Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The phoenix flies southeast, wandering every five steps.

Fox flew away reluctantly, and Dumbledore was still looking at the children not far away with a smile on his face, just like a gardener watching with satisfaction the saplings he planted growing up.

The sound of broomsticks slicing through the air could be heard in the distance.

It looked like Minerva was coming.

Um? Minerva? Dumbledore looked at the troll lying on the ground and the swaying little wizard, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Zhang Xiao felt that he had recovered and hurriedly told everyone to leave quickly, as the troll might wake up at any time.

Mag was like a light bird, driving a broom through the Forbidden Forest.

Riding a broomstick in such dense woods undoubtedly requires extremely high flying skills.

Feeling the wind whistling by her ears, in Mag's eyes, the trees of different thicknesses in front of her seemed to be players blocking her one by one.

The loud cheering sounds seemed to be heard all around again, "Minerva! Go!"

And the commentator’s passionate shout:

"Minerva McGonagall got the Quaffle! Gryffindor used the Eagle Head Attack Formation!

Okay, reverse pass! Minerva McGonagall used a reverse pass! The Quaffle came to Coverdale Julian.

pretty! Parkin's pincer tactics!

There is nothing Slytherin can do! Compared to Gryffindor's wonderful tactical moves, they were as clumsy as swallow-tailed dogs chasing the ball!

The ball came into Minerva McGonagall's hands again, and she bypassed one, two, or three defensive players!

Now she's facing the keeper!

Oh my God! What's this? Transylvanian feint variant? The goalkeeper was terrified!

The ball went in! What a wonderful goal! Minerva McGonagall! She scored a beautiful goal worthy of being recorded in school history!

Gryffindor! Gryffindor! "

Incomparably warm cheers rang out from the surrounding high platforms, and a nostalgic smile appeared on Magna's no longer young face.

After bypassing the last forest and arriving at an open area, the scene in front of her quickly made her escape from the memories of the past.

What did she see?

Troll! ! And there’s the little wizard who’s stumbling around!

Professor McGonagall made a beautiful turn and jumped off the broomstick. She hurriedly ran to the little wizard who was staggering about to leave.

Worried and eagerly asked:

"Potter, Weasley, Malfoy, Zhang, are you okay?"

Then she saw Neville, who was motionless with his eyes closed.

Professor McGonagall's face instantly turned paler than Malfoy's. She reached out with a trembling hand and touched Neville's neck.

Then he breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Thank God Mr. Longbottom is still alive!"

Ron shrugged and said in a slightly proud tone:

"Professor McGonagall, none of us were injured. Although the troll was very strong, we were still defeated.

In particular, did you see the bag on the troll's head? That's what I hit! "

At this moment, the troll began to grunt, grunting in pain, groping for its stick, trying to stand up.

Professor McGonagall swung her wand without looking back, and an astonishingly thick curse spurted out from the tip of her wand.

The giant monster didn't even have time to scream before it fell down again neatly.

Professor McGonagall retracted her wand, pursed her lips and asked:

"Mr. Weasley, what did you just say?"

Several young wizards shrank their necks, and Ron said softly and obediently:

"It's nothing Professor McGonagall, it's so good to see you!"

Professor McGonagall let him go. Originally, Ron and Harry had imagined that they could add 100 points. After all, these were a few first-year wizards who defeated the troll!

It's enough to be widely circulated in the wizarding world, and it may even make the headlines of the Daily Prophet!

But it seemed impossible for Professor McGonagall to give them extra points, and she looked particularly angry. The little wizards looked at each other, and they couldn't think of anything that made the professor angry.

It’s really not them who are causing trouble this time! I was walking peacefully in the Forbidden Forest when suddenly a giant monster rushed out.

They also want to complain about why there are trolls in the Forbidden Forest!

Zhang Xiao could guess a little, but it was impossible for him to say that he had to pretend to be well-behaved when he should. He knew how Yang Xiu died.

Professor McGonagall conjured several stretchers for them to lie on, and used the Patronus Charm to send a message to Madam Pomfrey.

After waiting for a while, Snape, who had average flying skills, hurried over and saw Harry Potter sleeping on the stretcher at first sight.

He almost collapsed on the ground, but then he realized that he was just asleep. Then he stepped forward with a livid face and checked the conditions of the little wizards one by one (mainly Harry) in detail.

"Minerva, they didn't suffer any injuries. They were more exhausted and frightened. The most seriously injured was Longbottom. He suffered a serious impact and needs further examination and treatment."

After he finished speaking, he did not forget to add:

"I found that my students are in much better condition. Malfoy did not suffer any injuries, Zhang was just out of strength, and judging from the injuries on the troll's body.

The main contribution should be made by him. It must be said that Gryffindor students never disappoint people. "

hiss! ! ! ! Zhang Xiao secretly took a breath of air. With Snape's mouth, he had studied in Zaun, right? He is not a master of potions, he is a master of Yin and Yang! !

Professor McGonagall's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she almost took out her wand and turned Snape into a big bat.

But in the end she held it back and just snorted coldly and said angrily:

"Only the warriors who charge forward will have scars on their chests, and those who hide behind them will remain unscathed!"

The two deans looked at each other and turned their heads away.

Ron didn't want to talk about extra points at this time. He almost retracted his head into his chest. Malfoy directly imitated Goyle's snoring, but unfortunately it was not like it at all.

Only Zhang Xiao was in severe pain, and even with his willpower, he couldn't help but groan.

Seeing this, Snape took out a small crystal bottle from his pocket and handed it over with a rare hint of concern:

"This is the water of life and death that I specially prepared to weaken the side effects. Drink it and have a good rest."

After Zhang Xiao thanked him, he drank it all in one gulp. He felt the liquid pass through his throat, and then his vision went dark, and his whole body fell limp on the stretcher.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey arrived. After just a brief inspection, she took them directly to the school hospital.

Snape was silent for a while, then suddenly said softly:

"Although I always thought that some students would only steal the limelight, be lazy, and be clever, I have to say that they were able to defeat the troll, which really surprised me."

Professor McGonagall snorted from her nose:

"Feat? I just hope they can stay on campus and stop doing any feats!"

Professor McGonagall became more and more angry as she spoke. She pointed at the retreating figures of several young wizards:

"Tell me, how long has it been? How many times have they accomplished such feats?"

Snape frowned and thought about it for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He and McGonagall looked at each other, and an idea came to both of them at the same time;

no! I'm going to find Dumbledore! He promised it!