Chapter 1634: ?Awesome

In fact, Hermione didn't hesitate for too long. When the troll swayed towards her with a stick, she switched the weapon to automatic mode and pulled the trigger at the troll's head.

This is the instinct gained from training weapons for a long time. When she feels that she is in danger, her mind is blank. She can only rely on the memory of her body, only remembering to raise the gun and fire.

Along with huge warheads flying out of the muzzle, between the gun smoke and the flashing of the gun flames, the troll's head exploded like a watermelon, and then its knees fell to the ground, shaking like a mountain. The movement.

Hermione squeezed the trigger and did not let go until she emptied the drum, leaving a large black hole in the corner of the bathroom, she was still in a daze, her eyes were all red.

It was the color of the giant monster and blood mixed with brains, and the whole world seemed to have changed.

It wasn't until a big hand fell on her head and gently smoothed her hair that she gradually recovered from the roar of guns.

"Well done, you saved your classmates and yourself."

"Wow!"

Hermione dropped the gun, turned around and hugged the professor's leg and started crying. She hadn't even killed a tutu, but the professor forced her to kill the troll.

She felt wronged in her heart, but she didn't know why, but she wanted to cry.

"Here you, Chocolate Frog, and don't use my pants to wipe my nose." The professor bent over and put away the gun, then pinched Hermione's little nose and placed a box of chocolates in front of her.

"No! I want it! Big bastard!" Hermione writhed to avoid, and deliberately wiped her nose with the bad professor's pants, her eyes red.

Su Ming patted her on the back and pushed her to the center of the messy bathroom: "Go and see your classmates, your reaction just now will be passable. Go ahead and make sure you didn't accidentally beat your classmates to death."

Hermione then remembered that it was not only her and the professor in the room, but also Neville!

After regaining her senses, she turned her head away from the headless corpse of the troll, ran around to Neville, wiping tears, and knelt down to check the physical condition of the little fat man.

"Student Longbottom, are you okay?"

What can Neville do? In addition to twisting his ankle, he was splashed with blood and brains. Fortunately, he kept raising his hands to cover his face, so that his handsome appearance was preserved.

Hearing Hermione's voice at close range, he opened his eyes and put down his hand.

"Student Granger, did you save me? You killed the troll?!"

Of course he also saw the body of the giant monster, and it was still spurting blood at this time, but as a boy in the lion house, he had no fear about it, instead he looked excited.

As a child of a pure-blooded family, he has seen too many stories about dragon slaying warriors. Even if he forgets 99% of them, some stories will be remembered after all.

When he saw Hermione, he suddenly felt that the little girl's thin body had become taller! Even her back is still shining!

"Hmm...actually I..."

Seeing his grateful expression, Hermione tilted her head with some guilty conscience. If the professor hadn't mentioned her parents and friends, she might not have the courage to shoot.

She wanted to explain something, but Neville grabbed her hand before she finished speaking and shook it up and down.

"Thank you! You are a hero in the story book. You saved my life. I swear I will never forget your kindness to me. I will engrave your name on my body with eternal magic!"

Neville did what he said. He struggled to get up and jumped to the ruins of the collapsed compartment with one foot. His wand fell very early, and now he has to find it quickly without forgetting it.

However, Fatty’s behavior was stopped by the professor present, and he handed Neville a chocolate frog like Hermione.

"What you need is an explanation, Mr. Longbottom, why everyone is having dinner in the auditorium, but you are alone in the bathroom on the third floor?"

While asking questions, he turned over the broken planks to help Neville find his wand.

Seeing the physical education teacher, Neville was not as scared as the other children, because he wrote to his grandma about the events since the beginning of school, and his grandma replied that Professor Wilson was doing him well, so that he could be obedient.

"I forgot."

Neville scratched his head embarrassedly, with one leg still in the air. Yes, he forgot why he was alone in the bathroom.

Su Ming rolled his eyes. Okay, originally I wanted to take the opportunity to deduct some points from Gryffindor, but the person involved didn't remember anything. If you deduct points again, it feels a bit too wicked.

This amnesia frequency is more serious than the little cousin, blame the poor, let it go, after all, his death knell is not a devil.

Thinking of these things, Su Ming found Neville's memory ball from the ruins, and then threw it back directly to him.

"Next, don't lose it again."

"Oh."

The transparent crystal beads just fell into Xiaopang's hands, and a large amount of red flocs appeared in them, which was still bright.

It seems that Neville has forgotten a lot...

Then the professor found Neville's wand again with his strangling sense of smell, and after returning it to the original owner, he planned to take the little fat man to the infirmary first.

However, at this moment, two sneaky figures appeared at the door, and wanted to retract after seeing the professor.

As a result, Su Ming blocked people in the corridor with a flash.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley?" He gave a smile. Isn't this sending the Kings group: "I remember the principal asked the students to go back to the lounge and tell me, why are you here?"

Harry flushed. He saw the terrible condition in the bathroom and the body of the troll, and knew he was late.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with Neville.

What else is there to say? The two of them violated the principal's order and were caught by the professor.

"We are here to save Neville. When we returned to the dormitory and suddenly found Neville was not there, we went out and asked a few ghosts. After learning that Neville was here, we rushed and worried that he would encounter a troll."

Ron was much less mindful. He bluntly stated the purpose of the two men's trip. He also headed over the professor to look at the indoor battlefield, completely unaware of the malicious smile on the professor's face.

"Wow, Harry, look at it, the troll's head is gone, so cool!"

He still sighs.

"Hehe...there is even cooler."

Su Ming held his arm and looked at Ron with interest.

"Huh? Where?"

When Ron saw that the professor didn't deduct their points, he became bold again, and he had to go around the professor to look at the body of the troll.

"Behind you."

Su Ming just grabbed his shoulders and turned his body backwards, making Ron stiff.

I saw President Dumbledore, Dean McGonagall, Snape and Flitwick, and a group of professors, all standing blankly behind Ron and Potter.

"Uh, cool...I want to go back to sleep now, is it too late?"

Ron swallowed, let out a grunt, and looked at the physical education teacher with helpless eyes.

He still doesn't understand that the physical education teacher is the most ruthless. In order to prevent his apprentice from becoming stupid with them, he is even more ruthless than the dean.

Therefore, he could only watch Professor Wilson raising a hand in despair and making a please gesture to Professor McGonagall.

This means that she has given her the right to speak, and the dean has the most right to deal with the violation of school regulations by the Lions Academy.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, her hands were shaking with anger, and her glasses almost fell off her nose:

"Harry~~~ Potter! How dare you?! And Mr. Weasley, you guys disappointed me too much! You must know that trolls can only be dealt with by powerful adult wizards, you actually... Come to die?!"

Professor Flitwick was not interested in this kind of drama. He went directly into the bathroom to see the corpse. In fact, he had always been curious about the ‘Automatic Alchemy Wand’, and this was undoubtedly the first time it showed its effect in actual combat.

There are many wizards who look down on the invention of Muggles, but as one of the smart people, Flitwick would not be like this. He even knew that Muggles had a big guy called the nuclear bomb, which was a threat to any wizard.

He was already short and the troll who fell down hadn't had a high belly, but he could inspect the troll's wound without bending over. At this time, he was using his wand to pick up the tracheal residue at the neck.

Snape also looked very angry. For some reason, Potter thought he was even more angry than Professor McGonagall.

Especially after the two looked at each other, Professor Snape's eyes seemed to strangle him, and Potter quickly bowed his head in fright.

But this was not the end. Snape narrowed his eyes and approached Dean McGonagall like a poisonous snake, squirting the venom gloomily:

"Looking at the way they look, you don't understand at all what you made a mistake. I think they should be fired, lest you have bad luck next time and kill yourself and others."

"Please don't fire us, we are here to save people."

Harry quickly argued. He couldn't imagine how he would face the ridicule of his uncle's family if he returned to Privet Road's house or was expelled from school.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall just took a few deep breaths and pulled Potter closer to check if he was injured. Her hands were very hard, but what she said did not buy Snape's account:

"I know how to punish the students in my college. Don't bother you. Because Mr. Porter and Mr. Weasley violated school rules, went on a night tour and put themselves in danger, Gryffindor deducted 20 points!"

After that, she said, "Is this satisfied? The eyes looked at Snape, fiercely, like a cat protecting her cub.

But the Potions Professor turned his head away, as if he hadn't said anything: "I'm just giving a suggestion. After all, my college does not have such a brainless idiot student, and I have no experience in handling such things."

After talking ~www.NovelMTL.com~, he pushed Harry and Ron away from the way, and went to check the troll with Professor Flitwick.

The cause of death was so obvious that there was no need for any examination. Snape just turned around and returned to Su Ming with a strange tone:

"This should be made by your new wands? If it weren't for the trolls that don't know how to'iron armor', your toys are definitely useless."

Su Ming looked at the excitement, watching McGonagall's questioning process and teaching the three students of his own college, but did not say that Potter and them came after the fact.

He just took out a cigarette, lit it, and answered Snape casually: "Even Voldemort can't maintain the Iron Armor Curse 24 hours a day. With mental arithmetic and unintentional, good assassins always have a good chance. ...Are you right?"

"Humph."

Snape sneered, and fluttered away with his robe, without even saying hello to Dumbledore.

It's just that the back image with his head down is thinking about something...

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