Leaving Slytherin? Nabri’s long efforts have been in vain!
Slytherin's rules make it easier for Bree to act. As long as those little snakes have eyes, they can understand that he is not easy to mess with, and it is easier to handle him.
Living an independent life is very comfortable. He doesn't want to crowd around a bunch of little badgers and pretend to be good. It's very convenient for him to just show off his strength to the little snakes so that no one will mind their own business.
Bree was walking behind Snape carrying her suitcase, while Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout and Dumbledore had been persuaded by Bree to go back to rest. Next came the internal problems of Slytherin.
"You are not a Muggle, nor a half-blood. You are most likely a pure-blood wizard." Snape said abruptly as he walked in front, dragging his big robes.
"I?"
Snape stopped at the door of the Slytherin common room, turned around and looked at Breton's face and said: "Magic is the answer. In history, people who have strange magic and strange phenomena like you have a pair of powerful wizard parents.
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"Different appearance is not a blood talent, the professors can see that."
"shrewd!"
"Boom!" Following the command, the door opened.
In the lounge, all the Slytherin prefects were there, but the few young wizards who had caused trouble before did not dare to leave.
Bree glanced at these people and chuckled affectionately.
"Oh, I'm finally back."
Malfoy complained softly on the side, yawning countless times.
"Who was Bree Old's roommate before?"
Everyone's eyes turned to Blaise Chabini, the tall, dark and thin boy.
"It's me, Dean."
Shabini did not flinch and faced Snape directly.
"Very good, you go and clean Filch's dirty work for a month, do it yourself, and I will write to Madame Chabini by the way."
"And you... a bunch of troublemakers."
Snape first looked at Bree, then glanced around, and finally fell on Malfoy and said: "Let Mr. Theodore Nott move in with Mr. Shabini, and Bree Old and
You sleep in one room."
Malfoy's eyes widened. He wanted to room with Brea Odd?
It didn't seem to hurt, Malfoy had had enough of Theodore snoring in his sleep.
"Of course, who else would Malfoy be tolerant and considerate of Mr. Odd?"
…
Soon, Theodore moved out of the original dormitory. Bree asked the elves to change to a new set of mattresses and prepare to sleep peacefully. What happened today was too sudden. As for the other little snakes who were still being trained,
He couldn't care less, they parted ways after that.
"how are you feeling?"
Malfoy lay on the bed and said to Breedal.
"It's just a different place to sleep. I prefer the view from the turret. It's too gloomy here and the wind can't blow in."
Bree answered truthfully, but he can't do anything special. He doesn't have the capital to do so now. Of course, there will always be a way. Maybe using unicorn skin can make an alchemy note that can withstand the power of time and space, so that short-term operations can be carried out.
Long distance teleportation, of course, this can only be tested after finding the Huhucao.
Before that, Bree needs to get rid of Quirrell's notes. One way is to go directly to Snape. When two tigers fight, one will be injured, and Snape doesn't seem to like to see Quirrell.
…
The next day, Bree stayed in bed again and didn't wake up until 10 o'clock. Knowing that breakfast was over, Bree quickly ate in the kitchen. Next, he needed to find Snape.
"Enter."
Snape's office was also on the first floor underground, and Bree came to Snape's desk with Quirrell's notes.
"What's important, Mr. Ode?"
Snape looked at the notes in Bree's hand and frowned.
"This is the notebook that Professor Quirrell gave me when he sent me to confinement as an assistant. I think there is something wrong with it. Maybe I can ask the professor for help."
"Oh, thanks to our Mr. Odd for learning to look for professors." Snape said harsh words but honestly took the notes handed over by Bree. After reading for a while, he asked seriously: "I
The smart Oude didn't learn the black magic involved."
"Of course, any black magic requires matching malice. I keep this in mind. I swear by the magic power Merlin gave me. I have never learned any magic in this notebook."
…
Snape was silent for a while, then nodded: "Very good, you can leave. I will go find Quirrell to talk about his problem."
"Thank you Professor Snape."
"Call me Dean, Mr. Old. You admit you are a Slytherin."
"Yes, Dean."
Oded chuckled, appearing very cordial, and quickly left Snape's office. As for what happened next, Bree did not need to be involved.
"According to some accounts, Snape was once a member of the dark force, the Death Eater, but Dumbledore saved him in court and granted him the position of Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor.
Then he can be trusted in some things. After all, Dumbledore can also be trusted."
Thinking like this, Bree connected many recent events.
The werewolves in the Forbidden Forest sent a message saying that there were werewolves from the outside who were provoking them inside. Soon after, the unicorn was chased by monsters, Professor Quirrell's anomaly, the master of the magic stone, and the forbidden area deep in the corridor on the fourth floor, the sound of dogs barking.
Quirrell's master?
Who could it be? Is he a dark wizard, preparing to contact the werewolves from the outside world to attack Hogwarts, and also hunt down unicorns? Is the Philosopher's Stone in the corridor?
And it seems that Snape knows something, and there is a high probability that Dumbledore also knows it, but why do they let Quirrell stay in Hogwarts?
Lure a snake out of its hole? Catch a turtle in an urn?
Aren't you afraid of hurting the little wizard? This is a school, not the Ministry of Magic!
Bree couldn't figure it out and didn't want to get involved. It would be best to stay away from Quirrell in the future and study magic in peace and quiet.
"Damn it, that monster is in the Forbidden Forest, how am I going to find the Huhucao?" Bree sighed.
"Now I have learned everything I can about magic. I have no clue about the combination of natural magic and magic, so I just didn't mention it. The pile of alchemy books in the corner are useless without materials. Now I can only go to the forbidden book area to look for information about it.
The book of the soul...and the library receipt given to me by Professor McGonagall."
Speaking of books, Bree thought of meditation and the parchment given to him by Professor Flitwick. The blessings and curses in the parchment were magical and had the same effect as the forces of nature, but they were inferior to Bree.
version of the magic of nature.
"Maybe I haven't found the trick yet. Maybe I can ask Professor Flitwick if I have time."
After updating her plans for future studies, Bree began to prepare for the charms class at 1pm. Today there are also flying classes and evening astronomy classes, which is very full.
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Entering November, Hogwarts has been covered with ice and snow, and it is extremely cold. Thick ice has formed on the surface of the Black Lake, and Bree rarely goes out of the castle.
The castle was kept warm because of the flame grass potion, and Bree made some of it herself to keep the turrets warm. Although the four-leaf vine could also resist the wind and cold, Bree obviously liked the warm house better.
Although Bree had to go back to Slytherin to rest every night, she spent the rest of her free time in the Corner Tower reading.
Afternoon, inside the corner building:
"Portrait of the Soul is the only book I have hope for."
Bree has often gone to the restricted book area for more than a month. However, because Mrs. Pince checks books every day, especially those dangerous books, Bree cannot take them away. She can only record in the restricted book area with a notebook. The rest of the time
They were all learning other courses besides magic. He couldn't cling to the magic.
Looking at the method of detaining souls recorded in the notes, Brie curled her lips in confusion. This method is too crude. How much soul power can be retained?
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"No wonder, soul portraits don't require too many souls at all. If a lot of soul power is left behind, the dead may not be able to go to hell or heaven, and will become unfortunate..."
Although he has no trust in these hells and heavens, Bree knows that the souls of dead unicorns will go to the original place through seeing the souls of dead unicorns before. Maybe there is a beautiful destination and the beginning of another journey.
start.
"But what if we use natural magic to cast this soul detention magic?"
Bree can't experiment, and she doesn't want to experiment. This is unfair to the soul. Unless she is an enemy, Bree can't cross the bottom line in her heart.
"Only by retaining the bottom line and inner perseverance can we overcome the influence of black magic. This is what the owner of the turret said in his notes. I think this is still applicable to soul magic."
"It's a pity that it's still too rough. It's not completely effective. The owner of the turret sold his soul just because he crossed the bottom line."
Putting down the notes, Ver climbed to Bree's side and said worriedly: "Brie, soul magic is too dangerous. Let's find other ways. Maybe we can ask the professors for help."
professor?
No, this is Bree's secret. He will never tell it to anyone he doesn't trust. Even Ver only told Bree because of the existence of the contract.
"Ver, only I can handle this matter."
"It's like I can only make decisions for myself, and other people's affairs are their own choices. In turn, no one else can decide my fate. Everyone has their own path, and no one will help me unconditionally."
"Maybe I will make the wrong choice, but I have no reason to regret it. That's enough."
"Don't talk about Quirrell's notes, because it's not a secret that cannot be told. Telling it will have no impact on me."
"Quirrell wouldn't kill me just because of a notebook, haha."
Bree got up. Tomorrow is the finals of the Quidditch game. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The rest of the house team competitions have been completed in the previous month. Now it is a game that determines the finals.
In the competition, the Quidditch champion has 150 house points.
It's a pity that Bree has no interest in this game at all. I hope I don't meet Hermione today, otherwise this girl will definitely ask Bree to watch it.
During the previous battle between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, a regular Chaser was injured trying to block a Bludger, which happened to affect the opponent's timing. Otherwise, with an excellent Seeker like Cedric, it would be impossible
It's hard for Llanffindor to win.
And so Hermione can play.
Bree didn't want to get in trouble for rejecting Hermione.
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Today, all the little wizards are still immersed in speculation about tomorrow's outcome, and Hufflepuff, who has just experienced a defeat, is the same. Maybe they are disappointed, but they are still very kind. They are upright and never complain about things that are within the fair range.
If you win, you lose.
"Cedric?"
Cedric lowered his head and was thinking about something when he heard Bree's voice.
"What's wrong, Bree?"
"It must be something wrong with you. Is it because of Quidditch?" Bree sat at the Slytherin dining table and turned to Cedric: "I don't think you should be like this."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about whether I would let others down if I failed just after joining the academy team, although I understand that they will not put the blame on me."
Of course, the gentle little badgers will only blame themselves, not their companions.
"I think you are very good, just keep working hard, but I am not looking for you to comfort you."
"Professor Sprout is taking care of plants that cannot withstand the cold recently. I originally wanted to help, but Professor McGonagall wrote a lot of things in my transfiguration notes some time ago. I don't have time for the moment. Maybe you are willing to help.
...Well, by the way, I would like to ask the professor when he will return my little box to me."
Since the professors discovered the turret last time and Sprout saw so many magical plants from the Forbidden Forest in the flower garden, she took away the flower garden and said that some magical plants cannot be grown like this.
Bree knew that this was Professor Sprout's punishment for being angry at him for entering the Forbidden Forest, but the unicorn buried in the flower bed was a big problem, and it seemed that Professor Sprout hadn't discovered it yet.