Chapter 36 Troll
Harry didn't remember how he got back to the dormitory. He only remembered that Ron and Hermione seemed to have a few arguments afterwards.
He hugged his legs, sat in front of the bedroom window, and stared out the window in trance.
The moonlight was like water, flowing through the window into the bedroom, making Harry's shadow grow long.
"Harry?" Ron noticed something strange about his good friend. He had been like this since he returned to the dormitory. He only subconsciously said "um" when he kept calling him, which was very worrying.
Harry finally came to his senses. He looked at Ron and smiled sheepishly.
"Want to play wizard chess together, buddy?" Ron held the wizard chess board, "I know you're in a bad mood, but Hermione doesn't mean that, she's just interested in the person with the same name as you I only read books. I didn’t mention the mysterious person on purpose. Who knew that thing was right next to me..."
"I know, Ron." Harry nodded, his mind was really confused now.
"How about we go sit with Hagrid after class tomorrow?" Ron asked concerned.
"In a few days," Harry said, "Tomorrow is Halloween, and there will be a dinner in the Great Hall tonight."
"Well, I heard that the limited edition Halloween pumpkin pie is delicious." Ron said to Harry, "If you like to eat it, I can give you my share."
Harry was in a daze for a moment.
It was here, in the same room, that Gareth comforted him when he was homesick.
Now when I heard the news about my old friend, he had already passed away.
A hundred years seemed fleeting to him, but to an old friend it was a lifetime.
"Thank you, Ron." Harry cheered up and said, "It's getting late. It's time to go to bed. There is a Charms class tomorrow morning."
"Yes." Ron nodded heavily, but his eyebrows were still twisted, and he was still worried about Harry.
Early the next morning, you can see Gryffindor's first-year classmates happily sitting on the long table to eat.
The official day of Halloween is Friday, which is tomorrow - and there are two periods on Friday morning dedicated to Professor Snape's Potions.
Holidays meant a holiday, and having Friday off meant that there was no need for Potions lessons.
You know! No Potions class with Professor Snape! For Gryffindor! Does it mean anything?
It's just a pity that the afternoon flying class is also canceled due to the holiday.
This is one of the few opportunities for little wizards to touch a broomstick.
Even more delightfully, Professor Flitwick said that after so long, he thought it was time for little wizards to learn how to make objects fly.
"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we have been training!" Professor Flitwick stood on his pile of books as usual and said sharply, "One wave, one twitch, remember, one Shake it off - it's also very important to say the spell correctly - and don't forget the wizard Barufio, who said the 'f' instead of an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest .”
Harry had always believed that the movement of the wrist was actually to help wizards figure out which spell to cast. In fact, when casting a spell without a wand, whatever gestures you need to make and what you have in mind are what you throw out.
"Winguardium Leviosa!" Harry took the wand, pulled the desk in front of him, and flew up leisurely.
"That's great! That's great, Mr. Potter!" Professor Flitwick screamed and jumped happily on the book.
However, when I stepped down, my feet didn't step firmly, and they slipped and fell backwards.
"Leviosa!" In desperation, Harry pointed his wand at Professor Flitwick, who was falling backwards, and cast a levitating spell.
The spell [WinguardiumLeviosa] seems to be just one affix different from [Leviosa], but in fact it is very different. It is not that the latter omits the former. [Leviosa] simply makes objects float, while [WinguardiumLeviosa] can Controls the direction in which objects float.
Professor Flitwick moved his arms forward in the air as if swimming, and said happily to Harry: "Ten points from Gryffindor! What a great spell! Harry, you must have previewed the textbook, right?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry controlled the spell and put Professor Flitwick down. In the entire class, only Hermione managed to levitate the feathers - followed by half of Ron.
Under Hermione's guidance, Ron successfully made the feathers fly, but was distracted when Seamus suddenly made the feathers explode, and the feathers fell back to the table.
"You should really learn Thunderbolt Explosion, or other explosive spells."
On the way back to the Great Hall, Hermione said to Seamus: "I think your talent should have increased somewhat here."
"Are you laughing at me, Granger?" Seamus asked angrily, feeling offended.
"Oh, oh, mate." Ron quickly put his hand on Seamus' arm, "No, no."
"Sorry, Seamus." Hermione quickly apologized to Seamus, "I didn't mean that."
Now that Hermione had apologized, Seamus couldn't say anything else.
After the Herbology class in the afternoon, the much-anticipated Halloween dinner kicked off.
Thousands of bats transformed by magic were flying on the walls and ceilings. There were also dense groups of bats, like low dark clouds, circling and flying above the dining table. When they passed the big Halloween pumpkin, the pumpkin belly was filled with laughter. The flames of the candles flickered.
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"Where's Harry?" Ron suddenly realized that his good brother was missing.
"Harry just said he needed to go to the toilet," Seamus replied.
Ron couldn't help but worry, was Harry still sad? Do you want to comfort him?
God, he must need company now.
But the plate in front of him was filled with a dazzling array of delicious food in an instant, and his attention was immediately attracted.
Let’s eat a chicken leg first and then go there, he thought.
However, the door was suddenly opened, and Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant. His big scarf was tilted on his head, and his face was full of horror.
The students were all attracted, wanting to see what was causing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to be so panicked.
"Troll! The troll is in the underground classroom!" Quirrell ran to Dumbledore and shouted loudly: "I think - you should know about this..."
After shouting, he threw himself forward and fell to the ground.
There was a moment of silence in the restaurant. I didn't know who was taking the lead, and the students suddenly started screaming.
Troll, oh my god...
Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat and shouted: "Quiet——"
Perhaps it was the name of the principal that calmed the students. Everyone immediately became quiet after hearing Dumbledore's voice.
"Prefects!" Dumbledore's voice was low but loud: "Lead the students from your college to the dormitories immediately!"
"Let's go, follow me." The prefects began to organize the students to line up and return to the dormitory. "Don't be afraid of any trolls. There are professors to deal with them."
Just as Hermione was about to follow Percy, Ron grabbed her sleeve.
"Ron? What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"Harry!" Ron whispered: "Harry is still in the bathroom on the first floor! We have to warn him! He is in danger!"
Harry: Let's see who is really in danger
(End of chapter)