HP never needs a love potion

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"I think you should think again."

"Okay." Triana corrected his attitude, "He intends to keep a Horcrux as a hole card? But a soul mixed with other souls is more unstable. If it is used as a hole card, Nagini is not a good choice .”

"So, I don't think," Dumbledore mused, "that he wasn't quite sure of getting the soul piece out."

Triana showed a look of disapproval.

"You think of soul magic too simply," Dumbledore said to her. "It is more likely that he is powerless than that he has made a wrong decision."

"When he was in the cemetery two years ago, he could easily sort out my mixed magic with him. How could he be helpless?"

"Judging whether it is easy is never based on his appearance, but on his strength." Dumbledore frowned. "This rebuttal is very weak, Triana. I can see that this fact is really difficult for you to accept."

Triana is presumably used to being seen through: "So the soul piece in Harry's head can't count on the crown? Why tell me?"

"You know it right." Dumbledore's sharp eyes pierced the lens and her, "You won't be alarmed by the fact that the You-Know-Who is hard to get rid of, and you won't be annoyed by the fact that Harry's soul piece is hard to get rid of. All in all, these two things It will not affect your clear analysis."

"Thanks," Triana said dryly, "but I don't see any other than that I have another bunch of secrets to keep."

"Professor Trelawney made a new prophecy, and you appeared in it." Dumbledore chuckled at Triana's changed expression, "I think it's a true prophecy."

"I'm interested," Triana said against his will.

"The sharp blade points to the person who will be born on the same occasion as the holder according to the will of the holder." Dumbledore didn't care about her tone, "Either the blade holder puts down the weapon and dedicates one-third of what he owns, or the blade holder End this age with a sharp blade."

"...?"

"A third, I presume, is one of the Deathly Hallows. The 'Knife Bearer' is then one of you, me, and Harry," said Dumbledore, "but 'in likeness will be born' is subtly too much."

"Harry was born in the dark age, exactly at the prophesied time." Triana was not sure, "Then Neville Longbottom is in the same situation as him?"

"I must say that the chances of them turning against each other are too low." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "but if it is you, it is very clear. There is a person like you who was born of the illusory obsession created by the love potion. At that time, his father I don’t know. Your mother passed away in a hurry after giving birth to you with only time to give you your name.”

The blood on Triana's face faded little by little.

"I might be bewitched and give him the resurrection stone?"

"I prefer another possibility." Dumbledore said succinctly, "Of course, there is another thing."

As Triana walked down the long steps outside the principal's office, the statue made way for her, and she saw Blaise standing outside waiting for her.

"Brace."

"Triana, if there are others here, they must be very envious of you walking towards me."

"Uh?"

"Well," Blaise put his arm around her shoulders, "it's because of your 'I'm not happy, come and coax me' expression on your face."

Triana gave him a sideways look, and he smiled nonchalantly.

The author has something to say: This is a foreshadowing about whether the resurrection stone belongs to Xiao Deng or the heroine [

☆, the battle is imminent

The author has something to say: Well, I have been lazy for a long time.

It feels a little helpless to feel that the heat of HP has faded a little bit.

But I have to finish writing the essay I wrote on my knees!What's more, this is my first HP article!

Compared with the illusory and tangled prophecies, the things in front of us are obviously more important.

Harry is 17 years old.This means the end of blood magic protection, but also means that he can use magic freely.And how to transfer him from No. 12, Grimmauld Place, which is protected by layers, to Hogwarts, which is also protected by layers of protection, is probably enough for Dumbledore to have a headache for a while.

And Triana is sitting in front of Mrs. Zabini, doing her "other thing".

Mrs. Zabini's recovery ability is amazing, and she can't see that she has been hunted down for several months.She rested her chin on Triana for a moment before speaking for the first time in two years.

"The hairstyle is terrible," she said softly. "I said Sirius Black didn't know how to take care of you."

"For him, it's good enough." Triana sighed with a smile.

Mrs. Zabini shook her head: "Let's get down to business, and come to ask me what I know like Blaise?"

"Because it's important."

"I know, so I've been thinking about it." Mrs. Zabini made a thoughtful gesture, "The mysterious man didn't get angry or attack, but suddenly one day, I found myself being targeted by Death Eaters. If you really I wonder, I guess it might have something to do with Todd Greengrass."

Astoria's father, Mr. Greenglass, whom Triana never met.

"It's impossible for me to reveal everything to the mysterious man at once." Mrs. Zabini continued, "The last information I revealed to him implied that I knew Mr. Greengrass very well, and the two families were not too defensive. "

It was one thing for her to go further to win over the Greengrasses, it was quite another for her to show that she was capable of doing so.

Triana leaned back on the sofa and sighed.

Blaise handed her a cup of tea, and waited for Triana to hook the ear of the cup before opening his mouth: "You must know that I have faced your hairstyle for more than a year, and I almost began to suspect that your hair is facing Dumbledore's." The direction is moving."

"Oh—" Triana drew a long tone.

"Of course," Blaise added, smiling, "it doesn't hurt—"

"Actually, Blaise and I have complained many times." Mrs. Zabini coolly dismantled his platform, "If I remember correctly, she also praised a certain Miss Delacour who is about to get married. .”

The benefits of Fleur Delacour's Veela lineage are many.For example, it brought her beautiful long silver hair that flutters freely without wind.

Triana smiled.

Blaise swore he would never forget his mother next time he was pouring tea.

September [-]st.

Triana didn't feel much when she saw the first black shadow rushing past the window, but when a group of black shadows flew around the running train, Triana drew out her wand.The Hogwarts Express, which was supposed to be flying all the way, stopped on the track in the middle of the canyon. The Death Eaters broke open the windows and let out harsh laughter.Triana seemed to hear someone screaming.

Where Harry was, none of her companions knew, the only thing known was that he was going to Hogwarts, too, in a way that no magic could detect.

Blaise held her wrist, against the cold wall.The Death Eaters had already broken into the train and started searching. The accompanying professors and Aurors stood up from each compartment, pointing their wands at the intruders.

At this time, the most dangerous person is probably not Harry, but the group of Weasleys.There are cliffs on both sides of the car window, and they have nowhere to escape.Triana saw a Gryffindor thrown out of the window, and Professor Flitwick narrowly saved him.There was a panic in the crowd, because death was so close.

Some compartments were pulled open and searched by Death Eaters, and some Death Eaters were fended off by professors.A strange Death Eater waved his wand and scanned the entire cubicle they were in, then slammed his wand on the glass door, and then did the same for the next cubicle.

A blow of the spell flew over the shattered glass beside her ear, and Triana almost fell backwards, but was dragged back by Blaise. Triana looked around, but still couldn't tell whether it was an accidental injury or a deliberate attack.The war situation has spread, and the light of the curse can already be seen.

Blaise's fingers touched the wound on the side of Triana's neck, and Triana gasped.Blaise held his hand in front of her, showing the blood.

"I dare not use the Quick Healing Charm." Blaise frowned, "It will be very troublesome if there are still shards of glass in it."

Triana wanted to say that this level of pain was nothing to her, but seeing Blaise's look of wronging her, she finally just nodded.

The absence of Harry in the whole train obviously severely discouraged the Death Eaters, the train gradually began to speed up, and the Death Eaters who had no intention of fighting disappeared quickly.

But over there is the direction of Hogwarts, right?Triana frowned.

The train was lifted to full speed in an instant, and the students who had not had time to stand still fell down, and the messy objects were thrown out of the window directly.

Includes a suitcase for Triana.

"Suitcases coming!" Triana shouted.

no response.

"Here comes Triana's suitcase!" Triana raised her voice.

The suitcase was completely out of Triana's field of vision.What she saw was Professor McGonagall who had just come over and jumped out of the window, followed by Kinlace.

Triana had a faint premonition, and suddenly turned to look at the remaining Aurors.

The serious look on their faces confirmed her guess.

Harry was now in the suitcase she was carrying.

A space-stretching spell, and the ever-vigilant Mad-Eye Moody.She didn't show any more curiosity about Sirius' so-called "open the box when you get to school".Maybe it was a brilliant plan, because Harry would be transferred directly to the student dormitories by the house-elves, avoiding even the possible danger of traveling into Hogwarts by car.But the premise is that Triana, without knowing it at all, still guarantees that the box will not be affected in the fierce battle, or even fall out of the car like it is now.

"I thought," Triana looked at Remus and squeezed out the words, "you should at least tell me."

Do suitcases drop fast, or do they chase them fast?

For the rare occasion, Remus didn't answer her, just staring out the window in silence.Blaise puts his hands reassuringly on her shoulders and puts her in the seat.

It wasn't until night fell that the outline of Hogwarts had faintly appeared, and a silver-white cat jumped in front of them, making Professor McGonagall's tense voice.

"Mad-Eye is dead."

Magic is powerful, but magic is not omnipotent.No matter how powerful the spell is, it cannot guarantee that the box falling off the cliff will not be smashed to pieces.Moody chose to use the last spell to complete his task of protecting Harry, and he chose to end his life at that moment.

The Hogwarts Express was directly attacked by Death Eaters, and the number of transfers this year will probably increase again.

"The owl has informed your parents that since Hogwarts is likely to become a battlefield, the train will go directly to Hogsmeade..."

"What if we want to stay and fight?"

"If you are an adult, you can stay."

Triana was stopped by Remus before she jumped off the train at Hogwarts.

"You're only 16 years old." Remus said succinctly.

"I know the situation better than most 17-year-olds," Triana replied bluntly.

"Sirius won't spare me if he sees you on the battlefield." Remus smiled.

"Stop joking." Triana raised her chin, "He's almost ecstatic."

Facts proved that although Sirius, who was strengthening the defense at Hogwarts, did not trouble his old friend, he was definitely not ecstatic.

"Aren't you going back?" Sirius stared at her with gray eyes.

"No." The identical gray eyes were not to be outdone.

"Don't run to the battlefield." Sirius drew the line, "Go to the medical wing and help Madam Pomfrey."

Triana agreed very neatly.

But that promise only lasted as long as she was out of Sirius' sight.

"The sharp blade points to the person who will be born on the same occasion as the holder according to the will of the holder. Either the blade holder puts down the weapon and dedicates one-third of his own, or the blade holder ends this era with the blade."

Triana took the resurrection stone ring from her pocket and grabbed Blaise's wand-free left hand.The black gemstone was dull and lacked the nobility appreciated by half-blood wizard families, but there was nothing out of place on Bryce's ring finger.

Realizing the implications, Blaise turned serious.

"I still remember your promise." Triana raised an eyebrow, "Be prepared to fulfill it in advance."

"Seventeen is the legal age of majority, and there is no hope for it to come earlier." Blaise smiled, "But Merlin, I look forward to it more than you."

Giving the Resurrection Stone to Blaise meant that, for her, there was only one option left for herself.

The blade bearer, with a sharp blade, ends this era.

☆, the final battle

"I know you are preparing to resist. Your efforts are useless, you are not my opponent." This is the voice of the crown, "I have great respect for the professors at Hogwarts, and I don't want wizards to bleed."

"Listen, Neville," said Harry, "we're guessing the snake next to Voldemort is too... but I think it can be dealt with directly. Could you—"

"Hand over Harry Potter. None of you will be hurt, I will keep the school safe, and you will be rewarded." Crown paused briefly, "I will wait until midnight."

"No problem," said Neville.

"Did you hear that, you will be rewarded for handing you over." Triana leaned against the corner.

Harry's hand that held the sword trembled, and made a helpless expression towards Triana.

"I just want to settle things quickly now." He dragged Triana towards the side door of the castle, "Dumbledore said there would be no problem, but I still—"

"Uneasy." Triana answered.

"Almost, I—" Harry's words were interrupted by a sudden spell, and he used a silent "armor protection" in time.The black-robed Death Eater waved his wand, and Triana crouched and ran around the corner of the corridor in embarrassment.

Harry used several disarming spells in a row, with little effect. "I'm sure that's Lucius Malfoy." Harry gritted his teeth at a Death Eater with light blond hair leaking from under the hood, "Voldemort brought them out of Azkaban again." Looking back, he But seeing Triana shaking a ampule with a wand in her mouth, she responded vaguely.Harry looked at the golden semi-liquid inside and had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Triana smiled brightly at him, gulped him down mercilessly with his left hand, and cast several transformation spells one after another with his wand in his right hand.Harry nearly choked on the apple-like potion, whether it was rotten or fermented.

"I can't fool old Malfoy by imitating Malfoy." Harry ran out of breath, "Also, when will you—"

"Pretending to be dizzy." Triana said succinctly, dragging him halfway down, pointing his wand at his carotid artery.

"Where's Potter?" asked a hoarse Death Eater, his wand glowing red.Lucius was wearing a silver mask, and Triana couldn't see his expression, so he just scraped the wand back and forth on the side of "Draco" a few times. "I don't know." She shrugged. "There are only two directions in total. You should search separately."

This sentence obviously angered the other party, and the hand holding the wand has already been raised.

"Lestrange." Lucius pressed his wand on his wrist.

"Don't tell me your son is there and you're going to grovel." Lestrange sneered, "Besides, I don't know if it's true or not. If it's that kid Potter pretending—"

In response, Triana tapped "Draco" on the cheek, and an inch-deep gash opened on the latter's face immediately.Harry snorted at the sudden onslaught of pain, curling his fingers tightly into his palm.

Lestrange fell silent. If he really didn't care about Draco's life, Lucius would never stand idly by.

"I'm a classmate with Draco, and I won't attack him unless necessary." Triana raised her chin, "I'll remove the stun spell for him when you're far away."

By the time the two Death Eaters were gone, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion was almost over.Triana brushed her sweaty hair out of the way of her eyes and cast a less-than-perfect Quick Healing Charm on Harry, who gave him a glare.

"It's a last resort." Triana spread her hands, "If they hand you over to the crown, they may take your wand first."

"By the way, why do you have Malfoy's hair?" Harry asked, covering half of his face.

"Ah, it was on September [-]st," Triana said lightly, "I pulled out some of his hair, and you were beaten up by him."

Cloaked in the cloak of invisibility, they walked cautiously through the wounded crowd until they reached the gate of the castle.

"You go back." Harry shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I have to say that your Quick Healing Charm is actually not bad, it should help."

He had to go through a death, alone.

Triana was noncommittal, standing on the edge of the castle watching Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak again and disappear into thin air.

Perhaps only Harry trusted Dumbledore so much.she thinks.

hall.

"Harry Potter is dead." The crown's voice was amplified too many times, and Triana frowned, and carefully sprinkled white fresh on the wounded wound.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed while escaping, and while you gave your life for him, he looked out for himself and them. I bring you his body to prove that your hero is indeed dead. "

Clever words and tricks turn black and white.The voice in Triana's heart was interrupted by the wounded man's cries of pain. She apologized softly, stood up and looked outside.She wanted to see Dumbledore, to see the headmaster of Hogwarts still calm, to let her know that everything was still in his plan.Or someone could stand up and tell her that Harry was not a pawn to be sacrificed.

"Now, get out of the castle and kneel in front of me, and you will be pardoned." Seeing the dark crowd of Death Eaters outside, Triana said unhurriedly, "Your parents, children, brothers Sisters too are forgiven, live on, and you join me in the new world we will build together."

Triana saw Harry's body lying lifelessly on his back in Hagrid's arms.

Nothing could be more ironic than that.Triana clenched her wand tightly, her sweaty palm fit seamlessly against the handle of the wand, and the pain seeped into her skin along there.

the other side.

"Gellert."

Dumbledore looked at the elderly wizard standing opposite him.The latter's wand pointed directly at Dumbledore's heart, while Dumbledore's own wand had just protruded from his cuff and was pinched by his slender knuckles.

When he finally spoke, it wasn't any spell Dumbledore knew.

"I won't live long, Albus." The old man called Gellert spoke hoarsely, and the sleeve on the other wrist shook open, revealing a dry and charred hand.

No Horcrux has ever been destroyed without a price.

"I'm still surprised that you would do this." Dumbledore glanced across the old face of the other party, and stayed on the lifeless hand.

"But I'm still very happy. Think about it, I died because of you, but you can still live for a while." Greenwald raised his chin and joked, "The greatest white wizard will live without I am the shadow of the Dark Lord's life."

Dumbledore sighed.

"I should have thought of it," whispered Dumbledore. "Ending an era with a knife... I did it long ago."

"That's all I have to say." Greenwald swung his wand cleanly with his good hand, and his figure began to blur.

"Do you still need someone to persuade you to stay, Gellert?"

"I never liked following people, Albus."

Hogwarts Castle.

Neville broke free of the Body Binding Charm, and the flaming Sorting Hat slid down, from which he drew a silver sword, the hilt gleaming with red gems.Nagini's serpent's head was struck by the sharp blade, and Diadem's wand-holding hand lifted.

"Armor protection!"

Triana seemed to be awakened, and suddenly covered her mouth.

She saw Harry block the diadem's spell.

He is still alive.

His soul is completely his own.

There are no more Horcruxes, just one and only Voldemort.

Ron lifted Neville who had fallen to the ground, but Triana's eyes were inexplicably focused on Gryffindor's sword.Unexpectedly light, and smooth.

The red light meets the green light, Harry is standing on the right, and the diadem is lying in a pool of blood.

But he didn't die.

Although he was bleeding enough to kill any wizard instantly, he was still alive.His chest was still heaving violently, and the anger in his eyes was still alive.And Crown's hand stretched out to the magic wand dropped by someone on the ground due to the Disarming Curse, and waved a familiar gesture.That was the gesture of Avada Kedavra, Triana couldn't cast it, but it didn't prevent her from being too familiar with this gesture.Triana didn't know who the spell was going to hit, not to mention that several Death Eaters had already started to move closer, trying to help their Dark Lord.

Triana thought she knew what was going on.

"Astoria Jorra Greengrass."

Astoria's full name is also her last hole card.

The pattern on the left wrist began to melt, and there was a pain like a burn.

But this is her only chance.

Harry did everything, the only thing wrong was that Diadem's soul was still connected to the Horcruxes, so he would just keep getting weaker, but not dead from their attacks.

The fragments of the soul were not completely separated from the vessel, and Triana almost vomited.

This is something that no wizard can bear.

Feet dropped to the ground again, Triana's wand pointed at the crown's forehead.

Astoria said it was some other compound of the Greengrass family.

No, it is absolutely not.Triana's eyes swept across the entire hall. The tapestry on her right hand side was painted with a family tree up to the ceiling, and the family's crest covered most of the wall in front of her.

This is the ancestral home of the Greenglass family.

What shocked her even more was that there was another thing placed in the center where the cane or something else that symbolized the authority of the Patriarch should have been placed.

Ravenclaw's diadem.

"If you really want to know, I guess it has something to do with Todd Greenglass."

Not about Mr. Greengrass, but about the entire Greenglass family.The reason why Mrs. Zabini was hunted down was because the two families were almost undefended, and she had the freedom to come and go from the Greenglass family's ancestral home at any time.

Astoria and the others left in such a hurry, probably because the crown did not allow them to stay.

But Greenglass, who has always been strictly neutral, really never stood by the crown.

A pass was given to her, breaking the crown's perfect plan.

"Now it's my turn to be curious." Triana's wand tip was condensed with white light, and she tilted her head and smiled, "What kind of spell is there?"

The author has something to say: The plot is finally coming to an end.

The original plot of the next chapter is over, and the next chapter will almost end.

Then I will probably write a few extra episodes... Writing extra episodes is indeed much easier than the main drama [

Do you have any episodes you want to watch?

☆、End

"Greengrass, who seems the least likely to be trusted by you, is actually the one who decides the outcome." Triana pinched the unstained corner of the crown with her fingertips and placed it on the ground in the center of the room.

There was no angry expression on Guan Guan's face, and he couldn't see that he had experienced betrayal and lost his last chance.

Triana held Gryffindor's sword in both hands, quietly aiming at Ravenclaw's diadem.

The crown leaned against the corner, covered in blood.

He was powerless to resist.

But he smiled at Triana, not at all like a dying man.

"Triana, as long as it's you." His tone was gentle, "It's fine if it's you, no matter what."

Up to now, he is still weaving traps, using the so-called "the cruel and cruel Dark Lord loves her deeply" to deceive and confuse her.

She didn't dare to think about what kind of experience it would take to polish a person into this look.

"Crown, no one will trust you anymore."

"The crown?" He whispered softly, "In your heart, am I not a conscious person, but a magic item that does not hurt?"

He moved his body slightly, and more blood oozed from the wound.

Triana looked away.

She had to do it, because as long as the horcrux was not destroyed, the soul piece inside would never truly die.

"You don't believe me." Crown said softly.

Triana was almost shaken.

"Maybe you can change me."

The Gryffindor sword, which had been stagnant for a long time, seemed to have shifted for a moment, but it still pierced accurately.

"No," Triana whispered, "no one can change you."

For a moment of blankness, she seemed to have lost the ability to think. Pain or happiness was no longer a feeling, but a cognition.

She called him Gaunt, she called him Dior, but she never forgot that he was Voldemort.

The crown disappeared in that corner, leaving only the wet blood on the ground to prove that he had been seriously injured in that corner.

Since that day in third grade, she has refused to admit to anyone that she has ever been seduced by the crown, which is a shame, especially when the knife of the crown is pressed against the artery in her throat, and when she is forced to drink it. The stigma reached its peak when the Potion of Pain Exhausted.

He never loved her, so he used her, threatened her, and treated her life like nothing.

She hated him to the core of her bones, so she fought hard, and finally took his life herself.

Now, he also hated her to the bone.

Triana gasped for breath, the way drowning people do, like she hadn't breathed for too long, or like she couldn't breathe anymore.

Suppressing her sobs as best she could, suppressing her tears, she told herself that the crown was her own fault, she told herself that the crown deserved no one's sympathy.

Triana knelt down and picked up Ravenclaw's diadem.The sapphire in the middle has a crack from top to bottom.

This rift can never be repaired.

Triana never for a moment forgot that he was Voldemort, but she preferred to call him Gaunt, or The Diadem.

"I'm not sorry for this." Triana put her cheek on the crown and said softly, "The dead will live forever in the hearts of the living. Just take this as another kind of eternal life."

Never trust anything that can think for itself unless you see where it hides its mind.

one year later.

"Zabini?!!" Sirius yelled in disbelief, "No!!"

Lupine and Harry, who were talking, looked at him questioningly.

"I hope to have your blessing, Father." Triana leaned on the sofa, "He will come home tomorrow."

"I would never agree!"

"In fact, it's the last step to inform you. You should know that I have promised him." Triana reached out and shook the ring on her ring finger.

Cut first and play later.Well done, Harry thought.

And Sirius looked as if he wanted to tear the ring apart immediately.

He did it too.

"..." I couldn't pull it out.

Triana answered his question thoughtfully: "It's almost like a permanent sticking charm, it can't be removed until death."

"You have many choices..." Sirius hinted, "Harry is a very good boy..."

"Sirius!" Harry yelled.

Sirius shrugged disapprovingly: "Anyway, Zabini can't, I can't think of a worse candidate than this."

"No," Harry retorted, "think Malfoy."

"..."

"You can rest assured about this." Triana said calmly, "Draco got married last year."

Apparently a certain young master had completely put an end to indecision on the matter, and Astoria had taken a wizarding level exam attitude when it came to choosing dresses and organizing the guest list.The two fought quickly in tacit understanding, and Blaise and Triana, who were helping by the side, were caught off guard by the stinging curse.

"Oh no..." Sirius struggled, "Don't you have another choice?!"

Triana thought for a while, "Remus?"

Lupine was so frightened that he almost tore up the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Just kidding," Triana said.

Sirius found painfully that he would rather have Moony as his son-in-law.

the next day.

"Good evening, Mr. Black," Blaise said briskly.

"Good evening, Za, Bi, Ni." Sirius stared at his daughter's forearm in the young man's arms, and the latter told him clearly by action that she would not take her hand away because of his stare.

"Triana has agreed to my marriage proposal. If you have no objection, we will go to the Ministry of Magic to register in the near future."

Sirius wanted to say that of course I objected, but was forced back by her daughter's warning eyes.

My daughter really can't handle it anymore.Sirius wept.

"I heard that your love history is very rich." Sirius gritted his teeth, "I thought you would never get married in this life."

"If you don't meet Triana." Blaise replied.

Sirius gritted his teeth: "Come on, talk sweet words in private, isn't it a bit practical?"

"There is a spell on this ring." Blaise straightened his expression, and stretched out his hand in front of Sirius.

"If you mean that you can't take that one down, I think I already know." Sirius was depressed.

"There's also a testing spell on it," Blaise went on. "Supervise that I can never betray her."

Sirius asked with interest: "What if you betrayed?"

"Cruciatus," Blaise said succinctly, "as intense and as long as she pleases."

"...that's about the same."

At the age of 17, the two made half of their promise, because Triana still had to keep the Blake surname until the next heir came along.Gritting his teeth, Blaise cursed for a week over and over again the succession letter that Triana had signed years ago.

Harry and Ginny's wedding date was actually later than them, but considering that James Potter was born seven months after the wedding, Harry's speed of action was not slow at all.

At the age of 25, Triana finally mastered Animagus proficiently, and was successfully promoted from Professor McGonagall's assistant to a full-time professor, but she was still laughed at by her self-taught father at the age of 16 for half a month.In addition, since Triana became the professor of Transfiguration, he was ridiculed by Snape as the worst ever.For this reason, Triana insisted on calling Snape by his nickname, and often invited his father to the castle as a guest.

Two years later, her daughter Zoe was born, and Blaise gleefully registered her as "Zoe Black" and, incidentally, changed Triana's surname to Zabini.

Triana selfishly wants her children to be in different colleges, so that she can promote her message.Blaise reminds her that the baby is hers.

Triana took it for granted, and Blaise slept in the study.

It was not until the age of 30 that Triana had to admit the words of the late Professor Slughorn.

Love really cannot be imitated or created by any means, be it spells, potions, or so-called techniques.

The author has something to say: it is a little different from the plan

I wanted to write about my time in school, but I feel like everything is over.

The heroine's mother's episode is already being written! 【Joyful

☆、Zoe Extra Story

That's my diary, but I haven't written in it since this summer vacation.

I flipped through a certain page of the diary, and when I scanned the beginning of the words, the color changed in vain. I didn't even read the sentence, so I slammed it shut and threw it back into the drawer.Intuition controls the hand