Wang Yong heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and Wang Yong turned around to see Ron and Harry hurrying over. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You're here too? The troll should be inside. ”

A terrible, frightened voice came from the women's restroom.

"It's Hermione!" Harry and Ron rushed over in two steps.

Wang Yong smiled and followed in unhurriedly.

Hermione Granger cowered against the opposite wall, seemingly ready to faint at any moment.

The troll was closing in on her, smashing the pool off the wall as it walked.

"Confuse it!" Harry said to Ron in desperation, grabbing a faucet and throwing it at the wall.

The troll stopped a few paces away from Hermione. It was clumsy and she turned around, blinking stupidly, trying to see what the sound was coming from. Its little ugly eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then walked over to Harry, raising the stick in its hand.

"Hey, big idiot!" Ron shouted from the other side of the room, throwing a metal pipe at the troll. The troll didn't seem to notice the metal pipe hitting it in the shoulder, but when it heard the shout, it stopped and turned its big ugly nose towards Ron, who Harry took the opportunity to circle behind it.

"Come here, run, run!" Harry shouted at Hermione, trying to pull her towards the door, but she couldn't move, still clinging to the wall, her mouth wide open in horror.

"Alright, alright." Wang Yong's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in this chaotic space and had the power to calm people's hearts.

He raised his wand and said to the troll's cocoa bean-like head, "Bladeless!" ”

I saw a black light fly towards the little head of the troll, and in an instant, the blood flashed, and the little head was easily cut off.

The troll didn't have a chance to let out a terrifying roar, blood gushed out, and its massive body twisted a few times, and fell to the ground with a bang, scaring Potter and Ron, including the terrified Hermione, into motion.

The blood on the ground quickly spread, and the gushing blood soon stained the uppers of several people's shoes.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door and loud footsteps, and several people in the room looked up.

Moments later, Professor McGonagall burst into the room, followed closely by Snape and Quirrell at the end.

Quirrell glanced at the troll before letting out a feeble sob, sitting on a toilet bowl and clutching his chest.

These people all looked at this bloody scene in amazement, and were speechless for a long time.

"Who did this?" Professor McGonagall asked, a cold anger in her voice.

"Me." Wang Yong replied.

Professor McGonagall bent down and examined the troll's severed neck with Snape, looking serious.

"I came alone to see if I could deal with the troll, and it turned out that it was too weak." Wang Yong said so pretendedly.

Professor McGonagall looked at Wang Yong scrutinically, as if she wanted to see him through.

But it's useless, even if McGonagall can take inspiration, but Xiao Yi's presence makes any external snooping invisible.

Snape looked at the wound and said with a deep meaning in his eyes, "If I'm not misjudged, King, it seems like a form of black magic. ”

"Dark magic!" Several people couldn't help but look at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong smiled: "Really? I think I read from the notes of a potions textbook that normal magic also has a lot of offensive spells, doesn't it? How to tell if it's black magic or normal magic. ”

Professor McGonagall looked at Wang Yong, but didn't find anything out of the ordinary, and said, "Well, I don't think any first-year student can kill a troll, and you earned fifteen points for Ravenclaw." I'll inform Professor Dumbledore about this. You can go. ”

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were clearly ignored.

Wang Yong saw that the matter was over, and immediately turned around and left. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to intervene in this matter, and if he didn't, he believed that Ron and Harry could solve it. But why did you show up yourself?

As the saying goes, wealth does not return to the hometown, like a brocade night walk, I have studied hard for so long, it's time to try the effect.

Wang Yong had just walked a few steps when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Thank you." The sound of this weak mosquito and fly accurately reached Wang Yong's ears.

Then a small red-faced figure ran away quickly.

After a while, Wang Yong felt a heavy blow to his shoulder, and Wang Yong looked back and saw that it was Ron.

"Yong, you were so handsome just now, when will you teach me." Ron had an inquisitive look on his face.

Harry nodded, it was clear that he was thinking the same thing.

"That's black magic." Wang Yong threatened.

"Nothing, when will it teach us."

"I think it's going to be two years, this spell is too lethal, and children like you still don't know it."

"WTF! You're not the same age as us." Ron yelled in hatred.

Wang Yong and the two fought and returned to the dormitory.

Killing the troll not only did not make Wang Yong feel uncomfortable, but felt a kind of heartfelt comfort, just like a huddled corner of his heart.

……

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.

The good news is that Hermione's attitude towards Wang Yong is much better, and even the relationship with Ron and Harry has eased, and Wang Yong always has to stammer.

The big news is that Harry Potter still wins against the Slytherins while staying on a rampage broomstick. Wang Yong was actually quite interested in Quidditch, but first of all, he was very busy and immersed in the study of magic every day. Second, Quidditch's rules are too clumsy, and the added score after finding the Golden Snitch is really explosive, and Wang Yong is not interested in Seekers, so playing Quidditch can only be put back on Wang Yong's schedule.

The knowledge of magic is not so easy to learn, Hogwarts has hundreds of thousands of books, and tens of thousands of precious manuscripts hundreds or even thousands of years ago, even at the rate of one a day, it is impossible to read it in a lifetime, and there are many books written in ancient magic scripts, which is not an easy thing to learn.

Although Wang Yong was studying frantically, it still seemed so insignificant to the thousands of years of knowledge accumulation in the magic world.

However, as the saying goes, if there are ten thousand books falsely, one sentence will be passed on in truth. There aren't really that many core magic books either. Wang Yongnu tried his best, and he read important books in the past few years in school.

Hermione didn't pretend to be blind when she saw Wang Yong in the library, and sometimes she sat with Wang Yong and discussed some magic issues with Wang Yong, of course, Wang Yong basically taught her.