hogwarts rose

Voldemort's soul body was a fuzzy shadow, which jumped out of Quirrell's body along with billowing black steam.

Even though he couldn't see the expression, Tria could still feel the anger and anxiety of his failed plan.

Perhaps because he knew that there would be no results if he dragged on any longer, Voldemort's soul circled around the room unwillingly, and then rushed towards the door.

Tria didn't know what she was thinking, and rushed over before Voldemort left completely, grabbing the tail of the shadow.

Then, she was really caught.

Voldemort's soul was far weaker than she had imagined, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle in her hands, so she could only writhe wildly to express her dissatisfaction and shock.

The soul body has no ability to speak unless the host body can be found.

Harry, who had a splitting headache, finally recovered a bit at this moment. He struggled to stand still and watched in horror as Voldemort twisted in pain in Tria's hands.

Stretching out his hand tentatively, Harry tried to catch Voldemort just like Tria, and then felt a sharp pain in his forehead the moment he touched it.

He withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, and covered the lightning-shaped scar, his consciousness suddenly became blurred, and he fell limply on the ground.

The black flames that had been blocking the door of the room disappeared at this moment, and Snape appeared in Tria's sight with a sullen face, and behind him stood Dumbledore and Donald who should still be in the Ministry of Magic at this time.

In addition to Dumbledore's mild expression, Donald and Snape were unfriendly one by one.

Donald walked over first, and slapped Voldemort's soul casually, looking extremely disgusted.

It's a pity that his hand didn't touch anything, and it didn't affect Voldemort's soul in any way.

"Only you can touch it."

He looked at Tria and Voldemort thoughtfully.

"I can't always let you hold it in my hand."

Voldemort, who was repeatedly looked at by impolite eyes, was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

【Incompetent Fury】

"I have an idea."

Triya maintained the posture of holding Voldemort's soul, put away her wand, squatted down and took the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's hand.

Voldemort obviously coveted the power of the Sorcerer's Stone, and his head stretched out so long that he wanted to sink into the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Sorcerer's Stone, let's discuss it."

Tria stared earnestly at the Philosopher's Stone that had been gleaming cheerfully since it came into her hands.

"I put this soul in, can you bear it? If you can, it will light up three times, two short and one long."

The Philosopher's Stone cooperated very well, and it really lit up two short and one long according to Triya's instructions, like a light.

"Then can you control the energy from nourishing him?"

"If you can, make two long and one short."

The Philosopher's Stone began to brighten two long and one short.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched as he watched from behind, not knowing how to describe his current mood.

For a long time, the Dark Lord who made him fear, suffer, and struggle in the quagmire is now held in the hands of a little girl like a silly toy, and is discussed in such a playful way about his future fate...

Is this what the Chinese call karma?

Tria here has already happily stuffed Voldemort into the Philosopher's Stone.

At the very beginning, Voldemort still plunged straight into the stone in cooperation, and he even laughed evilly in his heart: The little girl is so naive, isn't letting him into the Philosopher's Stone just give him the chance of resurrection? Is there such a good thing?

However, when Voldemort got into a head, ready to take all the abundant energy for himself and feast on a hearty meal, he froze.

Triya's chat with the Philosopher's Stone just now was not a lie. The Philosopher's Stone really didn't give him any energy.

All struggles were in vain, the incorporeal Voldemort was not as difficult to deal with as a leaf in Tria's hands, and it was stuffed into the Philosopher's Stone.

"Okay!"

Triya happily held up the Sorcerer's Stone and took a photo under the light. The originally red and transparent gemstone was now filled with evil black energy, but this did not affect the appearance, but instead gave it a more monstrous feeling.

Donald tsk tsk, took the stone from Tria's hand and threw it, his expression was indescribable.

You must know that the soul trapped in this stone is currently the Dark Lord who is as famous as him, and even more influential than him in England.

But now he was trapped in a broken stone with such an embarrassing description, he felt a little uncontrollably ashamed.

Grindelwald: Refusing to be on the same level as this unpopular guy, I speak for myself.

"This is an unexpected gain."

Dumbledore happily looked at the disobedient and bad students in the stone that gave him a headache, and strangely understood Filch's habit of putting students in confinement. Anyway, Voldemort is now locked up, which makes him very happy.

Tria tactfully handed the stone to Dumbledore. How to deal with Voldemort is no longer something she should consider.

What she should consider is to quickly send Harry, who was paralyzed on the ground, to the school infirmary.

"Professor Snape, please send the two students to the school hospital for examination."

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and Snape's face became even more stinky. First, he slept soundly in the middle of the night and was woken up to disarm the flames. Then he had to send the annoying Potter to the medical room. What an annoying old bee.

It was obviously impossible for Snape to carry Harry to the medical room. A levitating spell was already the utmost tenderness Snape could give.

"Follow up."

Snape, who was in a bad mood, glanced at Tria, who had nothing to do, and walked towards the door with his robe flapping. Tria hurriedly followed.

Only Dumbledore and Donald were left in this room.

"That's the other possibility, isn't it?"

Dumbledore looked at the stone in his hand, his eyes were dim, and Donald shrugged indifferently:

"Yes, it is easier and safer."

……

Tria here was trotting all the way to follow the striding Professor Snape. She originally wanted to follow slowly, but Snape grabbed her hand and pulled her forward.

Harry, who was floating, staggered behind, and Tria even suspected that Harry's injuries on the way to the medical room were more serious than his original injuries.

"In the future, don't touch things of unknown origin."

Snape spoke every word, his voice low but clear.

He took out a handkerchief from nowhere, and wiped Triya's hand that was holding Voldemort vigorously.

The corners of Tria's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what kind of enmity the professor had with Voldemort. She felt as disgusted as Harry.