hogwarts rose

The new school year has changed a lot from the previous ones.

The famous writer and explorer Gilderoy Lockhart replaced Quirrell as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

At the opening dinner, his appearance drove almost all the little witches in the school into a frenzy. Even Hermione, who has always been steady, tended to be fascinated by him. It can be seen that the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award has How welcome.

Tria had finished reading all the books on this semester's book list long before the start of the semester, and she had to admit that perhaps the professor was a truly talented person, because the adventure stories depicted in each of his creations were very unique. Wonderful

But when she actually saw him in the auditorium, Triya felt uncomfortable.

That perfect smile and smug style gave her goosebumps.

There are some people who are probably only suitable for meeting through books, not meeting in the real world.

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On the second day of school, Triya was called to the office by the old principal.

She guessed that Mr. Dumbledore must have liked the German fudge she sent, and wanted to ask her where else to buy it.

However, when they walked into the office, both Dumbledore and Donald had serious faces. Judging from their expressions, Tria reasonably suspected that Hogwarts would explode in three days.

But from the perspective of behavior, the actions of the two strongest wizards are really not smart.

They are like two puppies playing around, you tossing a small ball to each other.

Well, it should not be a small ball.

Taking a closer look, the bright red gem was surrounded by gray mist, and Voldemort's blurred face was twisted and deformed in the Sorcerer's Stone.

Tria's pupils dilated unconsciously. If she was right, the "toy" that was thrown around in the air was the soul of the Dark Lord, whom people dare not even mention their name in the wizarding world.

[What are these two people doing? 】

Tria thought that after the matter of the Sorcerer's Stone was resolved last semester, the two professors would definitely deal with Voldemort's remnant soul properly.

What about torture to extract confessions, thought control, humanitarian destruction~

But I didn't expect that the two of them just treated it as an extra small ball.

"Tria, you're here."

After Donald stopped the Philosopher's Stone again, he finally stopped. He casually threw the Philosopher's Stone on Dumbledore's desk, and ran to sit on a soft sofa next to him.

While signaling Tria to find a place to sit down, she took out a silk handkerchief from the breast pocket of the suit, and carefully wiped each of her fingers.

"Good morning, Tria. How is the new term?"

Dumbledore also returned to his usual kind and dignified expression, but the effect of the ten bottles of beauty potion that had been poured before was too strong and too long-lasting, and it was a bit inconsistent for him to make such an expression in a young and beautiful appearance.

"It's all pretty good."

Triya pulled a chair and sat down at the desk, observing the shadow in the Philosopher's Stone closely.

"Good morning, Mr. Voldemort."

Tria curiously identified the fuzzy fragment of the soul. On the day she trapped this piece of soul, she had no chance to study it carefully because she was in a hurry to accompany Professor Snape to send Harry to the medical room. forget.

Now that Voldemort was right in front of her, she didn't have to say hello.

I don't know what this piece of soul has experienced. Compared with before, it seems that the color has faded a lot. Facing Triya's approach, the group of souls that can be distinguished for the time being turned around, and pointed the back of the head at Telia. Ria.

Tria didn't care about the impoliteness of the other party, and looked up into Dumbledore's eyes, a little curious.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Voldemort's soul?"

Dumbledore nodded, smiling.

"After a summer vacation with Professor Snape, we probably got some news."

"Voldemort...Mr., used an ancient magic to divide his soul into seven parts. Besides the one in front of you, he made six horcruxes respectively. As long as there are still souls in this world As long as there is a Horcrux, Voldemort can never be destroyed. In the last days of summer vacation, Donald and I have found one of them - Ravenclaw's diadem."

"A very ingenious hiding place, just in Hogwarts, a wonderful place that even Reese can't explore - maybe you can ask your twin friends, they seem to know the secrets of this place, you will like it too of."

When Dumbledore spoke, he winked at Tria, which really attracted Tria's attention. Is there a Room of Requirement that even Reese can't explore?

Go back and ask brother George.

"But these are not important. The important thing is that we need your help. Eliminating the Horcrux is not a simple matter. Any magic item that has a relationship with the soul will have amazing power beyond people's imagination. We can't find it. Find a way to remove that piece of soul while leaving Ravenclaw's diadem intact."

Dumbledore took out a jeweled, gleaming crown from a drawer with both hands.

At the bottom of the crown is engraved a line of small characters in cursive script:

【Extraordinary wisdom is the greatest wealth of human beings. 】

"This crown is the only relic of the founder of Ravenclaw House, Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw. Moreover, it is said that the golden crown can increase the wisdom of the wearer. Whatever the purpose, Hogwarts Ci absolutely does not want to lose such a treasure."

"So I implore you, Miss Tria, to see if you can pull Voldemort's soul fragment directly out of the crown. I don't know why, but at present only you can touch the soul. I must admit, because no example, so I don’t know if there will be any after-effects from touching such a soul that has been cut by black magic.”

"I respect all your decisions, Tria."

Dumbledore placed the diadem on the table, next to the Philosopher's Stone.

Voldemort in the Philosopher's Stone stared at the diadem next to him, with an expression of indescribable annoyance, or rather, a little covetousness.

"Promise, little Triya, no matter what black magic it is, I will never hurt you here."

After finally wiping his hands clean, Donald threw the handkerchief into the corner without a sense of public morality, brought it close to Tria's ear, and raised his chin rather arrogantly.

"Anyway, studying black magic is my old profession."

Tria nodded trustingly. After all, she didn't have any adverse reactions when she caught Voldemort last semester, so it shouldn't be a problem to catch Voldemort again. Even if there is any potential danger, Teacher Donald will definitely be able to solve it. .