hogwarts rose

"There are still twenty minutes until your first class of the semester."

Snape took the little girl by the collar and strode towards his office.

Triya's body was wrapped by the Levitation Curse, and the strength of the big hands on the back collar was almost negligible. The professor seemed very satisfied with this way of walking, and had no intention of letting her down at all.

Recalling the new semester's schedule in her mind, Triya hung in the air quite comfortably to respond.

"Yes, it's herbalism class with Hufflepuff later."

I don't know what the professor is going to do with her in the office. Is 10 minutes enough?

As a result, as soon as they arrived at the door of the potions class office, Tria didn't even enter the door. The professor waved his wand, and a large package flew from the office into her arms.

The next second, Snape walked into the office and closed the door with a "bang".

"It's time for you to go to class."

Snape's voice came through the thick door, and Triya puffed her cheeks and kicked the wooden door lightly.

Anyway, let her go in and stay for a while, there are still 10 minutes before class.

Triya, who didn't even dare to kick the door loudly, walked to the auditorium with the big package, decided to take this time to get a smoked lamb sandwich, and opened the package by the way.

The black package was almost as big as half Tria, and it was not light to hold in my arms, but it was bearable.

Tria didn't want to put the package in her small purse, because she was really curious about what the professor gave her, and even wanted to omit the process of putting it in the small purse and taking it out again.

When we got to the auditorium, almost all the second-year students in Gryffindor were there, and everyone was eating breakfast and preparing to go to the herbal medicine classroom together later.

"Tria, here!"

Ron was the first to spot Tria, Harry was sitting next to him, and Hermione was flipping through a book.

There was also a place for her opposite Harry.

"Smoked lamb sandwich?"

When Tria took the vacant seat, Harry had already brought her a sandwich and wrapped it in oiled paper thoughtfully.

"Thanks, Harry, that's what I wanted."

Tria put the package on the long table, took the sandwich and took a big bite.

Ever since she ate Mrs. Weasley's smoked lamb sandwich during the summer vacation, she was so shocked that she wanted to eat this every morning.

I thought smoked lamb would be weird, but I didn't expect it to have more flavor than chicken and beef.

"What are you?"

Ron looked curiously at the big black package on the table, and was holding a piece of pastry cream cake in his hand to play with.

Tria swallowed her sandwich and answered as she unpacked it.

"I don't know, Professor Snape gave it to me."

The two boys on the opposite side moved back obviously, even just hearing the name would cause discomfort.

Hermione, who had been flipping through the encyclopedia of herbal medicine, became interested. She closed the book and moved closer, as if guessing that there might be some exam cheats or something in this bag.

The truth is exactly as she guessed.

The big package is filled with miscellaneous things, the most conspicuous ones are all kinds of candies used to fill the gaps, sour lollipops, popping candies, confetti fudge...

As soon as the package was opened, it scattered all over the table.

Ron exclaimed and collected the scattered sugar into a pile, eyes full of disbelief.

"Did you just say Snape?"

"He gave you candy?!"

Harry couldn't believe it either, but his surprise was more complicated than Ron's.

He picked up a piece of fudge wrapped in transparent sugar juice, and he could clearly see that the candy was sprinkled with snow-white powdered sugar, and there was a light pink fruit-flavored filling in the middle of the fudge.

Is this differential treatment?

Thinking of Professor Snape's heavy face dripping with black water, and the sweet-smelling candy in his hand, he felt unwell.

"Obviously, the only possibility is that it was sent by Professor Snape."

Hermione said with certainty, her eyes locked on a large tome in the package.

The book is very old at first glance, and it is even written in ancient runes.

This is an ancient magic text that is not an elective course until the third grade. Only extremely ancient magic scripts will be written in this kind of text.

Hermione hadn't studied this text carefully, but she had seen the rune version of the word "potion" when she was studying potion, so she knew immediately that it was a potion book.

"This is an ancient potion book."

Hermione really wants to study it, maybe this year's extracurricular book can read "A Simple Introduction to Ancient Runes".

Tria is not very interested in the potion book. Although the professor gave her the book, she will definitely find time to study it, but now, her attention is completely absorbed by the last thing in the package. attract.

—a silk bag.

This kind of fabric is not common in the UK, it is said to come from China.

And Triya, who has long been captured by Chinese food, has a good impression of this country.

She couldn't wait to open the cloth bag, and a long skirt also made of silk was wrapped in the soft and smooth silk.

This was a skirt style she had never seen before, but it was all white, with only a pair of buttons on the chest.

The silky white fabric is as shiny as pearls, and when you pick it up, it's like scooping up a handful of running water, stabbing Triya's heart hard.

So beautiful!

"It's time to go to class."

Hermione helped Tria to tidy up the contents of the package again. The herb class classroom was outside the castle, and they had to walk there earlier.

Triya reluctantly hung the new skirt in the safest place in the small purse, and followed the large army to the outside of the castle, but she was puzzled in her heart.

Why did the professor suddenly give him so many things without explaining a word.

Is it a gift?

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Azkaban.

In a familiar cell.

The little light left by Uncassia had already been extinguished, and Sirius Black turned into a big dog, squatting motionless in the corner, ready to bite at all times.

He didn't know that his little daughter who was far away in Hogwarts was building a deep emotional foundation with the slug he once hated the most.

All he knew was that there was a litter of fresh rat cubs in the rat hole in front of him, and he had to pick one for his dinner today.

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Herbal medicine class has always been one of the favorite courses for young wizards, because Professor Sprout is gentle and kind, and the content of herbal medicine class is not as boring as most other courses.

But the little wizards of Gryffindor were obviously a little distracted today, not only because it was the first class of the school, but also because the next class was their long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

And the professor of that class was Gilderoy Lockhart!

After finally looking forward to the end of the herbal medicine class, the lion cubs almost swarmed and ran towards the castle.

Afraid of being late for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even though there was a half-hour transition between the two classes.