Chapter 53 Fierce Battle
The troll roared and rushed towards Hermione,
Its little mind has been occupied by rage. Whether it is the guidance of the mysterious wizard or the temptation of the aroma of food, all these have been thrown out of its mind.
It just wants to tear apart the little mouse that dares to attack it.
However, it's as if the entire Hogwarts is against it. If it catches it several times in a row, it will happen for various reasons.
For example, there is a hole in the ground and your foot steps on a stone.
Can't hit at all.
At the same time, Dumbledore, who realized that his protective spell had been triggered, changed his expression and walked towards the bathroom with the professors in his group.
The above attacks
All happened in less than a second,
Even Hermione herself didn't react.
Subconsciously, Hermione waved her wand and used the magic she had been practicing recently.
〔All petrochemicals〕
However, this had no effect at all on the giant monster that was extremely resistant to magic. Instead, it knocked the monster's consciousness back slightly.
The troll reached out to where his stick fell and grabbed the stick in his hand.
Hit Hermione hard.
Two shouts of resistance to the wolf
There was a sound of wood and metal colliding,
It's armor!
Hogwarts' armor is movable, and they won't just sit idly by when the little wizard is attacked.
The armor blocked the troll, and Hermione was able to join her three friends.
However, as the giant monster swung the wooden stick, the two armors were scattered.
Hitting Hermione again,
The four arm armors that fell to the ground grabbed the giant monster's right leg, which was their last strength.
Hermione came back to her senses and cast the spell again
〔Ygardim Leviosa〕
The target is still the wooden stick, but the angry troll is extremely powerful.
Unlike when the stick was released just now, this time the stick just slowed down and still swung at Hermione firmly!
[Ygardim Leviosa]! Harry's spell hit the stick and it slowed down again,
[Ygardim Leviosa]! ! Malfoy's curse hit the wooden stick, and the wooden stick that had hit three floating spells in a row finally came to a stop, resisting the furious power of the troll.
The three people looked at Ron with encouragement, expectation, and panic!
Ron cheered himself up, said the magic in a deep voice.
〔Ygardim Leviosa〕
The wand seemed to feel the same courage as its master at this moment, draining its own strength and adding strength to the spell.
The control of the wooden stick was taken away from the troll by the little wizards. Under the guidance of Ron's will, it hit a small area on the back of the troll's head.
After a strong blow, the wooden stick broke.
The bloodshot eyes of the troll did not dissipate. Like a clown who lost his footing and dropped the ball, he began to spin in circles.
Finally, with a loud noise, the troll fell to the ground, blood mixed with white brains flowing on the floor.
At this time, only ten seconds had passed before the giant monster became violent.
At the fifteenth second, Dumbledore came to the scene with the professors,
The fear in the eyes of the four young wizards has not dissipated. They just looked at each other and their companions, enjoying the joy of surviving the disaster.
"Maybe someone should explain to me what's going on!"
Professor McGonagall's voice was very stern. Three of the four people present were Gryffindor children. Professor McGonagall couldn't imagine what to do if something happened to them.
Before any of the boys could explain, Hermione spoke first.
"I was arrogant. I thought I could deal with this giant monster. If the three of them hadn't come to save me, I might have died."
Professor Snape showed a rare puzzled and amused expression,
"Really? Mr. Malfoy."
Malfoy glanced at the three companions, and after making eye contact with them one by one, he nodded and admitted.
"That's right, Professor."
Snape, who seemed to want to ask more questions, glanced at Harry on his leg and used his robe to cover the wound that was accidentally exposed.
"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, for your insolent behavior.
I always thought you were a sensible child, but I never thought you would put yourself in such a dangerous situation. You let me down so much. "
Professor McGonagall, the part-time vice-principal, clarified the matter. Although the little wizards were a bit naughty, the best outcome was that nothing happened.
"Let me add something."
Since Dumbledore walked in, he had been checking the corridor for signs of battle, focusing on the troll's wounds and the wooden stick that had been hit by five levitating spells.
"Thanks to your excellent cooperation, Gryffindor and Slytherin each receive fifteen points."
By recreating the scene, the principal was able to determine how the four children defeated an angry troll.
The four floating spells hit the wooden stick, and the position was guided by the last caster.
With exquisite cooperation, four first-year wizards can defeat this enemy that even ordinary adult wizards find difficult to defeat.
"Anything is fine, as long as you don't say 'I'm sorry'," Ron muttered.
However, the voice was too low and no one could hear it clearly.
"Then let's all go back separately. I'll leave this place to you, Professor Quirrell."
Dumbledore arranged the follow-up matters and said to several fellow professors,
Just as a few young wizards were about to walk out of the corridor, Dumbledore suddenly stopped them.
"Wait a minute, kids, as your principal, I want to say that I'm sorry for letting you experience such a terrible thing."
After saying that, he blinked, and the other three people accepted it readily. Only Ron was suddenly frightened and screamed.
It was as if the courage just now had been exhausted, and fear suddenly surged up.
The four young wizards who had just experienced a life-and-death disaster were walking side by side on the way back to the dormitory. Their depressed mood finally subsided and they started talking and laughing.
"Draco, what should you do if your Firebolt breaks?" Harry asked.
Malfoy, who distributed the remaining desserts in his pocket to everyone, shook his head indifferently.
"I'll just ask my family to send it to me. Harry, you don't have to worry about your opponent."
"Then I wouldn't panic, if you were Slytherin's Seeker."
A few people chatted and laughed again.
After saying goodbye to Malfoy who was returning to the Slytherin dormitory at the intersection, the three little lions walked on the way back to the Gryffindor dormitory.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, I said the wrong thing this afternoon." It was Ron who spoke. Under Raven's family correction method (calling mother) since childhood, this child still has the courage to admit his mistakes.
Hermione didn't answer directly, but said.
"The spell you just used was very good."
Urgent, urgent, urgent
How to answer this, I, Ron, have never learned!
Ron looked at Harry for help, and Harry smiled and shook his head.
People have already forgiven you, haven't they?
