Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Of course, no matter how much the little lions didn't want to see Miss Otter, they didn't try to bully her.

Although many people want to do it - splash ink on Miss Otter's workbook, cut up her school uniform, or add some weird potions to her breakfast.

But Harry's attitude towards her didn't change in the slightest.

Still doing homework together, discussing spells and potions.

It was difficult for them to start - no, they were trying to treat Miss Otter as a transparent person for Harry's sake.

Hermione was aggrieved.

She wanted to make up for it, at least to make up for the 40-point deficit. She gave a high-intensity speech in every class, which was really useful. Except for Snape, every professor gave her a lot of points.

In a month's time, although he hadn't earned forty points, he still had more than twenty points, which made the gap between Gryffindor and the other three houses not so big.

But this still didn't change her situation in Gryffindor College, and even made it worse.

The lion cubs are all wearing tinted glasses.

From the bottom of my heart, I think she is acting on purpose.

A nuisance who only knows how to make the professors happy and doesn't care about the college.

Harry is also very busy.

Professor Flitwick dragged him to discuss the seal, and he tried several times without success; Professor Quirrell was unreliable, he had to figure out Defense Against the Dark Arts by himself; and Professor McGonagall's confinement—say yes Confinement, in the past, was to help correct the first grade, followed by the second grade homework, and some extracurricular tutoring by the way.

Gryffindor can't help but be good at Transfiguration.

This is tradition.

He also often goes to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout clean and tidy up, and pick up some herbs by the way.

On weekends, he would visit Hagrid occasionally, and hoped that he would take him into the Forbidden Forest to pick up some worthless gadgets, but Hagrid never agreed.

Busy and busy, it wasn't until Thursday, October 31st, that the first years had their first holiday at Hogwarts - wizards don't celebrate Columbus Day.

The last class on Halloween is Charms.

They began to learn the third spell after the lighting spell and the unlocking spell-the floating spell.

The lion cubs were very enthusiastic about this - they had long since seen Harry wave his wand, let his schoolbag float up and follow him, and his relaxed and freehand gesture was very hot.

But the spell is not simple.

There are many syllables, a full eight, and the gestures are somewhat complicated.

Ron swung his arm like a windmill, yelled loudly, and chanted spells, as if trying to coerce the feather into floating by itself in this way.

But it didn't work.

Feathers are not afraid.

Ron, you are wrong! Hermione's air pressure was a little low, 'g' needs to be pronounced! It must be clear and long.

Ron was a little annoyed, and brought the voice of incantation over—maybe it was on purpose, he had long wanted to yell at Hermione like this: You speak so well, come on!

Hermione raised her wand: Winga-Dimleviosa.

The wand waved and the feather lifted into the air.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands: Oh, beautiful! An excellent levitation spell, everyone, look, Miss Granger has succeeded.

One point for Gryffindor.

But none of the little lions applauded her, and they all treated her coldly.

The little badgers applauded foolishly, and found that the atmosphere was not right. The applause only started and then gradually cooled down.

Until the end of get out of class.

Seamus, under Harry's tutelage, finally lifted the sixth feather after blowing it up, making him squeal with excitement - and the feather exploded in the air.

And Ron...

His mentality collapsed a little bit under Hermione's nagging, and he could still make the feathers move a little bit, but then...he fell to the same level as Seamus.

Obviously you can. Hermione packed her schoolbag, still complaining in her mouth, It's just a little bit short, and you made the feather move by the fourth time.

But you just don't listen to me, if you read it out, we can add one more point, even Seamo's points!

Harry is too good. Now the professors are almost only willing to return the points deducted by Professor Snape. After paying back, they won't give him any more points. We have to work hard...

Is that enough? Ron gritted his teeth and slapped the table.

Hermione shuddered.

With a bang, the book in his hand fell to the table.

No one cares about that point, Miss Granger! Ron gritted his teeth and pulled out the words hysterically, That point doesn't matter at all.

No matter how many points you get, you will not be liked by others. You should reflect on your own problems!

Why doesn't anyone want to be your friend?

It has nothing to do with grades!

It's just that you always talk about these irrelevant and whining things!

Hermione's nose twitched, tears welled up, she picked up her schoolbag, broke through the crowd and ran outside.

Ron opened his mouth, looked at her back, and suddenly regretted it.

You speak a little too strongly. Harry helped him to speak his mind.

No, she needs someone to point out the problem, and then reflect on it. You can speak your mind, but not others, Ron immediately stiffened his mouth.

Harry laughed. Maybe, but I think you'd better apologize to her later.

She just doesn't understand yet, and she is making up for it in her way.

Ron curled his lips, lowered his head, a little reluctantly: Oh, maybe what you said is right.

But once Hermione left, she was nowhere to be seen.

I didn't see her in the next flight class, and when the class was over, I came to the hall, Hogwarts was beaming, preparing for the dinner, preparing to spend Halloween night, and I couldn't see her.

Where's Hermione? Ron probed his head, looking for a figure. He had typed out the draft of the whole flight lesson, and he couldn't work hard. How could he speak out when he couldn't see anyone?

have no idea.

Did not notice.

The other cubs shook their heads.

Lavender responded eagerly: During class just now, I went to the bathroom, and she seemed to be there.

The location is a little awkward.

Ron couldn't get over it either. He ate two pumpkin pies, and when he picked up the third one, he turned to look at Harry: Shall we bring her something to eat?

I mean Hermione.

Harry peeled the potatoes, nodded, and was about to speak.

bang—

The hall door was violently knocked open, and Professor Quirrell crawled in, ran to Dumbledore, and exclaimed in panic: Troll! He escaped from the underground classroom—I thought you knew it.

After finishing speaking, his head fell to the table, and he tilted slightly to avoid diving into the cream of mushroom soup.

The auditorium was in chaos.

Dumbledore raised his wand and shot two purple fireworks: Okay, be quiet.

Prefect, take the students from your academy back.

Percy immediately stood up, put his feet on his feet, and raised his hands high: The senior students give way, let the freshmen and junior students go first, follow me...

Harry, we... Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him, about to follow Percy.

Harry shook off his hand: Go and tell the professor, Hermione may encounter a troll, in the bathroom on the first floor.

Her? How come? Ron was taken aback, a little puzzled.

There's no time to explain. Harry pushed Ron, stuffed half of the peeled potato into his mouth, and ran to the bathroom with the Sorting Hat in his hands.

The demon hunter's years of experience in wind and rain allowed him to string together all the details in the shortest possible time and make a relatively correct judgment.

Lavender said she saw Hermione in the bathroom.

The last lesson was a flying lesson, and the lesson was on the Quidditch pitch. There was no bathroom there, so if you needed it, you had to go back to the castle.

The bathroom on the ground floor was the closest, so there was no need to look too far away, Hermione was most likely there.

If it's just that the troll got out of control and smashed the underground classroom, it would be nothing more than Slytherin and Hufflepuff's heartache - their common room is in the basement.

But this thing is different.

That Quirrell is acting, and it is very likely that the troll was released by him. For an attack? Or just plain bad fun? No matter what the reason was, he probably hoped that the noise would be as loud as possible.

The basement is too small to make too much noise.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat, pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and took out a bottle of sword oil—ogre oil.

Thank goodness.

The good habits of a witcher prevent him from panicking at such a time.

As he ran, he carefully smeared the sword oil on it.

The Sorting Hat suddenly said, Oh, are you going to single out the troll?

If I run into Hermione and a troll, I'll have to do that, Harry replied.

But you are only a first-year wizard. The Sorting Hat said again.

Harry nodded: Of course, I know, so I asked Ron to notify the professor.

As soon as the troll hits you, you will die. Wrinkles appeared on the sorting hat, and it was frowning. That is a very dangerous creature.

Gryffindor met one once, a forest troll, and it took a long time to kill it.

Hmm, so? Harry was unimpressed. Are you going to tell me about weaknesses other than books? Anything but necks?

The Sorting Hat was taken aback, and raised its voice: I'm talking about danger!

Harry ignored it, he was already running down the classroom corridor, and the situation was not good, the scent of the troll and Hermione mixed together, which slowed him down.

What, want to back down? The Sorting Hat continued to yell, Facing the giant monster, it's not a failure for the little wizard to back down, and it can even be said to be a very wise choice.

That Miss Granger may not have had an accident...

Harry shook his head and quickened his pace: No, I'm afraid Hermione is about to encounter the troll.

Also, there's no need to test me.

Even if you are a hat, I can still hear what you are thinking.

I made a choice and it won't change.

The Sorting Hat doesn't speak anymore.

Harry also stopped talking, raised his sword, and he saw—a troll. Gray-brown skin, with dead leaves and silt hanging on it, holding a wooden stick nearly two meters long that mops the floor.

The head was small, and the neck was barely visible, hidden in the fat folds of the head.

It is the most powerful mountain troll among trolls.

Axi!

Harry raised his hand and cast the seal.

The giant monster moves.

good chance!

Harry raised his sword high and slashed at the troll's legs - he was too short now to hit the neck even if he jumped up.

The troll woke up sooner than Harry thought.

He really understood what the book said-trolls usually have higher resistance to spells.

The waking time is even similar to that of Professor McGonagall.

The troll was also quicker than Harry thought - it was dumb, but that was only the brain, not the body.

It stepped forward nimbly and turned around, the sword only hit its right calf.

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