Hermione and Ron and Harry, the three little lions were about to be stunned, the corpses and terrible appearance of the trolls after their deaths really scared the three little ones who had not experienced the cruel war of wizards, they looked at the handsome boy who silently took back the wand, the other party has the strength of a mountain, and even the terrifying troll that erupted was like an ant, crushed to death by the opponent's fierce strength.

Asinsha didn't seem to be surprised that she had already understood the fate of the troll.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door and loud footsteps, and a moment later, Professor McGonagall rushed into the room, followed by Snape, Quirrell at the end, Quirrell only glanced at the troll's dried corpse, his face was a little pale, and he sat down on a flush toilet, clutching his chest tightly.

Snape glanced at the dilapidated room, then walked towards the troll's shriveled corpse and crouched down to examine, when Snape poked it vigorously with his wand, the troll's corpse, but felt that it was as hard as a piece of dried meat without a trace of moisture in it, Snape frowned, as a shrewd Potions professor, his sense of smell was very sensitive, and he could smell the stench in the air was the evaporation of the troll's whole body blood.

Professor McGonagall looked at Sherlock with a strange look in her eyes.

"Who's going to tell me what's going on? What the hell are you guys up to? Professor McGonagall turned her head to look at Harry and Ron, who were talking and stopped, and then at Hermione, who was still crouching on the ground and couldn't see her expression clearly, and Asin next to her leaned down to comfort Hermione, but Hermione looked at Sherlock in the eyes, as if the world was occupied by the brother of the best friend.

"Obviously, the eldest son of the Mephisto family, Mr. Sherlock, you caused all this? I don't know what kind of spell can be so destructive, but with the level of Harry and Ron, there is no way that magic like this. Snape got up and stared at Sherlock's always cold pupils with a hint of a smile, as for the frightened Hermione, including Asinsha, she was filtered out by Snape, anyway, Asin Sha was not assigned to Snape's Slytherin, which has always been a hurdle in his heart, although Asin Sha was transferred to a position very close to Slytherin during class, but that was just psychological comfort.

Snape then looked at the four Gryffindors present and asked, "You four Gryffindors, where did you get the courage to dare to deal with trolls!" ”

Asinsha: "My brother! ”

Snape: "......"

"Sherlock, you did it?" Professor McGonagall looked at Sherlock in surprise, and then relieved, of course, who else but him, but what frightened McGonagall was Sherlock's strength, and it was true that there were several people in this school who could do this, even if they were professors.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall - they're looking for me, I'm looking for trolls, because I- I thought I could deal with it on my own, you know, because I've read about them in books and know them well. In the end, it was Mr. Sherlock who saved me, all because of my recklessness that caused everyone to do this. Hermione finally struggled to her feet.

"Now that everything is clear, the arrogant Miss Granger thought she could deal with the trolls alone and leave the crowd alone to challenge the trolls, but Sherlock saved Granger at a dangerous moment, and the whole thing was it?" Snape's lazy voice made Hermione's face pale, and Harry and Ron lowered their heads with some guilt, if they hadn't locked the door, Hermione wouldn't be in danger, Harry and Ron didn't expect Hermione to lie for them.

And in the process of this matter, Asinsha looked at Harry and Ron's eyes, which made the two of them feel very bad, because it was Ron and Hermione who argued that Hermione ran away, and they felt that Hermione would definitely tell Asinsha about it.

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled slightly, why did the Gryffindor students act like fools every time they compared to Sherlock. "Miss Granger, you silly girl, how can you think you can deal with a mountain of trolls on your own? Miss Granger, Gryffindor is going to be deducted ten points for this," Professor McGonagall said, "I'm disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, it's best to head back to Gryffindor Castle. The students all enjoyed a Halloween dinner at their own college. ”

Hermione left.

Professor McGonagall also asked Asinsha to accompany Hermione back, because Sherlock was here, and Professor McGonagall didn't say anything about Asinsa, after all, there was also the princess-like girl of Hogwarts among the people present.

Looking at Harry and Ron, who were still a little frightened as they stood with Sherlock, Professor McGonagall glanced at them in disappointment, and then turned to Sherlock and said, "Mr. Sherlock, with the strength of a second-year student, you are not only very courageous, but also worthy of praise for your talent, so Slytherin is twenty points...... No...... Add thirty points. Alright, the three of you will go back to the castle as well. Although Harry and Ron were also here to save Hermione from dealing with the trolls, Professor McGonagall didn't even mention it, and if these two could be useful, why did Professor McGonagall give Sherlock points alone.

She turned to leave, and Snape gave Sherlock a satisfied look and turned to leave, the last to be Professor Quirrell, who stared at Sherlock for a moment before leaving.

Sherlock, on the other hand, felt that there was a rather evil magical force in Quirrell's body, which was waiting for an opportunity to surround him, but Sherlock was silent about it, and the silent power in his body burst out, so without Harry and Ron not seeing, Sherlock's silence and the evil force on Quirrell's body had a confrontation.

Just like when Sherlock first entered school, before he put on the Sorting Hat, Sherlock had used the silent power in his body to fight against Dumbledore, as a twelve-year-old child, how much magic can continue in his body, and the silence is enough to fill the vacancy in this part, but Sherlock himself is also full of magic in his body.

Silent is known as the darkest magical power, leaving a lot of bad legends in the history of the wizarding world, and even in the eyes of a wizard, Silent is terrible, so in the clash of evil forces on Quirrell's body, Silent Ran also has the upper hand, destroying the withered destruction of the opponent's defense.

Sherlock knew where this evil power came from, but he didn't expect this power to be so weak, a bit untrue, so he attributed it to the source of the source is still very weak at the moment, if it was at its peak, it would definitely not have failed so completely.

"Ah......" Professor Quirrell let out another short scream, which made Harry and Ron very confused, and they also felt that Quirrell's courage was too small.

Quirrell struggled to get up from the toilet and looked at Sherlock in a complicated way, and finally smiled profusely, "Good night, Mr. Sherlock." ”

"Thank you, Professor."

Quirrell then left in a panic.

"Why does Professor Quirrell think of you like that?" The three of them came out of the women's restroom and were about to go back to the castle, and Ron asked Sherlock a little strangely.

"Maybe he thinks it's a shame for a sophomore to defeat the troll that scared him so much that he ran back to the auditorium." Harry guessed.

Sherlock didn't say anything, only he knew what had just happened, it was a clash of dark magic against evil wizards, and the first encounter was a very easy victory for Sherlock, which made him very happy.

Harry and Ron felt that Sherlock looked very cold, perhaps because of the powerful people, Sherlock went back in the direction of Slytherin, and Ron said to Harry with stars in his eyes, "That's cool!" ”

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.

The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel.

Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

The first game of Quidditch was about to begin, and Sherlock received a letter from Pylos by the fire in his dormitory, snuggling up in Sherlock's arms and complaining to his master that it was freezing outside, and that its wings were frozen.

"It's a letter from my uncle." Sherlock looked at the envelope, and the sender had sent it from his uncle, who had been home that day, but was far away in the Soviet Union.