Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 152 Walking with the Troll

Originally, Snape wanted to continue to scare Ron, but Fish suddenly rushed out and interrupted his plan.

He pouted regretfully, then ignored Ron, who was still doubting his life, and strode towards the next room.

Since he couldn't scare Ron, Snape didn't intend to waste too much time here. After all, among these levels, the trolls are the most dangerous.

Although he passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and crammed Harry with many ways to deal with trolls, that boy Potter, like his hated father, was a brainless Gryffindor. God knows what he taught him. How much has been mastered.

"Well, Ron, you're not dreaming."

Dumbledore smiled and stopped Ron from knocking himself on the head, trying to wake himself up from his sleep.

"What happened is a bit complicated, and I will explain it to you later. Now, follow us to see Harry's next performance."

Ron, who still couldn't fully recover, looked at Dumbledore with a confused expression, not knowing how to react for a while.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall's stern voice sounded in his ears.

"During the curfew, you went to an area that is expressly prohibited by the school regulations. Do you want to be expelled?"

Suddenly, the sense of reality that Ron has been lacking came.

His face turned pale in an instant, his lips trembled slightly, and he looked at Professor McGonagall with horror in his eyes.

Professor McGonagall just stared at Ron with a straight face for a while, until he felt that he was having difficulty breathing and was about to pass out again, a faint smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.

"But because you are not afraid of powerful enemies, I won't punish you this time... You played well."

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to Ron, then led Fish to the next room.

"Minerva, this is not fair meow!" (●ΦДΦ●)
Fish protested angrily: "Why meow, I will be squeezed in the face by you if I sneak in!"

"Because they came in to stop bad guys from stealing the Philosopher's Stone, and you came in for fun!"

"That's, it's not meow! Fish is also here to fight bad guys!"

"Don't lie!"

"Minerva, you like to lie, meow! No, meow! Fish didn't lie!"

"Let's go," Dumbledore patted Ron, who was getting a little confused again, "don't you want to see if Harry and Hermione got the Philosopher's Stone in the end?"

"Professor Dumbledore, what is going on here?"

Ron followed Dumbledore, asking with a complex expression. Although he still didn't understand the specific situation, at least he understood that every move of himself and Harry was actually under the control of the professors. .

It made him feel like an idiot.

Dumbledore could easily see what was going on in Ron's heart, and he comforted softly: "You have actually done a good job, but you have too much prejudice against Professor Snape, so you have overlooked some details. Of course, Severus has his own problems, and it can't be all your fault."

The two talked and came to the room where the troll was. Harry and Hermione were still dealing with the troll at this time, while Snape and Professor McGonagall stood by the door and stood by.

Fish, who was standing beside Professor McGonagall, looked at the troll in the arena with disgust. (● benefit)
Although Dumbledore had cast a curse on his body to block the smell, Fish still cast an extra bubble head spell on himself, which made him look a little funny now.

Without thinking too much, Ron came directly to Fish.

"Red-haired No. [-], do you want to soak your head and curse meow?" Fish asked, shaking the wand in his hand.

"Uh... no, thank you."

Sniffing his nose, Ron shook his head and found that he didn't smell any bad smell. He was about to ask Fish to see if he could learn more about what had happened from him when Sneaker suddenly rang. Puna's obnoxious mocking sound.

"I knew early on that my opponent was a giant monster, and I have been prepared for such a long delay. It seems that Ms. Know-it-all just barely passed in theory, but the actual operation is simply a mess. As for our savior... Hehe."

"As first-year freshmen, I think the performance of the two of them is already great."

Professor McGonagall glared at Snape in displeasure, and defended his student.

Ron also glared at Snape, "That's because I'm not here! According to the plan we made at the beginning, I would be in charge of attracting the attention of the troll, Harry would be in charge of interference, and then Hermione would give the final blow. Now Without me, of course they have to adjust their plans!"

Snape glanced at Ron lightly, sneered at him and then looked away, not bothering to argue with him at all.

Ron, who was ignored, gritted his teeth angrily, but he only dared to contradict Snape just now with his enthusiasm for a while. Now that his sanity has returned, he can only silently cheer for Harry and Hermione from the sidelines.

In fact, the plan they made at the beginning was pretty good. Although creatures like trolls are powerful, their brains are not very good, and their reactions are relatively slow.

If the plan is successful, it doesn't even need three people, one can lure the other to cast a spell, and the giant monster can be easily eliminated.

But plans are just plans.

When confronted with the twelve-foot-tall, ugly and foul-smelling monster, Hermione's mind went blank in an instant. Although Harry still had a little courage left, the plan they had made before Well...he completely forgot about it.

Fortunately, after Hermione was stunned, she was quickly woken up by Harry's eager shouting, she hastily raised the wand in her hand, and shouted at the troll's feet: "Quickly imprison! "

A thick rope flew out from the tip of Hermione's staff and wrapped around the troll's ankle. Although the rope was almost torn by it the moment it was wrapped around it, it also successfully completed its mission - to wrap the troll Blame for tripping.

"Trolls are powerful, but they are stupid. Their thick skin and flesh can resist some weaker spells, especially for beginners like us. Don't try to use spells to directly cause damage to giant monsters. Choose as much as possible." Ways that can cause collateral damage..."

Hermione kept repeating Snape's teaching in class, while her brain was running fast, recalling the battle plan they made before.

Seeing that the troll was about to get up again after being tripped, Harry swung the wand in his hand quickly, casting Leg-locking Curses on it continuously.

"Stand dead when your legs are stiff! Stop dead when your legs are stiff! Stop dead if your legs are stiff!"

It's a pity that the effect is minimal.

It was Hermione who turned a nearby rock into a mouse in time to divert the troll's attention, otherwise Harry would be chased all over the room by it again.

Seeing Hermione's performance, Snape, who had been taunting at the side all the time, fell silent, but after seeing Harry's poor performance, he laughed contemptuously again.

"Hmph! I don't know what this idiot listened to in class."

"...The giant monsters are slow to respond, which is related to their underdeveloped pain-sensing nerves, so most of the injuries that affect them, the giant monsters don't care too much...Harry, don't use this kind of direct effect on them. The spell on it."

Hermione continued to mutter, lowering her voice to remind Harry.

"Then what should I use?!"

Harry yelled back, and managed to get the troll, who was chasing the little mouse, to turn its attention back to him.

In the eyes of Fish, who was very good at fighting, Harry's behavior was like those dumb chickens that barked and exposed their positions when he was only hunting in the past.

The little cat didn't have any idea of ​​taking care of the face of the classmates, so he laughed outright.

"Meow hahahaha! Minerva, Scarhead is so stupid!" ╭(●｀●)╯

Fish tugged at Professor McGonagall's sleeve, leaning forward and backward with a smile.

Ron next to him covered his face. As a bystander, he was able to conduct a calm analysis, so he naturally felt that Harry's behavior just now was a bit stupid, so stupid that he didn't even have the confidence to refute Snape's ridicule.

"As an absolute representative of well-developed limbs and a simple mind, giant monsters have small brains, and their stupid heads are their biggest weakness. This is not only reflected in IQ. As long as the giant monster's head is hit strongly You'll faint... that's it!"

Hermione finally recited the solution Snape "sent" to them, and at the same time remembered the plan that had been made before.

She shook the wand in her hand violently, and shouted at the huge wooden stick in the hand of the troll who was chasing Harry: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Suddenly the stick broke free from the troll's grasp, and rose high into the air, then fell with a sudden crash, and struck its master's head with an earth-shattering bang.

The troll swayed in place and fell face down on the floor with a thud that shook the room.

"Nice job! Hermione!"

Ron raised his fist high, jumped up and cheered her loudly, even though she couldn't hear her at all now.

"Hmph! When facing me, a dark wizard who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, she doesn't have so much time to recite the text."

Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and he continued to mock, causing Ron to glare at him again.

"It's already done great. When I was in the first grade, I didn't have the confidence to deal with a troll."

Professor McGonagall was quite satisfied, she praised with a smile.

As a result, Fish on the side got a little jealous. He tugged at the hem of Professor McGonagall's clothes, "If these guys weren't so smelly, Fish would be able to defeat them casually meow!" (ˇˇ)
In order to prove what he said was true, he further emphasized: "Even those giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest are no match for Fisch!"

Then Professor McGonagall grabbed his ear and yelled loudly: "When did you go to provoke the acromant again?!!"

"Minerva, I was wrong meow!" ∑(QДQ●)
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　Compared with sticking a wand into the troll's nostril in the original book, Harry here has made great progress... at least he can use spells.

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