hogwarts rose

"Professor Quirrell?"

After a long silence, Triya raised her head and asked.

"Can't you just kill him?"

She spoke cruel words in the softest voice, and Dumbledore raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"How did you find out?"

He didn't answer Triya's words, but he also acquiesced to Triya's guess.

Triya sat on a soft low stool, but couldn't restrain her nervousness.

"Reese said that his soul has two flavors, and the other is Voldemort."

"And, I just hate him."

Tria looked into Dumbledore's gentle eyes and felt a little better.

"Of everyone at Hogwarts, I just hate him."

It was also the first time for Triya to speak bad things secretly behind others' backs, and she was still a little unaccustomed to it, and she unconsciously picked the flannel with her hands propped on the stool.

Dumbledore came out from behind the desk, sat down in front of Tria, and looked Tria straight in the eye.

"You're sharp, Tria."

"But sometimes things are not that simple."

"Although we can basically guess that Quirrell is the one who was deceived, we can't catch him directly. We don't know how Voldemort was resurrected, and whether he has a chance to be resurrected."

"If we rashly alarmed him, it is very likely that he will give up Quirrell and change to a more concealed identity. Then Harry will be more dangerous. Now that Quirrell stays on the bright side, we can protect him well. Harry."

"do you understand?"

Although Dumbledore's attitude was gentle, he was unquestionably firm, and he explained slowly and clearly word by word.

Tria understood what Dumbledore meant and realized that this might be the best way at the moment.

She couldn't tell anyone about this, because she couldn't guarantee that if Harry and the others knew the truth, they would show their hostility towards Quirrell, which would instead scare the snake away.

All she can do is to protect Harry as much as possible.

After confirming that Quirrell was Voldemort, Tria miraculously felt a little relieved. After all, Quirrell didn't seem that smart. If Harry and the others guessed, Professor Snape was Voldemort's lackey.

It's hard to protect Harry.

After getting the answer, Tria slowly regained her fighting spirit, and she looked at Dumbledore's eyes that seemed to be tolerant of everything:

"Is there anything I can do?"

Tria was sure that Dumbledore had something he wanted him to do for him, and if not, he would never have let her know so much.

Dumbledore nodded indeed.

"I want you to do your best and be with Harry to the end."

This sentence was ambiguous, as if he hoped that Tria would accompany Harry to grow up slowly, and try to protect Harry's safety as much as possible in the process, but also seemed to imply something more precise.

But whatever it was, Tria nodded:

"Harry is a very important friend of mine."

No matter what the situation, she will try to protect her friends as much as possible, and even facing Voldemort does not seem so terrible.

After all, she also has a teacher who is the greatest alchemist in the world, and a second teacher who stirred up the situation of the first Dark Lord.

No matter how you think about this kind of opening, you won't lose to Voldemort, who is immortal and has to drink blood to continue his life.

With renewed confidence, Tria finally had the mood to start asking about other things.

She glared at the old Headmaster Dumbledore a little unhappy,

"You promised that there would be no accident to a second unicorn."

But Harry saw a unicorn being sucked blood yesterday.

Dumbledore touched his chest with a smile, but found that his beard hadn't grown to his chest at all, so he turned to touch the stubble on his chin regretfully, and said:

"The little unicorn is fine, the injury isn't serious, it's just a little frightened."

This answer was acceptable, and Tria was completely relieved. After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, it was almost time for class.

She ran to class without any psychological pressure, and even smiled brightly when she saw Quirrell.

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The rest of the time was fairly uneventful, except that Harry kept having a sore scar and had to spend a little longer with Tria before he could barely get a good night's sleep.

Tria thought the pain represented Voldemort's demonstration that he was provoking Harry, but instead of telling him that, she reassured him to relax and prepare for his exams.

Yes, the final exam was coming, and Voldemort seemed to be very considerate and didn't want to affect Harry's exam, so there was no disturbance at all during this period.

The weather was already hot. On the day of the theory test, they were led into a large classroom, and each was given a quill to prevent cheating. They sat in the stuffy classroom until they finished answering the questions before they could leave.

Tria was supposed to be one of the first ten people in the first year to finish the question, but no one in front of her chose to leave the classroom, especially Hermione, who was still writing furiously when Tria put down her pen and looked up.

Tria was sure she had already written it once, and now she was probably doing it a second time to check.

Tria patiently went over the questions again, making sure she hadn't misspelled any spells or people's names.

She always makes mistakes like this.

After checking, Triya raised her hand without hesitation. The classroom is really too hot. She felt that even if she checked ten times, she might not find any new mistakes, so she might as well go out and blow some air.

Professor McGonagall soon came to collect her test papers and sent her out of the classroom.

Following her footsteps, Ancasia and Theodore also handed in their papers and came out.

There is also a practical exam in the afternoon, but there is also a long break in the middle.

Oncasia and Theodore followed Triya from left to right.

"Do you want to go to the Astronomy Tower to blow some air?"

A friendly invitation from Tria.

Oncasia nodded, and Theodore followed suit.

Tria was very happy to hold her brother and Theodore's arms. In her eyes, Ancasia and Theodore were inseparable every day, and they must be very good friends.

That's why she loves everything, and also likes Theodore, the Slytherin who always stands silently beside Oncasia.

The wind in the Astronomy Tower is very comfortable. It doesn't carry the scorching heat of summer, but it can blow away a lot of troubles.

Triya looked at the distant scenery and felt a burst of relief. After going through the intense review time, she finally passed the theory test. Although there is still a practical test, there is no need to review.

Ancasia gently combed her sister's strand of hair that was blown by the wind, and asked her:

"How was the test?"

Uncassia has always been low on Tria's grades, but the two are equally smart and memorized, and they have never had poor grades.

Triya smiled confidently and blinked at Angkasia:

"You did well in the exam!"