Harry and Ron's behavior seemed unorthodox, but if this situation really put them at the forefront, Neville wouldn't agree.

That troll wasn't something that ordinary people could deal with, let alone two children.

Time was of the essence, and Neville didn't talk nonsense, fumbling his hands in his pockets and rushing out.

"What's that?"

Under the reflection of the firelight, Ron saw Neville's two hands shining, and Harry could see more clearly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and said:

"Neville finally had a chance to test that thing. ”

Thinking about the feat of the Iron Finger Tiger and Neville's two-punch knockout of the three-headed dog, Ron couldn't help but shudder when he heard this, and silently prayed in his heart for the doomed troll. I hope Neville will be lighter, and he won't get his flesh and blood flying, just like the scene of the car accident.

In fact, the trolls that appear here are technically mountain monsters, the largest, the most brute-strength, and the most dangerous of the three varieties of trolls.

Neville is very fast, the kind that can definitely score 12 seconds in the 100-meter run. By the time he reached the door of the women's bathroom, he could already see the mountain monster raising its big stick high and about to smash it down, while Hermione cowered by the wall, shivering.

"Hey, look here!"

Neville yelled at the troll, successfully attracting the troll's attention, including the mallet, of course.

Leaning slightly sideways and bowing his head, the stick grazed Neville's body and slammed into the ground behind him, splinters of the floor scattered, a few slices across his bare skin, leaving a few white marks.

Neville slammed into the griffin's arms, the stench of his body that would make a cleanliness addict faint, Neville held his breath and slammed his fist into the griffin's short leg.

"Smack!"

The force was mutual, Neville felt a little pain in his fists, and the short legs of the mountain monster were fleshy and fleshy, and the Iron Finger Tiger broke through the outermost layer of the rough and calloused epidermis, but that was all, and he couldn't go any further. However, compared to the skin injury, Neville's punch almost broke his leg bone, and the mountain monster roared in pain, lost its balance and fell to the ground.

With a flick of his hand, Neville jumped away from the mob and ran to the wall to pick up Hermione and escort her out.

The mountain monster lay on the ground, tilting its head to stare at Neville, its right hand grabbing a mallet and slamming it down at Neville.

"Be careful!"

Neville gently pushed Hermione out of the way, rolling to the side, narrowly dodging it. The stick slammed into the ground, and Neville's eyes were so thick with dust and debris that he could only hear the wind howling as the mountain monster swept towards him with a mallet!

"Bang!"

Subconsciously crossed his arms in front of his chest, Neville was slammed into the wall like a baseball, and a circle of cobweb-like depressions appeared on the wall behind him.

Harry and Ron, who had just run to the door of the women's restroom, happened to see this scene, and they couldn't help but let out a cry of grief when they saw Neville slam against the wall.

"Neville!"

"Hum ~ Hum ~ "

The mountain monster let out a smug cry and stopped looking at Neville, focusing on Hermione, who had fallen to the ground, struggling to get to her feet.

"Hey, big idiot!"

Ron shouted at the mountain monster, picking up a metal pipe from the ground and throwing it at the troll. The mountain monster didn't seem to notice that the metal pipe had hit it in the shoulder, but it heard the shout, turned its head, and turned its big ugly nose to Ron's side.

Neville got up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and coughed lightly, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Although the stick was pumped hard, it was the same thing for Neville, who was already serious.

The mob got back up and staggered towards Ron, with his back to Neville probably the biggest mistake the mob had ever made.

Ron didn't stand still stupidly, and every time the mountain monster took a step forward, he took a few steps back, seducing the mountain monster like a fishing fish.

No one else had the confidence of the mountain monster, and Ron was just trying to attract the mountain monster's attention and not let it hurt Hermione.

Neville, who had been hit with a mallet, breathed a sigh of relief, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the mountain monster, aiming at the back of the mountain monster's head. If it was hard to get there, the mountain monster would have been knocked unconscious, and it seems that Professor Kettleburn seems to have said this, and the back of the head is one of the common weaknesses of humanoids.

Rushing behind the mountain monster, Neville once again showed off his uncanny physique. His legs leaped high as if they were spring-loaded, and his hands clasped together like hammers on the back of the mob's head.

"Pong. ”

Neville guessed correctly, the back of the griff's head was not protected by thick calluses and muscles like his legs, and the tentacles were like soft balloons, and Neville even regained a lot of strength for fear of blowing up the back of the griffin's head.

At the end of the blow, Neville landed lightly on the ground and trotted over to Hermione, pulling her up and out of the women's bathroom.

The mountain monster swayed in place and fell face down on the floor with a thud that shook the room.

"Is it, dead?" Hermione whispered.

Neville shook his head and said, "No, it was just knocked unconscious. As he spoke, he took off the Iron Finger Tiger, which didn't seem to work very well against a thick-skinned monster like the Mountain Monster, and it felt like punching a sandbag.

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door and loud footsteps, and all four of them standing in the doorway looked up, and Professor McGonagall hurried towards it, followed by Snape and Quirrell at the end.

The three professors entered the room, and Professor McGonagall walked out with just one glance, her lips white and her face blue, Neville had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry.

Quirrell glanced at the troll before letting out a feeble sob, sitting down on a toilet bowl and clutching his chest tightly as Snape bent over to look at the troll.

"What the hell are you up to?" Professor McGonagall said, with a cold anger in her voice, "and you're lucky not to be killed by it. Why don't you stay in the dorm honestly?"

Snape glanced at Harry with a menacing gaze, and Neville grabbed his hair to say something when a low voice came from the shadows.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall—they're looking for me. ”

"Miss Granger!"

"I came to the mountain monster because I - I thought I could deal with it alone - you know, because I had read about them in books and knew them well. ”

Ron had a hellish look on his face, and a good student like Hermione actually lied to Professor McGonagall?

"If they hadn't come to me without me, I'd definitely be dead by now. ”

Hermione said as calmly as she could, she had to be careful, and if Professor McGonagall found out that she was lying, it would be even more serious.

"Oh, if that's the case...... Professor McGonagall muttered as she looked at them, "Miss Granger, you silly girl, how can you think you can deal with a mountain monster on your own?"

Hermione hung her head, as if in serious reflection.

Ron couldn't say a word, Hermione was the least likely person to break the school rules, and now, in order to get them out of trouble, she actually lied and said that she had broken the school rules.

It's almost like Snape starting to give candy to everyone, it's unbelievable.

After a while, Professor McGonagall said, "Miss Granger, Gryffindor will be deducted five points for this...... I'm disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better go back to the Halloween dinner that the students are enjoying at their own college. ”

Hermione is gone.

Professor McGonagall turned to Neville and the others, focusing on Neville's body for a moment, as Neville was the dirtiest of the three, and his clothes were a bit tattered, while the other two were much cleaner.

"Well, I'll still say you're lucky, there aren't a few first-year students who can take on a full-grown mountain monster, and each of you earns five points for Gryffindor...... I'll inform Professor Dumbledore about this, and you can go. ”

Neville and the others hurried out of the room, going up two flights of stairs without saying a word, and they were relieved that they could not smell the stench of the trolls.

Hermione stood alone in the doorway of the common room, seemingly waiting for them.

"Thank you. ”

She whispered, and Ron's face immediately turned red, and Harry was happy to see the two reconciled.

As for Neville, well, he just wants to eat a bite to eat right now, then take a shower and get a good night's sleep. The unfortunate boy was only halfway through his dinner and ran over to fight the mountain monster hand-to-hand, and was also hit with a mallet.

I don't know if Neville still remembers the flag he put up in the morning.

"Well, it's another day of peace and tranquility......"