"I think she heard you, and you should apologize."

Rig looked at Ron reproachfully.

"It's not all my fault......" Ron stiffened.

But his eyes were erratic, and there was a hint of unease.

He didn't want to hurt Hermione, he just couldn't stand Hermione's ways.

"She must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."

Ron reluctantly explained, "Even Neville isn't with Hermione anymore. ”

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

This incident made Ron absent-minded all afternoon and couldn't listen to the lecture.

Of course, he didn't pay attention to the lecture either.

In the end, Ron, who really couldn't stand the condemnation of his conscience, stared at Rig with a blank eye.

Rig and Ron discuss that when Hermione shows up again, Ron will apologize.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

He also felt that he should apologize, but he didn't want to bow his head so actively.

Harry was also a little distracted.

He wasn't sure if he approved of Ron, Hermione had seen it.

So he was going to go with Rig and Ron.

The trio walked to the cafeteria after class.

Hermione could skip class, but she always had to eat, right?

It was their first Halloween feast at Hogwarts, and Rig guessed that Hermione would go to see it.

The restaurant for Halloween feasts is decorated with colorful Halloween decorations.

A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more, like low clouds, swirled above the table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker.

Delicacies will suddenly appear on golden plates, just like at the opening banquet.

Harry and Ron's favorite chicken thighs are piled up on the plate.

Harry and Ron, who entered the dining room hungry after class, had their eyes glued to all kinds of delicious food.

It's a pity that the mission is not completed yet, so I can only try to find Hermione first.

When they arrived at the trio in the auditorium, they were disappointed to find that there was no Hermione here.

"Maybe Hermione finished eating while we were in class, so we can apologize to Hermione before class tomorrow." Harry analyzed.

The trio, who were discussing and moving forward, were suddenly pulled by Petyr.

She was Hermione's roommate and had been worried about Hermione's situation today.

Patil frowned and said worriedly, "I know where Hermione is. She cried sadly all afternoon in the women's restroom and refused to come out. ”

Hermione's roommates all want the trio to do the same, but what if they can convince Hermione?

Ron looked even more uncomfortable when he heard this.

They didn't know that Ron was the one who made Hermione so sad.

The aroma of the meal has always surrounded the trio.

Watching their classmates eat and drink, Harry and Ron were even hungrier.

Rig was hungry too, but he was more worried about Hermione.

There was a gurgling sound in Harry's stomach, and Ron's stomach rang as well.

One after the other, one louder than the other, like a symphony.

This made Patil giggle and Lavender beside her.

Patil barely held back a smile and said, "You guys go eat first, and then go and persuade Hermione after eating." We also packed meals for her. ”

Rig thought about it, and only when he was full did he have the strength to find Hermione.

Bread is the staff of life.

I don't know how long I'm going to persuade Hermione.

Seeing Rig nod, Harry and Ron cheered and rushed to their usual positions and sat down.

One person took a plate of big chicken legs that he had been optimistic about for a long time.

Everyone stuffed their mouths to the brim and raced against the clock.

Harry was eating a potato with the skin on it and thinking that Hermione was still hungry and that they had to hurry.

That's when the unexpected happened.

Professor Quirrell, who was in charge of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, burst into the cafeteria, his large scarf slanted over his head and a look of horror on his face.

The little wizards who were eating stared at him, and some put down their knives and forks in a daze.

Professor Quirrell walked over to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned over the table, gasped, and said, "Troll...... In the basement classroom...... Thought you should know. ”

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

Troll?

Rig felt the word familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

If Neville's memory ball was in his hand at this time, it would be red and shiny.

There was chaos in the restaurant.

Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explosions on his wand's head before everyone fell silent.

"Prefects," he said in a low voice and with a solemn countenance, "lead the students of your academy to the dormitory at once!" ”

Percy Weasley, who is the prefect of Gryffindor, is naturally at ease.

"Follow me! Don't get scattered, first-graders! As long as you do what I tell you, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls! Percy adjusted his prefect badge to make it more visible.

"Alright, follow me closely. Get out of the way, the first graders are going to pass! I beg your pardon, I'm a prefect! ”

The little wizard of the first year was like a chick following an old hen, and he trembled and followed Percy out.

No one thought that there would be danger in Hogwarts.

Rig also hurriedly urged Harry and Ron to stop eating and follow Percy.

Even he didn't have the strength to defeat the trolls.

Trolls are terrifying creatures that are extremely ugly and stupid. He is up to 12 feet tall and weighs a full ton.

If it is described in game terms, it is a berserker with high magic resistance and low intelligence.

"How can a troll get in?" Harry asked as they made their way up the stairs.

"Don't ask me, the trolls must be surprisingly stupid," Ron said, "maybe Peeves put it in to spice up Halloween Eve." ”

On the way, they met some crowds of people hurrying in different directions.

As they struggled to squeeze past a crowd of Hufflepuff Academy students with horror on their faces, they listened to them chatter about the upcoming Levitation Charm practice class.

"These Hufflepuffs have always been so big-hearted," Ron complained.

Rig froze, grabbing Harry and Ron's arms.

Harry once saved Hermione by poking a troll in the nostril with his wand!

He had just remembered this plot.

This is the question of the history of magic in mobile games that he once brushed.

"Whose wand ever got troll snot on it?"

The answer is Harry.

This question made him yue for a long time as soon as he saw it.

It was also a rare plot for him to check the information.

"I just remembered Hermione......"

"What's wrong with her......" Harry opened his mouth in the middle of speaking, "Oh my God. ”

"She doesn't know about trolls yet."

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, well," he said decisively, "but we'd better not let Percy see us, he's an old mom." ”

They buried themselves in the Hufflepuff crowd and walked in the other direction.

The trio slipped quietly through the empty side hallway and hurried to the women's restroom that Petill had told them about.

Of course, they hadn't been to this women's restroom.

Patil only gave an approximate direction.

The trio only wanted to avoid stumbling upon trolls while looking for Hermione.

As soon as he turned the corner, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Percy!" Ron said in a low voice.

The three of them immediately hid behind a large stone sculpture of a sphin-like and griffin-headed beast.

Harry was unprepared and didn't stand still, and almost fell out of the stonework.

Rig and Ron grabbed him left and right.

This scene is strikingly similar to the night of the Night Tour, except that the main character is changed to Harry.

Ron covered his mouth with his hand, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

They looked behind the stone carving, only to see that it was not Percy, but Snape.

He walked through the hallway and disappeared from their sight.

"What is he doing?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't he stay in the basement classroom below, with the other teachers?" ”

"How do I know!"

They followed Snape's footsteps as they faded away, creeping down another hallway, trying not to make a sound.

"He's heading to the third floor." Harry said.

But Ron held up his hand, "Can you smell anything?" ”

Rig sniffed, and a foul smell crept into his nostrils, the smell of a smelly sock mixed with a public toilet that was never cleaned.

If you have to find a metaphor, it's similar to bean juice.

Then they heard a muffled grunt and the sound of huge and huge soles of feet dragging on the ground.

Ron notices that at the end of a passage on the left, a behemoth is moving towards them.

They quickly retreated into the darkness and watched as it slowly walked into a patch of moonlight.

It's a troll.