[HP]Helen Pan

There are monsters!

This is my first thought.

The monster was fully twelve feet high, and dragged a wooden club in its hand.The heavy steps, against the rustling sound of dragging and sliding past, evoked a weird atmosphere.

With a skin that looks like granite, a bloated body with a small bare head, and huge flat feet, the guy in front of him almost fits the description of a monster in all the stories.

He approached step by step, with a warm stench.Thick shadows spread from far and near, gradually enveloping us.

Apparently the troll didn't see us.He stood by a door, his surprisingly small head was poking his head out to look at something, and after a while he stepped into the room hesitantly.

"There's a key in that door, and we can lock him in!" Harry stared at the door for a moment, his face full of tension and suppressed excitement, and the green eyes behind the lenses sparkled. A strange look.Ron rubbed his palms vigorously beside me before saying, "Good idea!"

I raised my hand to each of these two heads.

"What a good idea?!" I glared at Ron and growled in a suppressed voice, "See clearly! That's the women's bathroom, the women's bathroom on the first floor! Hermione is still in there!"

"What are you doing standing there?" I said, looking at the two boys rubbing their heads. "We have to save Hermione! Especially you!" I pointed at Ron.

At the same time, there was a scream from the women's bathroom, and it belonged to Hermione.Ron's face turned pale in an instant, he swallowed, and walked towards the women's bathroom nervously.

Harry grabbed me as I moved to keep up. "I'll go ahead of you," he said.

When we burst into the house, the troll was only a few steps away from Hermione.

"Hold him!" Harry yelled at Ron, picking up a stone at hand and throwing it at the troll.Taking advantage of the giant monster turning back in a daze, I yelled at Hermione who was crouching under the sink in the corner, "Come here!"

Hermione looked up at me with tears in her eyes, then cringed back at the troll.She was still squatting there, motionless, only a pair of eyes staring at the giant monster in horror.

At this moment, the small-headed monster was clumsily swinging the wooden stick that was as thick as a person in our direction. I glanced at the wooden stick, gritted my teeth secretly, bent over and ran under the stick.I ran to Hermione, trying to pull her up.Just as I was holding Hermione's trembling hands, Harry's shout came from behind.

"Watch out!" Harry yelled behind me.

When I turned around, I saw the giant bared his teeth, and kept gurgling recklessly in his throat. He seemed to be irritated and began to become manic.The stick in his hand came towards me with a piercing roar and the oncoming stench.Just then Harry bravely and impulsively rushed behind the troll and he jumped on his neck!

"Go!" Harry hugged the troll's neck with great effort.The troll was like an angry beast, roaring and shaking his neck frantically trying to get Harry off.The huge wooden stick waved irregularly in the air, causing heart-pounding wind noises.

I dragged Hermione to the door, and Ron was standing there, bewilderedly raising his wand, watching Harry worry.

"Do something!" I yelled at Ron out of control.God only knew how precarious Harry was on the troll's neck, looking like he'd be flung down the next second and turned into a puddle of flesh under the stick.Even Hermione clutched my hand nervously, wet and sweaty.

Ron stared at Harry helplessly, his mouth was open but he didn't know what to say.Just when the troll suddenly bent down and tried to throw Harry off again, Ron seemed to remember something, and his eyes brightened.He waved his wand and shouted at the troll, "Wingardimler for Orsa!"

At that moment, the wooden stick in the troll's hand left his palm, it flew into the air and then fell towards the troll's little head without warning. After the sound of 'dong', the troll wobbled and walked a few steps towards us before falling face down on the ground with a 'bang-dang' sound. The movement was so loud that the whole room shook slightly, and the dust fluttered falling through the cracks in the old roof.

Harry climbed off the troll, looking dazed with his eyes wide open.

"He...isn't he dead?" Hermione shook my hand.

"Probably not... right!" I'm not sure.

"I think he just got knocked out." Harry bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nostril, and a sticky stream of emerald green liquid slid from the wand to the floor with a 'thud'.

"Ugh! Troll's snot..." Harry flicked his wand in disgust, and followed him to wipe the disgusting stuff on the troll's pants.

"Don't put it back in your pocket yet, use this to wipe it off." I took out a handkerchief and handed it to Harry.At this moment, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and then three professors filed in.

"What are you doing here?"

Professor McGonagall was the first to enter. She looked at us sternly. She must be very angry. I could see her lips trembling slightly.It seems she never dreamed that her students would break away from management and act on their own.

After being yelled at by Professor McGonagall, a few of us unconsciously lowered our heads.Hermione was still holding my hand, but she wasn't shaking anymore.Logically speaking, the risk factor for dealing with professors should be lower than dealing with trolls.

Professor Snape bent down to check the status of the troll, and then chuckled softly, "Let's see, the heroes of Gryffindor actually dealt with an adult troll. It's really awesome, congratulations!" Mingming It was a word of praise, but it came out of his lips with a harshness that could not be ignored.After hearing Professor Snape's words, Professor McGonagall's expression became even uglier.

"However, can you explain why you, who should be in the dormitory, appear here?" The conversation changed, and Professor Snape walked up to us and looked at Harry with an expression that was almost watching a show.

Taking the initiative is the first step to success.

"That's right." I took a step forward and said sincerely to Professor McGonagall, who was obviously much more amiable, "I heard that Hermione had an upset stomach and stayed in the bathroom almost all afternoon. This made me I was a little worried, seeing that she didn't even attend the Halloween dinner, it made me think I should come and see her." I paused, then turned to look at Harry and Ron who was still holding his wand stupidly, "It's me I brought Harry and Ron with me. Because the corridor is a bit dark, I... am afraid of the dark..." I looked up at Professor McGonagall, "When I came out, the dinner party hadn't officially started yet, I didn't know there was a huge It's strange! When I saw him, I was almost scared to death. I thought the school was safe..."

My dad used to say there is an art to lying.As the daughter of two professional liars, I should also have some skills.

Whether others can believe your lies depends on your own attitude. First of all, you must have a strong and unwavering belief that what you say is the truth.Secondly, you have to try to guide the topic in a direction that is powerful to you, so that the other party will feel guilty first, which can affect the opponent's reason to a certain extent.

The safety of the school cannot be guaranteed, this is definitely the responsibility of the school!

Professor McGonagall was moved for a moment, and her eyes began to lose their sharpness.Pursing her lips, she tried to speak, which was a message of concession.

"Professor! You know, the troll is terrifying! Without the bravery of Harry and Ron, we...we might..." I looked back at the troll, and secretly squeezed Hermione's hand tightly.

"Yes! Professor McGonagall, without them, I might have been killed by the troll!" Hermione shed two tears very cooperatively.

"Is that so?" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and the others.

Harry pulled Ron and nodded hurriedly.

"Student Pan!" Professor McGonagall turned his head and said sternly, "5 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your recklessness." Then she looked at Harry and Ron again, "I have to say, gentlemen, your Good luck. The chances of an underage wizard defeating a troll are almost nil, and you Gryffindors get 5 points."

After Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, he bent down and touched Hermione's head, "Student Granger, is your stomach feeling better? Do you need me to take you to Madam Pomfrey?"

"No professor. My stomach is already healed!" Hermione replied obediently.

With permission, we quickly ran back to the Academy common room.

"Are you crazy? Lied to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione stared at me seriously.

"I'm really crazy. A lunatic would want to save a guy like you!" I crossed my arms and glared back at her.

"Can't you two have a good talk?" Harry pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said helplessly.

Hermione and I exchanged glances, and then said to Harry in unison, "Women talk, men don't interrupt!"

"I'm allergic to pumpkins, and to thank me, you'll have to finish my Halloween pumpkin pie!" I said to Hermione.Hermione put her arm around me and said, "Okay! But to thank me for lying with you, you'll have to eat all the green peppers on my plate!"

"it is good!"

The abominable cold and wet weather in England is almost brought to its extreme at Hogwarts.I have hardly seen clear skies anywhere other than the roof of the hall.There is always a gust of draft in the open-air corridor, taking away the not so much temperature in your robe.

"I wish I could get more sleep!" I habitually complained to Hermione beside me while brushing my teeth.Looking back at Anthony who was still lazily nestling on my pillow, I felt extremely unbalanced.

Hermione gritted her toothbrush and gave me a sideways look before she said slowly, "No one said you can't sleep a little longer, as long as you can bear the consequences of being late for class. Speaking of which, it's true that you haven't brushed the cauldron for a long time. Maybe today You should be late for Potions."

"Yeah! I brushed the cauldron at least because the professor noticed me. Unlike some people who raised their hands enthusiastically, they were directly used as the background by the professor."

"Come on!" Hermione put down the toilet utensils in her hand, wiped her mouth with a towel, and said, "You should be more honest in potions class today! Don't stay in class again, you know there is a gran Fendor's Quidditch match against Slytherin, and Harry wants you to cheer him on."

"Hey! Which potions class have I been honest about lately?" After wiping my mouth with a towel, I rolled my eyes and said, "I am studying the potions class very hard. It's just a little slower than Malfoy and you!"

"By the way! You told Harry that I won't go to his match today. I still have some lessons to understand." I pointed at Hermione's math book under Potions class.

"Maybe the title of Miss Bookworm they secretly gave me should be given to you!" Hermione said with her arms akimbo at me, "You know, you have never been to a place other than the study room recently, and you know it every day." Hold those few textbooks of yours!"

"Then I don't understand those things in the book. Is there any better way besides studying harder?" I spread my hands a little discouraged, stretched out my hand and tugged on Hermione's sleeve, and whispered, " It's no use if I go...you know I can't even tell what those Quidditch balls are for..."

Hermione didn't speak, she still looked at me so coldly, "Isn't Harry your friend?" she asked.

"Do you know how much he attaches importance to this game?"

"Can't I be wrong?" I shook Hermione's arm, "Then you have to explain the rules to me during the game!"