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Just when Triya agreed and was about to reach out to touch the crown.

A deep voice suddenly came from behind her: "Excuse me."

The person who appeared suddenly sounded a little displeased, and approached quickly without waiting for Dumbledore to answer him.

Tria only felt a footstep getting closer behind her, and then a magic wand stretched out from behind her shoulder, gently pushing away half of her outstretched hand.

"professor?"

Triya turned her head, and her sight was filled by the familiar black robe.

"Maybe you should learn what it means to be cautious."

Snape lowered his head, looked at the innocent girl sitting on the soft stool, who didn't think touching Voldemort was a big deal, and frowned fiercely.

"Or, maybe some people should also realize what their responsibility is, instead of throwing trouble at a second-year brat."

Snape always spoke neither fast nor slow, and the expression on Dumbledore's face remained unchanged.

"We respect this child's choice."

He didn't care that Snape suddenly appeared in his office, but Donald next to him bit his cheek in displeasure and let out a "tsk".

"Come with me."

Snape didn't seem too impressed by the old headmaster's gentleness, and he tapped Tria's shoulder lightly through his baggy robes.

"Is something wrong?"

Triya subconsciously stood up obediently.

To say who she spent the longest time with at Hogwarts, probably besides Reese, was Professor Snape. He was called around a lot in other people's offices, and his body actually developed an obedient conditioned reflex.

Before Snape could move away, the Philosopher's Stone, which had been silent all along, suddenly trembled.

Voldemort was weak, but the undiminished malicious voice came straight out.

"It seems that my dog ​​who betrayed the master has a beloved little girl."

He even smiled a little, the shadow inside the Philosopher's Stone had already turned around quietly at some point, staring in Snape's direction.

"The one who died before was called... Lily."

Snape lowered his head again, watching the shadow trapped in the Philosopher's Stone smile at him with a faint disdain, his eyes became deeper, but he never said a word.

Past experience had taught him how to hide his emotions long ago, and when he met the man who had given him countless nightmares again after many years, Snape's feelings were more complicated than the so-called hatred.

How can it not be complicated?

In the past, the devil who was high on the top and killed life and death, is now trapped in a broken stone.

Especially this stone was regarded by him as the hope of gaining vitality.

How ironic that Snape could have cast the Cruciatus Curse ten times and a hundred times on this fragile soul.This is effortless for him, and the other party has no way to resist.

However, Snape still didn't move, he retracted his gaze restrainedly, and wanted to continue walking out after a short pause.

But Tria's movements were completely opposite to his.

Without even giving a chance to react, Tria directly pulled Voldemort out of the Sorcerer's Stone again, and stuffed it into the beautiful crown without a pause.

"I'll change your home for you."

There was a mischievous smile on the corner of Tria's mouth.

It's not her usual happy and lively smile like a little sun, but with a bit of playful malice, which is very similar to Gemini's usual smile.

"What are you doing!--!"

From the diadem came Voldemort's roar, and he sounded utterly angry, a rare display of emotion for the Dark Lord.

Tria had no time to pay attention to him. Instead, she hid the hand that had grabbed Voldemort behind her back, and looked carefully at Snape's expression.

Seeing people staring at him angrily, he quickly showed a trademark sweet smile, and rubbed the cloth-covered soft stool with his hand behind his back in a fawning manner.

Reminder: I wipe it clean.

Snape's lips pursed even tighter. For the first time, he felt that he hadn't done enough to hide his emotions, but he still took out his wand and washed it off for a while.

"How did it get stuffed into the crown?"

Dumbledore poked the trembling crown on the table with some doubts, but he was not dissatisfied. It would be a good thing to return the Philosopher's Stone to his old friend sooner.

It's just that he was more curious about why Tria did this.

"He deliberately provoked the professor, as if he expected me to move the piece of the crown into the Philosopher's Stone."

Tria let the professor toss herself, poked her head out and looked at Dumbledore.

"And the main soul has been bound to the Philosopher's Stone, just like the alchemy product that the teacher told me about the soul, but it is also very similar to other Horcruxes."

"If I'm not wrong, his soul fragments will devour each other and fuse together. And if a certain piece of soul is strong enough, it will definitely be able to break free from the shackles of the carrier."

"I put them all into the crown because I want to prove one thing. Each piece of soul fragment will have a home field advantage in the corresponding carrier. In terms of strength alone, the main soul is stronger than the fragments, but with the addition of The blessing of the crown may weaken each other or maybe."

Donald raised his eyebrows, as if he finally had a little interest, and moved to the table to observe carefully.

"..."

"It's a fight."

He was like a melon-eating passerby admiring gangsters fighting on the side of the road, feeling the soul fluctuation in the crown with great interest, and almost gnawed on a plate of butter biscuits.

Donald soon realized this, and watching people fight naturally needs some food, so he tapped casually with his wand.

"Give me a Firewhiskey."

"There won't be whiskey in school, Donald."

Dumbledore reminded him, and Donald shrugged nonchalantly, tapping his wand again.

"Anything you want to eat is fine."

Within a few minutes, the house elf in the school brought a plate of snacks and disappeared quickly.

At this moment, Snape finally felt that the little girl's hands were white and clean again, and took back his wand.

"Let's go."

Now that everything has been done, there is no need to continue to stop it, anyway, the little girl can still ask for it.

Tria nodded, conscious that the task had been completed, and waved to the two young old men, intending to leave with Snape, but was stopped again.

"Wait a minute, Tria, there is one last thing."

Even Dumbledore was a little embarrassed to say this.

"Just a reminder. Just yesterday when the students returned to school, Mr. Voldemort sensed a strong fluctuation of a Horcrux. Tria, you should know what this means. I hope you can pay attention to your side, of course, there is no need to do it What, try to protect the safety of the students around you, and seek help from the professors when necessary..."

Tria was simply picked up by Snape and walked out, and she could only nod indiscriminately at Dumbledore in a hurry.

"Good~"