[HP] Hogwarts students

When Hermione and I screamed at the same time, it immediately attracted the attention of the tall troll.It turned its head to look at us awkwardly and stiffly, but it was not slow at all. After locking on to the positions of both of us, it walked over dragging a wooden stick as long as an adult's calf.

Hermione cried in horror and hugged me tightly in her arms. I felt the pressure of its approaching, including the constant trembling after the ground was crushed by its sluggish big feet.My mind went blank, but after practicing for so long, I subconsciously grabbed the wand on the inside of the robe. I wanted to attack him, but Hermione pushed me under the sink in fear, and snuggled close to me.

"Boom!" At this moment, there was a loud noise from behind the troll. Did the professor come to save us?I trembled, thinking hopefully.Apparently the troll was confused, too, as it turned slowly, facing us with its ugly, dusty back, and I seized the opportunity to roll away from Hermione's protection, and Quickly raised his wand and shouted: "Quickly imprison!"

A long rope emerged from the tip of the wand, wrapped it quickly around the troll a few times to hold it tight, it staggered, nearly fell, and I saw Ron and Harry holding An old water pipe was thrown at the giant monster, and its small head was hit. It howled in pain and anger, struggled and stomped on the spot, and saw that the thin rope was about to be freed.

Its movements spread too far, and Hermione and I were kicked to the corner of the room by its smelly and dirty left foot. Harry gritted his teeth, stepped on the edge of the rope, climbed onto his shoulder, and beat his wand desperately. Hit the troll's head, but it didn't work, the troll's head was too hard to break easily with a wand.

"No! Harry!" cried Hermione, taking her own wand too, but it stuck momentarily; Ron was a little slower than her, but quickly uttered an incantation: "Feather Gardim Leviosa!" The wooden stick in the troll's hand was hit by a spell, and the stick flew high, attracting the attention of everyone in the bathroom, even the troll raised his head and stared at himself blankly At this moment, the wooden stick suddenly stopped rising, and hit the troll's head with a thud. It immediately lost its strength, swayed on the spot a few times, and fell down facing Ron. .

"Ron!" We were all stunned, Hermione rushed over in fear and worry, Harry turned over and jumped off the troll, and I was still leaning against the wall, panting with lingering fear. "I'm fine!" Coughing, Ron crawled out from under the troll's little head, but it seemed that he was hit badly, and his right arm was swinging in the air.And with the sound of hasty and chaotic footsteps, his hand flung a person who had just rushed in.

"What's the matter? I told you it's fine!" Ron saw us all staring at him, he was a little dissatisfied, but when he found himself patting on a warm body, his expression was more frightened than ours , because when he turned around, he realized that he had been throwing his hands on Professor Snape who barged in.Professor McGonagall, who was at the front, shot at us with serious and angry eyes. Professor Snape glanced at Ron, whose face was green with fright, and then squatted down to check the troll. Professor Quirrell, the most timid, He fainted on the toilet.

I swallowed, my brain racing.To be honest, I have no experience of facing this kind of situation. The only similar memory may be that I accidentally let go of the class pet Bunny in the third grade, and how I faced the teacher at that time...

"Uh!" I clutched my chest, tried my best to breathe fast and irregularly, and held back several breaths to speed up my heartbeat, rolled my eyes and passed out. "Kelly!" I heard Harry's voice and the gasps of the professors. I calculated these, but I didn't calculate the direction when I fainted. My head hit the edge of a sink. Now I Really passed out.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I was lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with some greeting cards and candies next to me, and no one was around.The bright moonlight shone through the cracks in the curtains and shone on the ground and bed sheets, emitting sparkling silver light.

My head still hurts a little, probably from the previous bump.I leaned on the edge of the bed and sat up, stretched my body and grabbed a bag of Bibi multi-flavored beans, opened it and picked a random color and threw it into my mouth.

Well, it's earthy.

"It seems that Miss Morris is in much better condition." Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly sounded, which scared me so much that I was almost stuck in candy. I coughed in horror and looked up at Professor McGonagall, who had a cloudy face. This dignified and serious witch looked a little tired, but more dissatisfied.

"Miss Granger explained that you are going to rescue this brave and ignorant silly girl." Professor McGonagall got closer to me. She stood by my hospital bed and looked down at me with disappointed eyes. , "Miss Morris, do you remember how you promised me last time?"

Too bad, in order to get Professor McGonagall's after-school tutoring last time, I boasted in front of her that my actual combat is also very good, and I will not lose against several senior wizards.

I knew I was wrong, and I lowered my head and grabbed the bed sheet in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Professor. I thought that as long as I practiced more, I would be able to do it. But under the circumstances at that time, I couldn't even remember a spell .”

"I think so, Miss Morris. Confidence is a good state of mind, but overconfidence is not." Professor McGonagall looked at me for a while and said slowly, "Then I think you know it. From today At the beginning, you have to stick to the basic training, and if you have any questions, you should immediately ask the professors."

What?I looked up at her in surprise. I couldn't believe that this always serious witch was smiling at me. She was telling me... Let me keep training, so that I can bother them no matter what the problem is?

I am overjoyed.I was still giggling until the next morning when Madam Pomfrey checked my injuries and rushed me back to the waiting room.When Lavender and Parvati saw it, they immediately rushed down from the stairs and hugged me. Lavender said in a crying voice, "We all thought you were dead!"

"We've all heard what Potter said." Parvati also sniffed, "This is so brave and thrilling! You saved Hermione!" Other students in the lounge also surrounded me, seven I was flattered to express my admiration and pride for me, but I knew that this matter was not what they understood.

I got away from them for a while, and stumbled onto the sofa by the fireplace, where Ron was sitting with his little pet mouse, Scabbers, in his arms, with no one else around.

"Ouch. What did you tell them last night." I sat down next to him embarrassedly. "Where did Harry and Hermione go?"

He touched his nose, put Scabbers on his lap, watched it eat bread, and responded vaguely: "Just like Hermione said...she went to the library early in the morning, Harry went to training."

I stretched out my hand and stroked Scabber's head gently. It looked back at me vigilantly. I held it in the palm of my hand and observed it with interest: "I feel that Scabber's hair is very rough." Ron sighed : "Who says it is not? It has lived in my house for more than ten years, and no one is sure whether it will die tomorrow."

I could see that Ron was annoyed by the mouse, so I rubbed Scabbers's back reassuringly and put it back into Ron's hand: "Don't say that, Ron. I think it's still alive and well in your house." Very happy, which mouse can live to be more than ten years old. I think it must like your family so much that it doesn’t want to go to heaven.”

Ron grinned, finally laughed, and hugged Banban affectionately in his arms: "You're right, Kelly. In this case, I have to let him spend the last days of his life without any worries. Days will do."

I looked sideways at the intimate owner and pet in front of me, and suddenly had an idea.

In the days that followed, I kept reading all kinds of spell books, from life spells to combat spells, I read all kinds of books, and I even asked Professor Flitwick specifically.

"Is there any kind of spell that can prolong the life of small animals?" I asked, but Professor Flitwick answered helplessly: "Dear Miss Morris, no matter what spell it is, it cannot be compared with normal life, old age, sickness and death." Struggle, let alone a pet mouse. I think the only person who can prolong life is probably Nicole Flamel."

I was a little disappointed, but I still asked persistently: "Nico Flamel? Who is it?" "Oh! He is a great alchemist. If he is not dead now, he may be 665 years old." Free Professor Wei blinked, "But maybe, a few years ago, some people insisted that they saw Nicole Flamel himself in Paris."

I don't care about that. If I could see him in person, maybe I would have some ideas, but now I can only go back to my bedroom disappointed, flipping through the books on the desk, in exchange for Hermione's approving eyes.

"Lavender, what is this?" Parvati curiously fiddled with a small bottle of potion on Lavender's bedside table, reading the label on it.

"Oh, that's my hair magic potion. I bought it at Mrs. Primpinell's beauty potion shop before school started, but I kept it at home. I begged my mother to send it to me two days ago." Lavender walked away In the past, proudly held up the bottle of magic water to drip on the comb, and combed her curly and messy blonde hair one by one.

Miraculously, her blond hair immediately became shiny, smooth and neat, almost like a piece of beautiful satin, Parvati couldn't help but wow, and even Hermione glanced at it several times.

I blinked my eyes and stared at her long hair. Just like in the cartoon, a bright light bulb appeared in my mind. Although I can't make Banban prolong his life, I can at least make it I have a way to spend the rest of my life decently!