Chapter 37 I hope it’s okay
Upon hearing Ron's words, Hermione turned around and followed him in the opposite direction of the team without any hesitation.
The prefects were all busy maintaining order in their own colleges, and no one paid attention to these two retrograde little carrot heads.
"Jesus, I hope nothing happens to Harry," Hermione said.
"How could it be?" Ron said firmly: "He is the boy who survived the catastrophe. The mysterious man also broke his sword in front of him. How could a mere giant monster hurt him?"
But when he said this, Ron also had a hint of unconfidence.
Creatures like trolls have rough skin and thick flesh, and their resistance to magic is extremely high. The magic spell cast by a first-year wizard, let alone causing damage to the troll, even scratching it is weak.
Merlin's socks, Ron prayed to Merlin in his heart that nothing would happen to Harry! I would go without eating chicken drumsticks for a year just for this!
Harry, who was worried about the two of them, had just pulled up his pants.
He actually wanted to take advantage of the Halloween dinner to sneak into the crypt under the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to have a look.
After all, the dinner party was crowded, so it wouldn’t be surprising if there were one or two missing students.
Going to the bathroom was the perfect excuse to get away—not just an excuse, but he really wanted to drop by.
When he put on his robe, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why are the dull footsteps of "dong", "dong" and "dong" heard from outside?
At the same time, a foul smell hit his nostrils, and Harry knew what it was almost instantly.
Heavy footsteps, foul body odor, what else could it be but a troll?
He pushed open the compartment door, looked up at the door, and happened to make eye contact with the giant monster standing at the door.
The giant monster at the door was twelve feet tall, with dull skin that was as gray as granite; its head was the size of a basketball, and compared to its huge body, its head was really pitifully small.
The troll's hand was also dragging a thick wooden stick, which was even taller and thicker than Harry's entire body.
It obviously hesitated for a moment, and its pitifully small brain ran overclocked. After estimating the size difference between the "little man" in front of it and itself, it roared madly.
Harry frowned in disgust, this thing... has bad breath.
Although the troll's IQ is not high, it still felt Harry's disgust and contempt. It was angered by this villain's pretentiousness!
But its pitifully small brain simply didn't understand why such a villain's first reaction when seeing it was not to run, but to stand there and stare at it, and even had the mood to show disgust.
Harry was very angry now, very very angry.
I just heard about the death of my old friend yesterday. I originally planned to go to the crypt to check for traces of the past, but I didn't expect that my way was blocked by such a stupid man halfway.
There was no way the professors would be unaware of the presence of such a giant monster in the school. By the time they arrived at the bathroom, there was no way they could escape.
The troll raised the huge wooden stick and showed a ferocious smile.
The same goes for Harry.
Don't you think this is a coincidence?
I just happened to be in a bad mood today, so a sandbag with rough skin and thick flesh was delivered to my door...
Even though his brain capacity was not large enough, the troll noticed something was wrong at this time.
Before it could react, it saw the little man in front of it pull out a small wooden stick that was much smaller than the one in its hand.
"Expelliarmus!"
A red light flashed, and the wooden stick in the troll's hand came out. However, the wooden stick did not fall to the ground. Harry decided to use such a hard-earned sandbag to vent his anger!
He took a deep breath...
Then he rolled his eyes and groaned, the troll's body odor was really too damn strong.
Seeing the weapon in his hand being disarmed into the air, a question mark slowly floated over the troll's head, and he stretched out his big hand to get the wooden stick back.
He couldn't figure out why he suddenly couldn't hold the weapon in his hand.
"Hey, you silly guy!" Harry yelled, and he used Transfiguration to turn the broken door panel into a thick iron shackle, which was fastened to the troll's ankle.
The troll made a rude noise and turned its head to look at Harry with its ugly little eyes.
Harry controlled the stick and flicked the wand in his hand hard!
The wooden stick also followed Harry's movements and hit the troll's body hard.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
Although the troll was rough-skinned and fleshy, it still felt really uncomfortable to be hit by a wooden stick controlled by Harry's magic.
Harry continued to control the wooden stick in the air, moving left and right, avoiding the vital points and hitting the troll's body hard.
The pained troll howled in pain and kept dodging, trying to avoid Harry's attack.
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But this movement didn't matter. Due to the existence of the transformed iron shackles, the troll's body immediately lost its balance and fell to the ground with a plop.
Harry would not let the giant monster go just because it fell to the ground. Not only did he want to vent his anger, but also because the giant monster clearly wanted to attack it just now.
The school wouldn't expel the little wizard just because he beat up the troll out of self-defense, right?
He thought idly, and did not stop the movements of his hands, still controlling the wooden stick to hit the giant monster's body heavily.
The troll regrets it now, very, very much.
Why did you end up in this strange house and get into such an inconspicuous little trouble?
But now it was completely unable to resist Harry beating it like a sandbag, so it could only cover the place where it had been beaten and howl in pain.
The pain, regret and begging for mercy in the howl can be heard even by the Flobber caterpillar.
Ron and Hermione also heard the troll's voice. They were extremely anxious. Was the troll venting its anger? Has it discovered Harry? Or...is it beating Harry into Harry?
"Harry... Harry, will he be okay?" Hermione asked with a tearful tone.
"No, definitely not!" Ron shouted anxiously, his legs moving faster.
The two of them had put the danger aside and were filled with concern for Harry's safety.
"Yes, is it this door?"
Ron listened to the muffled sound coming from the room and the troll's venting howl, and swallowed involuntarily.
"Wait a minute, push it open quietly and take a look -" Hermione grabbed Ron who was about to push the door violently, and whispered: "Don't alarm the troll first, in case it just vents on the interior of the bathroom. ?”
Ron thought she was right, so he gently opened the door.
Then, he saw a scene he would never forget.
(End of chapter)