points deducted from Gryffindor went unnoticed, and even Percy, who cared most about the honor of the academy, didn't mention even half a word.

This obviously relieved Harry, Hermione and Tria.

Noble lived very well in her territory. Unexpectedly, the professors were even more fanatical about fire dragons than the students.

Professor Sprout even took her senior students to plant herbs for the "Noble Mountains".

Under everyone's petition, Professor Dumbledore agreed to give each professor the authority to open the empty classroom, so more and more practical classes were arranged in the "Noble Mountains", and the ecosystem there is also With the efforts of countless wizards, it has become more and more perfect.

This even affected to a certain extent everyone's determination to prepare for the final exam.

Every day in the auditorium, I can hear the little wizards discussing what they want their families to send to themselves to help Noble live a better life.

The most exaggerated is Draco, the Malfoy family donated a mountain to the school.

This is a real mountain, no owl can drag it, and finally Dumbledore went there himself to find a way to move it from the original place of the mountain to the "Noble Mountains".

——. ——

One Wednesday afternoon, Triya sat in Snape's office, studying painfully.

Ever since Snape found out that she had taken the empty classroom in the basement to raise dragons, he hadn't been very happy.

It's not because he doesn't like Norbert, on the contrary, he is still very interested in Norbert (the blood and scales). The only thing he hates is that since Norbert settled down in the basement, his former empty office has become often accompanied by people pass by.

The basement, which was supposed to be gloomy and damp, gradually became warm and dry due to too many people coming and going.

This was simply a huge offense to Snape's penchant for bats.

He had no reason to punish Tria for this, but he gave Tria a freaking review list.

Tria can guarantee that even if the seventh grade students do the problems prepared by Snape in reverse, they will definitely break down like her.

Those contents are too remote, that is, remote and complicated, but all of them are within the learning scope of the first grade, and Triya has no choice but to appeal.

"It's really hard for the professor to help me prepare the review materials."

Tria glared at Snape resentfully, she was too busy changing her homework, but she still insisted on taking time to prepare this perverted material, the professor was really well-intentioned.

Snape replied in a good mood:

"You're welcome."

He even hooked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, there were three very regular knocks on the door.

"Enter."

Snape looked up, and Donald's tall figure walked in.

"Professor Donald, what's the matter?"

Snape had a good impression of the colleague in front of him who had an affair with Dumbledore, so his attitude at the moment could be considered kind.

Donald walked into the office, greeted Snape, and snorted Tria over the head.

"Dumbledore was looking for this little girl, and I took her away first."

Donald explained patiently, but he didn't really wait for Snape's reply. He helped Tria tidy up the papers on the table, and pushed her towards the door.

"Professor goodbye~"

Tria was pushed, but she still turned her head and waved to Snape. Snape nodded, but felt a little upset.

Thinking about the intimacy that Donald had snorted Tria's head just now, Snape paused to think for a few seconds, when did they get so familiar.

——. ——

Donald did not take Triya to see Dumbledore, instead, he took Triya towards the outside of the castle.

"Ever seen a unicorn?"

Donald seemed to ask a question unintentionally, but Tria shook her head and asked him expectantly:

"No, are we going to meet the unicorn now?"

The unicorn is a good thing. This beautiful creature not only has extremely powerful magic, but its commercial value is no less than that of a fire dragon.

With a malicious smile on the corner of Donald's mouth, he shook his head:

"No, we are going to see the unicorn's body now."

The expression on Triya's face was stiff, she really couldn't figure out why Donald took her to see the unicorn's corpse.

You must know that the death of this animal is linked to a curse. Although under normal circumstances, this curse will not affect passers-by who visit the corpse, but who can guarantee it?

According to records, unicorns are extremely pure creatures, they have the most flawless souls, and are favored by the creator.

Anyone who kills a unicorn, or uses a unicorn to achieve some nasty purpose, will be cursed by the Creator—he cannot live or die.

"Don't worry, in fact we are going to investigate the case."

Sensing Triya's reluctance, Donald patted her on the shoulder.

"A unicorn in the Forbidden Forest died inexplicably. I promised Dumbledore to help him find the reason."

"That big keykeeper of yours is crying so hard."

Knowing the specific reason, Tria nodded, feeling extremely curious. Hagrid was born to be very close to magical creatures, so it didn't take much for him to know that he would take good care of the small animals in the Forbidden Forest.

Right now, a unicorn died just like that. Thinking of the special effect of unicorn blood, Triya frowned, feeling that something bad had happened.

——. ——

Tria and Donald went all the way into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid knelt in front of a pile of leaves, weeping sadly.

Big teardrops hit the ground drop by drop, making small moist pits.

Many magical animals in the Forbidden Forest leaned close or far away. A few unicorns held leaves in their mouths and lined up to cover the leaves on the pile of leaves.

Noticing their arrival, Hagrid wiped the tears off his face and stood up awkwardly.

"Professor Donald."

Tall Hagrid greeted Donald like a schoolboy.

"The unicorns are about to finish their funeral, and when the ceremony is over, they will magically bury the poor little unicorn."

When it came to "poor little unicorn", Hagrid visibly choked up again.

Donald patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, then lowered his head and told Tria:

"Can't you communicate with animals? Ask if anyone sees anything wrong."

He pushed Tria towards the sad animals with force, while he stood still, closed his eyes, didn't even hold his wand, and slowly raised his hands.

A special wave of magic power spread from him around, and it did not affect any magical creature in a very measured manner.