[hp] Pure White Age

in their own appearance.

It was dark inside.Ron's hearing became particularly sharp, and suddenly, he seemed to hear slight footsteps.

It's Harry!He let go of Malfoy in surprise, and started to feel his way to the door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Ron had just touched the doorknob when a force behind him pulled him back.Both were of the same age and weight, and the other party was probably not ready. Ron's back hit Malfoy's chest heavily, and the two of them fell into the corner together.In the darkness, Ron heard the other party's "hissing" inhalation.

He was confused and frowned: [What's wrong with you, it's Harry. 】After speaking, I will get up.

【Sit down for me, don't make any noise! ] Malfoy's voice finally showed anger and fear, he tried his best to restrain the volume, 【It's Filch! 】

Ron leaned back in fright, and threw himself back into the opponent's arms. The pain made Malfoy gasp again and again, but he still tacitly put his arms around him to help him sit still.Slytherins were always so afraid of breaking the school rules that they were counting on winning back-to-back crowns at the end of the term.Ron, feeling more relieved than ever, stuck out his tongue in the dark.

He had never known, though, that Filch would be patrolling the trophy room at night.

The opponent's face accidentally rubbed against his neck, and the cold touch made Ron tremble suddenly. He pinched the opponent's face backhand in retaliation, which was soft as expected.The other party's breath trembled, and he reciprocated by strangling his waist viciously. The force was unexpectedly strong. Ron thought that he probably underestimated this soft-legged shrimp, and now he couldn't move at all.

[Squeak—] The door of the showroom was opened, the dim light in the corridor cast a shadow on the ground, and a black silhouette stood at the door.

[Dare to tease me, damn it. 】Filch nervously raised his head and sniffed the air, bared his teeth and complained: 【The Malfoy family are all liars...】

The body behind him froze for a moment.In a blink of an eye, Ron understood everything. Malfoy, the bastard, encouraged him and Harry to come to the prize showroom to duel, but secretly reported to Filch!

But why did he come here himself?Maybe he just wanted to make sure we were all there.Ron gritted his teeth and answered his doubts, even though it sounded untenable.

【Lumos.】When Filch's footsteps gradually faded away, Draco pushed away the red hair wrapped around him, and calmly recited the Illuminating Charm.For some reason, he prayed inwardly that the redhead wasn't as smart as he thought.

[Lumos.] The redhead lights his wand with his back turned to him.He turned and Draco noticed his cheeks pink with anger.

【you do this delibrately. ] Weasley probably hadn't recovered from Filch's fright, and lowered his voice: 【You know the school rules...you want me and Harry to be expelled from school! 】

The other party was too self-indulgent, Draco thought darkly.All he wanted was for Harry to be expelled, Weasley was just a ridiculous sidekick, and Harry was the Wonder Boy who had humiliated him on the train.Anyone who is not blind will know whom he hates more.Still, it's okay to make Weasley suffer a little bit, and he can't help but imagine the pitiful look of the other party watching Potter pack up and leave, losing his friend - just like now, with an angry little face, matted red hair and old black robe, white mist from pink lips...

Draco felt something was wrong with his body, it seemed cold, and some places seemed hot, he thought he was sick, damn showroom, damn Ron Weasley.

The two lit wands moved farther and farther apart, the heavy ringing of the bell echoed in the corridor, and midnight came.

【you lose. 】Draco laughed hard, his body was not feeling well, and he just wanted to end it as soon as possible.It frustrates him a little, he should have enjoyed Weasley's deflated expression - and maybe the pain, but the poor man has been let off by his "best" friend.What is the bet?Harry's package?He regretted that he should have made Weasley kneel with his scarf, or bend down to lick his shoes.

The other party took a deep breath, put down the wand and put it in his pocket: [I didn't want to tell you, bastard, because you were uneasy and kind in the first place.But it's okay to tell you. 】His pink lips pursed into a comfortable smile:【Professor McGonagall gave Harry a Nimbus 2000 because he was the youngest Seeker in this century. 】

The platinum-haired complexion changed drastically. Ron was very proud of this result. He raised his head and pretended to remember in revenge: 【What did you say about your house last time?Comet 260?Comet is good, but nowhere near the Nimbus 2000. 】

The other party's face was so gloomy that dripping water, Ron wondered that he was not as happy as he imagined, he curled his lips: [Goodbye, oh no, Merlin bless you never see you again, you guy who can only play tricks. ] After finishing speaking, he quickly opened the door and ran away.

Ron controlled the footsteps and returned to the Gryffindor lounge as quickly as possible. As soon as he sat down, he saw Harry and a group of people scrambling to get in from the round hole.

[Hey, Ron! 】Harry greeted him out of breath, 【I'm so glad you're here, I was worried that you were being bullied by Malfoy. 】

[Why didn't you come. ] Ron said angrily, but he realized what Harry might have experienced, and explained in a soft tone: [We waited for you for an hour, and you didn't come...so nothing happened. 】

[I'm really sorry, I went the wrong way on the way and encountered a big incident. 】

[You can never imagine what we saw. 】Harry put his hands on his hips and looked at Hermione, but the latter turned his head angrily, so he had to add dryly: 【I think I know where the mysterious package is hidden. ] Neville stood aside helplessly, with tears in his eyes.

Resentment grew in Ron.He regretted that if he hadn't run to the showroom earlier, he could have tracked down the package with Harry, the package they'd been chasing all over the library together!

But the fact that it was Hermione who accompanied his best friend on the adventure... and Neville?And he stayed with Draco Malfoy, and was almost caught by Filch!Although it wasn't Harry's fault...

Ron didn't know what was wrong with him.Across from him, Hermione was complaining and reasoning, and even Neville knew more than he did.For the first time, Ron felt that he didn't want to ask [what happened? ], he thought something was wrong with him, so he had better sleep first.

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Draco felt something was wrong.He tried to hurry back to his bedroom.The roommates had gone to sleep, and there was the sound of snoring under the curtain of Crabbe's bed.Draco grabbed his pajamas, deciding he still had to take a good shower, he couldn't stand the wrinkled robes anymore.

When he came out, Goyle's snoring sounded too.Draco slammed himself down on the soft bed and closed his eyes.He had thought he must be sick, but it didn't seem like he was.

He fell into a state of extreme stupor, and the snoring of Goyle and Crabbe disappeared at some point.In the dark bedroom, he smelled a vague smell.His brain was blocked, and he was annoyed for a while that he couldn't distinguish it, and for a while he seemed to know that it was the smell of grass and milk, mixed with a greasy sweet smell.

He took a deep breath, swallowing the scent greedily.

[...Draco? ] A childish voice called his name suspiciously.

The aroma suddenly disappeared, and he sat up impatiently, but his pupils dilated in the next second.

Ron Weasley is here.In the Slytherin dormitory.

It was weird, but it was him.The little red-haired poor man was carrying a teddy bear. His yellowish-washed but extremely soft white nightgown was obviously too big, covering his tall and thin body, revealing a part of his collarbone.As in the trophy room, Weasley had red hair in a messy curl, blue eyes, a pale face, and a pink mouth.

Draco licked his lips and curled his toes unnaturally.

Weasley walked up to him with a dazed expression, imitating his example and licking his already shiny lips. Draco stared at the little pink tongue, suddenly feeling parched.

【Why do you want to sleep in my bed. ] Weasley frowned.

Draco stared at him blankly.This is obviously his bed, he wants to tell this fool.

But he seemed unable to fully control his body, what he said was: [Sleeping together, is there a problem? 】

【All right. 】Weasley's brows widened, and he threw himself into his arms without any suspicion, and there was grass, milk, and sweet aroma again... Draco felt that he was going crazy.

[Ron, don't be like that...] He struggled subconsciously.

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Blaise Zabini didn't sleep deeply, wondering where Draco was going.In a daze, he heard the sound of his body rubbing against the sheets from the next bed, and his roommate's heavy breathing made him completely open his eyes.

He was about to ask aloud, but the other party suddenly lifted the bed curtain.Everything was obscured by the bed curtain and the moonlight, and Zabini instinctively felt that his arrogant blond roommate was sitting upright on the bed, digesting some unbearable facts.

Zabini was thinking whether to get up and have a look, but an unusual smell invaded under the curtain of his bed domineeringly without leaving him any time to hesitate.

Mint julep, Zabini thought.He didn't know that in addition to being sweet and spicy, the mint taste could also have dizzying and hot effects. The strong alcohol was strong but tempting, which made him uncontrollably think of his roommate's cold gray-blue eyes and white tenderness. skin.

He shook his head vigorously, feeling much more awake.That's when he heard Draco get off the bed and head for the bathroom, his steps light but urgent.

In the blink of an eye, his mother's previous education jumped into Zabini's mind.Yes, he thought in amazement, this is the smell that will accompany Draco for the rest of his life.

His roommate, that arrogant pureblood, matured one step ahead of them.

☆、Chapter 12

There was no doubt that Ron considered Harry his best friend, but it was difficult for him to articulate his attitude towards Hermione.

The eccentric know-it-all lady with tousled brown hair and chocolate eyes, Ron had to admit, was a little bit nicer when she raised her head and started explaining proper nouns that no one understood - he didn't know Did Harry notice it, but when Hermione spoke, Harry tended to listen more carefully than he did.

On the second day of the failed midnight duel, Ron came out of his little awkwardness and spent a whole Transfiguration class listening to Harry explain the ins and outs of the night.To Harry's disappointment, neither Hermione nor Neville showed any interest in the package, and Hermione hadn't even spoken to them since that night.

On Halloween, Hogwarts is in a fantastically festive mood.Students in the upper grades practice spells under the command of their teachers. Thanks to them, the lower grades can often be hit on the head by pumpkin lanterns and colorful banners that appear in the school corridor, and then get an insincere apology.Ron's most [scary] brother, Fred Weasley, unexpectedly professes his love to Angelina with a lit pumpkin firework at the restaurant, and love is returned.Just when Professor Snape was about to deduct points from Gryffindor, he was stopped by Dumbledore's gentle eyes.

[There is nothing more romantic than confessing your love on Halloween. ] said Fred.

[That's what I said, but I have to have someone to confess to first. ] George nodded meaningfully to Ron.

[Make it look like you own it. ] Ron muttered unconvinced.

[Actually I have. 】George was not angry, he pouted at Fred, 【You say, can Angelina tell us apart? 】

【have no idea. ] Fred said, 【If you can not play tricks, I can consider asking her to give you a loving hug and two close kisses on Halloween. 】

Ron watched his two elder brothers leave shoulder to shoulder, and for the first time had the illusion of powerlessness in life.Standing by the sunny school window sill, he sniffed his nose sharply.

【Do you know what Fred and George smell like?Cheese with durian!I feel so sorry for Angelina! ] During Potions class, Ron said to Harry angrily.

【What smell? ] Harry was clearly confused.

【you do not know? ] Ron tried his best to control his volume so as not to invite Professor Snape.He was so excited, Hermione wasn't there, it was finally his turn to teach Harry something.He happily told Harry what his parents had taught him, but he didn't notice that the person on the left froze when he flipped through the book.

[As long as one of the parents is pure blood, this person will emit a special smell when entering maturity.This smell will be with him throughout his life, most of the time it is faint and barely noticeable, but it can become strong in special cases. 】

[What is a special situation? ] Harry asked ignorantly.

Ron slumped his shoulders.He didn't know, his parents only told him it was a "special situation". [Maybe it's when I'm angry, or when I want to fall in love. ] He insisted, 【Like Fred? 】

Harry nodded: [So I will have a taste in the future?The same to you? 】

[Yes. 】Ron said,【I just pray it's not durian and cheese.My dad smells like honey when he's angry, so we're not afraid of him, which is fine I guess, but still a little tiresome for a man. 】Under Harry's curious eyes, Ron was troubled by this question for the first time: What if he doesn't like his own smell?Fred and George had a taste in second grade, so what about him?

[Why don't we ask Hermione? ] Harry whispered, 【Maybe there's some pattern in it that we don't know about... isn't it? 】

Ron's eyes brightened for a moment, and he looked nonchalant again: [Oh, yes, you are right. 】

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[Let me tell you in advance that I don't plan to take part in any adventure to explore the mysterious package. I advise you to give up this idea, especially you, Ron, you deducted 50 points for the academy!I'm so curious what did you do? 】

Miss Know-It-All is good at which pot should not be carried.Ron quietly leaned into Harry's ear and said: [What a lovely girl with a good temper. ] Harry nudged him once.

【We're not going to look for that package anymore. 】Ron was surprised that Harry seemed so sincere and well-behaved when he lied, maybe he often did it in the Muggle world,【We want to know about wizard smells, you know? 】

Hermione moved her body unnaturally, but still couldn't help turning around: 【Of course, I know.According to the tradition of Hogwarts, the course of wizard scent will be taught in the fourth grade, but because wizards mature earlier and earlier, they are planning to break the centuries-old tradition and offer this course in the third grade class. 】

Ron and Harry took the seats opposite Hermione.

[I read the textbook in advance.Only offspring with one of their parents being a pure-blood wizard will have their own scent at maturity.This kind of smell is not determined by one's own will. It is the smell that chooses people, not the people who choose the smell.However, there are also professors who have done research and come to the conclusion that 'the smell of a wizard must be slightly related to his appearance, temperament or living habits'. 】

[Each wizard enters maturity at different ages, but basically they are between 13 and 15 years old.The purer the wizard's bloodline, the more likely the age of acquiring the scent will be earlier. Of course, this is not absolute, and it also involves genetic issues.The smell of wizards can affect their constitution, such as causing them to be allergic to certain herbs, or restricting their future Animagus form. 】I don’t know why, Hermione whispered more and more, 【In most cases, wizards need [special circumstances] stimulation to enter the mature stage. If there is still no smell after exceeding the age group, the parents and the school can both Reasonable guidance with approval...]

[Wait Hermione,] Harry interrupted her sensitively, [What do you mean by special circumstances? 】

[Special circumstances are special circumstances! 】Harry didn't understand why Hermione suddenly became angry, and Ron was stared at by her, 【I don't think you need this kind of knowledge yet, why don't you wait until the third grade to ask Professor McGonagall yourself? ] After finishing speaking, she blushed and left her seat.

【baffling. 】Ron muttered,【Girls are so thin-skinned.She didn't even dare to say the words [spring heart sprouting]. 】

[Are you sure it's this? ] Harry is still confused.

[Will there be more excessive? 】Ron curled his lips, and took a bite of the bread hidden in his arms, 【I've heard Sister Patil chatting with Lavender, and that's what makes girls blush, trust me, Harry. 】

【I don't think it's that simple, or... Will she be unhappy because she doesn't smell?After all, Hermione's parents were Muggles. 】

[This is true. 】Ron didn't know why, and felt a little lost.

This loss disappeared completely in Professor Flitwick's magic class.

[Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!A wave, a shake, remember!One wave, one shake! ] Professor Flitwick yelled as he stood on top of a pile of books.

Seamus quickly lit the feathers, and Ron looked at his partner Harry with some sympathy, and a lock of his hair suffered - of course, Ron himself was not much better.

[It's Wingar——dium Levio——sa——] Hermione articulated the Levitation Curse clearly, [Gar's words were long and clear, you made a mistake just now. 】

[Since you are so smart, you should give it a try! ] Ron was already depressed by the motionless feathers on the table, so he couldn't help retorting.

【Wingardium Leviosa!】

【Oh, well done, look everyone, Miss Granger succeeded! 】

Ron was lying on the textbook with his mouth flattened. He was wrong, and Hermione didn't look good at all when she was proud.

[No wonder everyone can't stand her. ] said Ron to Harry as the students in get out of class struggled their way through the crowded corridors.Subconsciously, he felt that if he didn't say something against Hermione, he would be suffocated by the depression and loss in his heart.

【I think she heard you talking. 】Harry looked at the back of Hermione who hurriedly bumped into his shoulder.

[Then, how about that? 】Ron's heart was beating fast, and he said in a low voice,【She must know there is something wrong with her.You see, she doesn't have any friends. 】

The crowd spread out at the end of the corridor.At the corner, Ron felt that the person behind him knocked him hard, and strode forward. The person was followed by two monster followers.

[What's wrong. 】He muttered, stroking his sore shoulder, his mood fell to the bottom.

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At the banquet prepared for Halloween, a thousand bats flapped their wings on the walls and ceilings, and another thousand hovered over the dining table like low clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly blink. These are the work of seniors, and by the time the dinner party is over, they'll turn back into a handkerchief or something.There is no magic in the delicious food served on golden plates, as rich as it was on Commencement Day.

Ron was nibbling on a drumstick.Hermione's seat was empty, and she hadn't been seen since that lesson, which made both him and Harry a little uneasy.They heard the girls whispering and Hermione crying in the ladies' room.

[I went over to ask her if she was okay, and she told me to go to the banquet quickly and leave her alone. 】

Ron pricked up his ears to listen to Lavender's words, feeling strangely uncomfortable, he stood up abruptly.

[I, I want to go to the toilet. 】

Harry stared straight at him, smiled suddenly, and stood up too. 【Me too. 】He said.

As soon as they walked to the door of the restaurant, they bumped into Professor Quirrell.

[The troll—it's in the dungeon—thought you knew...] Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

☆、Chapter 13

The laughter and laughter at the long table of the four colleges died down, and turned into a commotion, and the orange light of the pumpkin lantern also became eerie.

Ron's heart pounded. [Hermione...] he said.

The teachers hurried to the basement classroom.Dumbledore used his wand to make several harsh fireworks explosions above his head, [Quiet!Prefect!Take the students from their respective colleges back to the dormitory! 】

Percy stood up with ease, and said in a clear yet smooth voice: 【I am a prefect, please don't panic, follow me, line up in two lines, don't get separated...】

Harry and Ron managed to escape Percy's sight.They ducked through a group of bewildered Hufflepuffs in the direction of the ladies' room.

【Who is that? 】

【What? ] Ron turned his head suspiciously, but he saw nothing.

[It's Professor Snape. 】Harry looked more excited than usual, his green eyes sparkled, 【Why didn't he go to the dungeon with the other teachers?Now there is when he is needed most. 】

Maybe Ron forgot to mention that before Halloween—that is, not long after Harry got the Nimbus 2000 from Professor McGonagall, he played his first match with Slytherin House, which made all Griffin Surprised by many colleges, Harry won, but the process was extremely thrilling.Harry insisted on seeing Professor Snape staring at him unblinkingly and muttering words during the game - he was sure that the problem with his broomstick was because Snape had put a jinx on it, even Hermione, who was in the cold war with them at the time, said the same.

Since then, Harry has always been concerned about Professor Snape's whereabouts.

[Hmm... maybe... the key now is to reunite with Hermione...] As soon as Ron finished speaking, the moving stairs in Hogwarts, which had been in disrepair for a long time, somehow sensed someone's wishes, and they were almost disconnected. .

Both Ron and Harry were gripping nervously to the banister to keep themselves from slipping through the crack.

【All right. 】Ron shook his eyebrows in fear, 【Harry, you go follow Professor Snape.I'll go find Hermione and we'll meet at the dormitory. 】

Harry nodded: [The door of the toilet is relatively short, I guess the troll won't want to go in. ] After he said this comforting sentence, he quickly chased towards the end of the corridor where Snape disappeared.

Ron told himself not to panic.He walked carefully down the stairs, towards the corner where the women's room was.

In the old corridor, a few lights were off, showing a dim atmosphere, and long shadows moved on the wall. 【Hey, that's your own shadow. ] Ron reminded himself several times, but he seemed even more scared.

At this time, a strange movement came from the end of the dark corridor.Ron stopped abruptly and brought his wand to his chest. He was in the middle of the corridor and there was nowhere to hide.

The voice came closer.Ron squatted down, wrapped himself in the wizard robe as tightly as possible, and covered his eyes tightly.It was completely dark in his vision, and his hearing became sharp.He took a closer look—he thought, um, he thought, it wasn't a troll, it sounded like a student who had been left behind by the line and fled in a hurry—he heard scuffling footsteps, and a small gasp.

Could it be Hermione?Ron stood up and ran forward.

The other party sensed his arrival and sensitively disappeared.All the lights in this section were damaged, and the visibility was very bad. There was a [creaking] sound from the soles of the feet, and Ron couldn't help guessing that the troll had already come here.At this time, even though he still believed that the life close at hand was not dangerous, he still fought a cold war quietly.

Why on earth would he upset Hermione in magic class?Otherwise, these would not have happened at all, and now he may have returned to the warm dormitory, chatting with everyone in full swing.

Ron walked on stubbornly. 【Meeting a companion is better than nothing, please Merlin, even an annoying Slytherin at this time...】

Suddenly, his hands touched the warm wizard robes.

【who?Don't touch me! 】The voice was only tense for a moment, but soon, after sensing a figure similar to his own in the vague darkness, it turned into a kind of arrogant indifference.

Ron was glad he didn't speak first.The other party's voice was so familiar that he felt like vomiting. 【Merlin...】 He groaned in pain in his heart, 【Actually, it doesn’t need to be so effective...】

After that unintentional touch, Malfoy had already taken a step back reflexively (he heard footsteps). 【If I turn around and leave now, he shouldn't have any objections, maybe he will be very happy. ] So, before the bastard recognized him... Ron took a big step back softly, turned and ran.

【stop! 】A burst of heat breathed on Ron's neck, and he shrank his head in fear. Feeling his body being suppressed, he fought hard, but was pushed against the cold wall instead.Two different breathing sounds entangled in the almost completely dark corridor.Ron felt his face almost close to the other's, and at this moment, he sensitively smelled a strange smell, a mixture of cologne, stain remover and... mint, and maybe a hint of alcohol.He subconsciously took a deep breath, feeling his legs go weak for no reason.

Ron knew that his ears were getting hot, and everything after being deprived of vision was distracted by the other party's sudden rapid breathing.Ron didn't understand that the current posture was neither like the poise before the duel, nor friendly at all. He didn't know if the other party recognized him, and it was best not to.

So he still didn't speak.He groped his right hand into the gap between himself and the opponent's robe, and took a chance to push it suddenly—the opponent didn't expect it, staggered back, Ron turned around quickly, and managed to run a few steps forward ——

At this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps from the opposite direction of the women's toilet.Ron's body trembled, and he looked back subconsciously. Malfoy didn't seem to react (it was strange, Ron thought he would jump up and run away), and stood there with his head down.

He should...but he can't...or...

The troll's footsteps were getting closer, and when Malfoy finally looked up, he saw Weasley's flying red hair. 【Run! ] Immediately afterwards, he felt a warm and soft touch covering his palm, Ron Weasley - that annoying red man who was always by Harry Potter's side but had appeared in his dreams The little poor ghost grabbed his hand.

[I'm going to find Hermione in the women's room. ] Ron finally stopped, hugged the handrail of the moving stairs, and said out of breath: 【You'd better go back quickly. 】

[Did I hear you right, Weasley? ] Platinum hair showing that nasty smile, gray blue eyes staring at him for a moment, 【Do you think you can order me? 】

Ron was absolutely pissed off. 【Then you can do whatever you want. 】He said self-defeatingly, dusted off the dust on the wizard's robe, turned around and left, no matter what the other party wanted to do, it had nothing to do with him.

But he heard two footsteps.Ron's eyes widened, and he turned around in surprise to look at the expressionless Malfoy: [Didn't you hear clearly?I, I'm going to find, Hermione! ] He thought that this unlucky guy who believed in pure blood theory would not want to follow him.

[It's not looking for, it's saving. ] Malfoy bit the last word seriously, and a mocking smile slowly unfolded on his face, 【Didn't you hear the footsteps already circled half a circle? 】

Merlin!In other words, the troll was about to return to the door of the women's toilet, and he had to take Hermione away before that!Ron couldn't care too much now, and ran forward - he knew that Malfoy was following him like sticky candy.

The door to the women's room was ajar, and Ron was sweating nervously, and there was really nothing he could do if Hermione went somewhere else.

[Merlin bless me that I can see that Mudblood shivering in the corner. 】Some people still want to be sarcastic at such a critical moment, Ron gave Malfoy a hard look, and pushed open the door of the women's bathroom.

【ah! 】 There was a shrill cry.Hermione was crouching against the opposite wall, so panicked that she dropped her wand at her feet.

A snort came from behind, and Ron wanted to grab Malfoy by the collar and punch him, but he ran to Hermione in two steps: [Hermione, it's me!let's go!The troll is coming. 】

But it seems too late.The three people soon smelled the stench coming from the women's toilet, heard a low grunt, and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground. They could all imagine a twelve-foot behemoth approaching not far away. wandering around.

【We, it's best not to make a sound, we'll run when he passes this door. 】Ron swallowed, and he turned his head to Malfoy's direction, only to find that at some point, the other party had moved to the back of the sink, frowning tightly, and tightly covering his nostrils with his sleeve.

Ron tried to help Hermione up, but it was difficult. [My feet are numb...] Hermione said in a low voice, with a look of shame on her face for the first time.

【Oh, it's okay. 】Ron tried his best to calm himself down,【We're just squatting here, he won't find out. 】

[But there is a light here. 】Hermione looked at the door that was not closed tightly just now and said, 【If the light comes through the door...】

【Then, well, I, I will close the door. ] Ron looked back at Hermione, he hoped that the other party could stop him, but he didn't.But the gaze mixed with gratitude and admiration gave him courage somewhat.His heart was beating extremely fast, and when he walked to the door, the stench became more and more obvious, mixed with the smell of public toilets, it was maddening, Ron put his hand against the door, and was about to exert force, the door was not closed Suddenly there was a flash——

This was the second time he felt terror up close. The first time was the moment when the big spider jumped onto the back of his hand. Until now he could still recall the furry touch.This time, the huge black shadow was only a door away from him. Under the dim light, he saw it turn around slowly. The moonlight hit its dull skin like a huge pile of gravel, and the pile In the gravel, a pair of cloudy eyes turned to him responsively...

Before Ron could cover his mouth, there was a [plop], and Hermione was trying to stand up just now, but fell back to the floor because of the appearance of the troll.The troll turned its head completely towards them, stretched out its arms, and pushed open the door of the women's room with a wooden stick.

Ron felt the blood in his head back up.The open door hid him, and he watched the troll walk in Hermione's direction.What should be done?In a panic, he glanced in the direction of the sink where Malfoy was hiding. He didn't want to admit it, but he was indeed looking forward to the other's help.

Hermione, who had nowhere to hide, was reflected in the troll's eyes, and Hermione screamed, and Ron heard the sound of the wand rolling on the ground behind the door, and his whole body was on fire, Merlin!At this juncture, he couldn't even remember a single incantation!

However, there was still no movement behind the sink, as if that person did not exist.At this moment, he wished Harry was by his side.

After all, what did he expect from a typical Slytherin who played it safe?The other party even scolded Hermione Mudblood.Ron closed his eyes and felt his blood cooling, which was good too, at least it calmed him down quickly.He pushed the wide open door a little, and Hermione spotted him, her chocolate eyes twinkling.In a blink of an eye, Ron uttered the first spell that entered his mind: [Wingardium Leviosa!] He was surprised that he didn't forget to say gar long and clearly.

The troll turned his head suspiciously, but even faster, the wooden stick in his hand quickly broke free from its control, suspended crookedly in mid-air, and slammed into the troll's head under Ron's gesture.Sluggish [Crack! ] With a sound, the troll wobbled and turned towards Ron. It was about to fall, but before it fell, Hermione's wand was at his feet.

[LocomotorMortis! (Leg Lock Curse)] A flash of light floated from behind the sink, Ron opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened.