Chapter 35 Halloween Dinner
Compared with the chaotic auditorium, the rest of the castle seemed much quieter.
Girls' restroom.
Hermione huddled in the corner aggrievedly, she really didn't understand what she had done wrong.
Obviously everything is in accordance with Hogwarts school rules and the professor's requirements, and she is obviously working hard to add points to the college...
But reality gave her a hard blow. Not only her roommates, but even the entire Gryffindor freshmen were ostracizing her.
Just like today's Charms class, she just said a few fair words, but Ron and other boys laughed at her and even gave her a nickname.
"It's not a big deal...and I have friends too."
Hermione whispered as a tall, thin boy gradually appeared in her mind.
Short dark hair, clear eyes, and an ever-gentle smile on her cheeks.
This was a happy thing, but she didn't know why. As she thought about it, tears kept flowing down the corners of her eyes like broken pearls.
Just like that, after crying silently for a while.
Hermione took out her handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped her sore nose.
She planned to leave the bathroom, after all, today was the annual Halloween dinner.
If possible, she didn't want to miss the first holiday since the beginning of school, not to mention being able to see him from a distance in the auditorium.
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However, fate always makes some little jokes inadvertently.
Just as Hermione was about to leave, a huge shadow appeared in front of the bathroom door, accompanied by an indescribable stench.
The twelve-foot behemoth can be easily spotted by anyone who is not blind, coupled with its bald little head and slightly confused eyes.
"Mountain monster!"
Hermione recognized the monster's identity instantly, and then subconsciously wanted to scream, but luckily she reacted in time and covered her mouth tightly.
"I hope you don't mind my absence..."
In a life-threatening situation, Hermione's first thought was only about tomorrow's appointment with Ino's library.
At the same time, the troll here had already walked into the bathroom on his thick feet and came to a faucet.
"Bang!"
Perhaps the monster was thirsty, so it swung the huge wooden stick in its hand and hit the water pipe, causing water to spurt out instantly.
Hermione hid in the compartment, looking at the troll who was immersed in drinking water. In an instant, she had already planned an escape route in her mind.
The rubble on the ground that was smashed just now is her best helper.
"Wingardim Leviosa~"
Hermione muttered a spell in a low voice, and with a wave, a fist-sized piece of gravel floated not far in front of the faucet. The sound of the stone falling freely also successfully attracted the troll's attention.
Seeing that this big guy is just like the description in the book, his IQ is so low that he can lead the opponent away with a simple strategy.
Hermione was also full of confidence in her escape plan.
The plan was simple, she was going to use pieces of gravel to lure the troll away, so that even if she was discovered, she would have enough time to escape from the bathroom.
As long as you are not blocked here, whether you go to the auditorium or run up the moving stairs, you can ensure your own safety to the maximum extent.
Time was passing, and with the attraction of falling stones, the troll was getting further and further away from Hermione.
Once she felt far enough away, she prepared to rush out of the bathroom in one breath.
However, at this moment.
Two figures suddenly ran in at the bathroom door, and they made a huge noise.
One of them even closed the door 'quickly' and locked it without any hesitation.
"Hermione! Get out of here, there's a troll in the basement!"
Hermione:. . .
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It’s different from Audio-Technica’s first adventure and all kinds of jumping around.
The atmosphere in the Slytherin common room is very harmonious.
The first-year freshmen sat in a corner, listening to the story attentively. On the outside of the first-year circle, there were even a few senior students who seemed to be unconcerned, but in fact their ears were already perked up.
"...The young Simba was expelled by his uncle and had to leave the familiar kingdom and set foot on an unknown territory. And here, he will also meet his two best friends and teachers, the warthog Pumbaa and Timon the Meerkat.”
"...In the end, Simba defeated his uncle and became the new lion king. The rainy season also arrived as scheduled, and the lion's territory was once again filled with new life."
Amid the soothing syllables of the accordion, a well-known piece of The Lion King was sung in Eno's mouth.
As the last syllable disappears, the story finally comes to an end.
"Crack! Crack!"
Malfoy, Pansy and others were the first to applaud, followed by many young wizards who had recovered their senses.
"Ino! One more, this time telling a story about snakes."
It was Malfoy who spoke, and at the same time, a golden Galleons appeared on the table.
After setting an example, other little wizards also donated generously. Of course... the denominations were still mostly silver coins, so Malfoy, Pansy, and Daphne paid in gold galleons.
Paying to listen to stories was a rule that Ino revealed in the dormitory 'accidentally'. After Malfoy's little speaker, it has now basically spread throughout the Slytherin first-year group.
Back to business.
Looking at the money on the table, Ino could only reluctantly part with it. After all, he didn't have any good stories about snakes at the moment.
‘If you don’t have a good story, don’t cheat the listeners. Your story should be worthy of the payment paid by the other party, and this is a qualified bard. ’
In a trance, the teachings of teacher Hans rang in his ears again.
Ino looked at the money on the table in front of him, and after secretly calculating, he felt that this money should at least tell a classic story handed down from generation to generation, in order to be worthy of this payment.
However, the protagonist of the story must be a snake, which greatly limits the reference range.
After a while of searching his brain, he only thought of the "Legend of the White Snake" which was barely a match, but with the framework, various fillings and polishing were needed, after all, the cultural differences were here...
Just a love between a human and a demon was enough to make these native English children confused.
"It's a little late today, wait until next time. Before Christmas at the latest, I will tell you a story about magic, snakes, and love."
Well, Ino's expectations were full.
After successfully whetting everyone's appetite, he stood up and bowed slightly, then walked back to the dormitory slowly.
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In the dormitory.
Ino had just returned to the dormitory.
Malfoy pushed the door open, sat down on a chair, crossed his legs and said with a playful look:
"What do you think of the troll? What is Quirrell doing?"
"I don't think much! I came to Hogwarts to learn magic, not to be an intern Auror." Ino answered seriously.
To be honest, he really thinks Hermione shouldn't be in Gryffindor now. She is a smart child, but Harry and Ron led her astray.
Malfoy can think that there is something fishy. After all, Quirrell is an adult wizard after all. How could he be scared by a troll?
What was the result? The iron triangle was so ridiculous that they pointed the finger at Snape.
Even if Quirrell didn't take the initiative to jump out in the end, it is estimated that the three would have imagined everything.
Then they added drama to Snape crazily to make up for the missing logical gap in the middle.
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