On Halloween's Eve, Rolf wakes up early in the morning to the smell of roasted pumpkins in the hallway.

He was eager to knock on the kitchen door and ask the elves if they could let him sleep in peace.

In Charms class, Professor Flitwick stood on top of the tall stack of books and announced that they could begin to learn how to make objects fly.

Ever since they saw Professor Flitwick flying Neville's toad around the classroom, the students had been eager to try this skill.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into teams of two to begin the training. And Rolf, seeing the trio sitting in the row next to him, seemed to think that things were not simple.

Harry finally told Rolf about the last night trip with the trio, and asked him why Hermione had been ignoring him and Ron all the time, as if they had committed some unforgivable crime.

To be honest, Rolf didn't understand why Hermione was angry, after all, he hadn't been involved in it personally, but he guessed that Hermione might have been scared?

"Well, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training on!" Professor Flitwick stood on top of his pile of books as usual and shrieked.

"Shake and shake, remember, shake and shake. It's also very important to pronounce the spell, and don't forget the wizard Barufeo, who said the 'f' to the 's',

It turned out to find himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest. ”

The brain may understand, but the hand will tell you: No, you don't!

Rolf saw Ron waving and shaking, and shaking, and doing it over and over again, but the feathers that should have been sent into the air by them were still lying motionless on the floor.

"You're wrong," Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron, said unceremoniously,

"It's Yuga-Dimlevi-O-Sa, and the word 'plus' should be long and clear. ”

"Since you're so clever, you'll give it a try," Ron mocked when he saw Hermione so domineering.

Looking at Ron's little friend who had been taunting Hermione, Rolf really couldn't figure out how he found his daughter-in-law like this?

Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said, "Yuga Dim Leviosa!" Their feather rose from the table and hung four feet above their heads.

"Oh, well done!" Professor Flitwick clasped his hands and shouted, "Look, Miss Granger has succeeded!"

"No wonder people can't stand her," Ron said to Harry, as they struggled through the crowded hallways.

"Honestly, she was like a nightmare, and she lost her temper for no reason. Someone bumped into Harry and hurried past them, it was Hermione.

Rolf walked ahead of them and caught a glimpse of Hermione's face, and he noticed that she was actually shedding tears.

"I think she heard you. Rolf looked at Hermione, who ran over crying, and turned back to Ron with a slight hesitation.

"So what?" Ron said, but there was a hint of unease. She must have noticed, she didn't have any friends. ”

Rolf shook his head, and hurried to the herb class with his roommates Justin and Ernie.

He suddenly missed his old middle and high school years, just sitting in the classroom and waiting for the teacher to come to class, and he didn't need to go around most of Hogwarts Castle to go to the greenhouse.

Unbeknownst to Rolfe, Hermione didn't show up for the next class, and was nowhere to be seen all afternoon.

Rolf usually runs a few laps around the Black Lake after class in the afternoon, as he has always been on his mind to unlock Tom's fitness.

Malfoy was running with him today, and since the last time he had cried with Malfoy in his arms, Malfoy seemed to be a different person.

Although he was polite and noble, Rolf found that he was very friendly to all potential young wizards, whether pure-bloods or Muggles.

Is it worthy of the sleek Malfoy family?

Rolf looked at his watch, it was almost Halloween time, and he walked towards the castle to clean himself up.

Rolf assured that he really didn't want to eavesdrop, but that his hearing skills had been strengthened by his physical strength.

Rolf overhears that Patil is telling her friend Lavender that Hermione is crying sadly in the women's bathroom, and that no one is going to comfort her.

Rolf knew it when he heard the women's bathroom, and it seemed that the plot of the troll attack was about to begin.

Moments later, however, when they walked into the dining room and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, they immediately threw themselves into a delicious feast.

What Hermione is not Hermione's, it's still the most important thing to eat!Hermione isn't mine anyway~

Rolf had finished eating a crispy sausage roasted with a crust when Professor Quirrell burst into the dining room, his large scarf slanted over his head and a look of horror on his face.

Everyone stared at him, only to see him run to Professor Dumbledore's chair, lean back on the table, gasp for breath, and say, "Troll!

With that, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.

There was chaos in the restaurant. Professor Dumbledore had to use his wand and make a few piercing fireworks explosions over his head before everyone fell silent.

Dumbledore instructed the prefects to immediately lead the students of their respective houses to their dormitories, and Rolf looked at the untouched food on his table with reluctance.

While everyone was running away in a hurry, they frantically loaded it into the warehouse.

"Hurry up, Rolf, why are you still standing there?" Justin urged him anxiously.

Rolf slandered in his heart, when you eat for a while, you must not eat, otherwise I will look down on you!

At Justin's urging, he stopped frantically collecting food and followed the prefect to the Hufflepuff break room.

But he found that there seemed to be two Gryffindor cubs behind him?

Harry and Ron were seen burying themselves together, blending in with the Hufflepuff crowd and walking in the other direction.

"What are you doing here?" Rolf asked knowingly, at the two of them.

Harry naively thought that Rolf was concerned about him, and said, "Hermione doesn't know about the trolls yet, we have to go tell her!

Rolf thought about it and decided to refuse, but unexpectedly, after a while, a small Slytherin snake also mixed into the badger herd.

Rolf looked at Malfoy, who was also following him, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to see the trolls, that must be interesting!" Malfoy said with a green glint in his eyes.

The Sorting Hat is somewhat unreliable, Malfoy is actually a Gryffindor mixed in Slytherin, right?

Rolf wanted to refuse, but Malfoy and Harry didn't care if he agreed or not, and just pulled them together.

He was forced to obey them, who called himself a Hufflepuff cherub, how could he watch his friends in danger, though the troll was not dangerous.

A group of four quietly slipped through the empty side hallway and hurried to the women's bathroom.

Although Ron looked very upset when he saw Malfoy, Malfoy hadn't put on a bad face for him for a long time, and he didn't want to have a seizure for no reason.

As soon as they turned the corner, they heard hurried footsteps behind them. They hid in horror and then secretly looked at who it was.

It was Snape!He walked through the hallway, waving his robes like a large bat, and quickly disappeared from their sight.

"What is he going to do?" Harry asked in a low voice to his friends,

"Why didn't he stay in the basement classroom below, with the other teachers?" Ron continued.

"Who knows," Malfoy replied, and although he had known Snape since childhood, he was not familiar enough to know his every move.

They heard Snape's footsteps fading away, and crept down the other hallway, trying not to make a sound.

They didn't have time to care what Snape was doing, and when they had turned a corner, they saw the troll stop by a door, peeking inside.

It wiggled its long ears, made a decision with its small head, and then lowered its head and slowly slipped into the room.

It was a horrible sight, twelve feet tall and its skin dull.

Gray as granite, its massive, stupid body resembled a huge pile of mud with a small head like a cocoa bean on top of it.

Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and underneath are flat, thick, calloused feet.

The smell emanating from its body was disgusting, and it clutched a thick wooden stick in its hand, which dragged on the ground due to its long arms.

P.S.: Guess what's going to happen to this troll?

Some friends guess that this article is Tan Meiwen...... Don't think that when I say cute, it's Tan Meiwen, 11-year-old children, can't they be described as cute?

And the handsome Cedric, that's the word Aunt Rowling used when she wrote it, not that I used it indiscriminately......

I was so aggrieved that I was about to cry......