Of course, the little lions didn't want to see Miss Otter, and they didn't try to bully her.

Although many people would like to do this - splash ink on Miss Otter's homework book, cut her school uniform, or add some weird potions to her breakfast.

But Harry's attitude towards her hadn't changed in the slightest.

Or do homework together, discuss spells, potions.

They didn't have a good deal - no, they were looking at Harry's face, and they were reluctant to treat Miss Otter as transparent.

Hermione was aggrieved.

She wanted to make up for it, at least to make up for the forty points shortfall, and she spoke at high intensity in every class, which was really useful, and every professor except Snape gave her a lot of points.

In the course of a month, although he had not earned forty points, he still had more than twenty points, making the gap between Gryffindor and the other three houses not so big.

But that didn't change her situation at Gryffindor House, and even worsened it.

The lion cubs are wearing tinted glasses.

In my heart, I think she is acting on purpose.

A nasty who only knows how to make the professors happy, but doesn't care about the college.

Harry was also busy.

Professor Flitwick dragged him to discuss the seal, and he tried several times without success; Professor Quirrell is unreliable, and he's going to have to figure out Defence Against the Dark Arts on his own; And then there's Professor McGonagall's confinement - it's called confinement, which used to help with the correction of the first grade, followed by the addition of the second-year homework, and some extracurricular tutoring.

Gryffindor couldn't fail to excel in Transfiguration.

It's tradition.

He also often went to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout clean and tidy up, and pick up some herbs by the way.

On weekends, Hagrid would occasionally visit Hagrid and hope that he would take him into the Forbidden Forest to pick up "worthless knick-knacks", but Hagrid never agreed.

It wasn't until Thursday, October 31 that the first-year students had their first festival at Hogwarts, the wizards didn't celebrate Columbus Day.

The last lesson on Halloween is a Charms lesson.

They began to learn the third spell after the Lighting Charm and the Lockpicking Charm, the Levitation Charm.

The lion cubs were enthusiastic about it—they had long since seen Harry wave his wand and let his bag float up behind him, and his eyes were too hot to watch.

But the spell is not simple.

There are many syllables, a full eight tones, and the gestures are somewhat complicated.

Ron threw his arm like a windmill, shouting loudly and chanting incantations, as if trying to coerce the feather into floating on its own in this way.

But it didn't work.

Feathers are not afraid.

"Ron, you're wrong!" Hermione's air pressure was a little low, "'G' is to be pronounced!" Be clear and long. ”

Irritated, Ron brought the incantation over - perhaps on purpose, he had long wanted to yell at Hermione, "You're so good, you're coming!" ”

Hermione raised her wand: "Yuga—Dimleviosa." ”

The wand waved, the feather into the air.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up and he applauded, "Oh, pretty! An excellent levitation charm, and look, Miss Granger has succeeded. ”

"Gryffindor plus one point."

But no little lion applauded her, and they all treated her coldly.

The little badgers applauded stupidly, and when they found that the atmosphere was not quite right, the applause only began and gradually cooled.

All the way until the end of class.

Seamus, under Harry's instruction, finally lifted the sixth feather into the air after blowing it up, causing him to scream with excitement - and then the feather exploded in the air.

And Ron...

His mentality collapsed a little under Hermione's nagging, and he could have made the feather move a little, but then... He was reduced to the same level as Seamo.

"You can," Hermione grumbled, packing her bag, "just a little bit, the fourth time, you made the feathers move." ”

"But if you just don't listen to me, if you read it, we can add one more point, Seamus has added points!"

"Harry is so good, now the professors are almost willing to give him back the points that Professor Snape deducted, and after they do, they will not give him any more points, we have to work hard to ......"

"Enough is enough!" Ron gritted his teeth and slapped the table.

Hermione shuddered.

With a click, the book in his hand slammed down on the table.

"Nobody cares about that score, Miss Granger!" Ron gritted his teeth and hysterically pulled the words out of his mouth, "That doesn't matter at all. ”

"Even if you score more points, you won't be liked, you should reflect on your own problems!"

"Why doesn't anyone want to be your friend?"

"It's not about the score!"

"It's just that you always talk about these irrelevant and crooked things!"

Hermione's nose twitched, tears welled up, she picked up her school bag, bumped into the crowd and ran outside.

Ron opened his mouth and looked at her back, suddenly regretting it.

"You're talking a little too much." Harry helped him get his heart out.

"No, she needs someone to point out the problem and reflect on it." You can say what is in your heart, but you can't say it by others, and Ron immediately hardened his mouth.

Harry chuckled, "Perhaps, but I think you'd better apologize to her later." ”

"She just doesn't understand it yet, she's making up for it in her own way."

Ron pursed his lips and lowered his head, a little reluctantly, "Oh, maybe you're right. ”

But once Hermione was gone, she was nowhere to be found.

She was not seen in the next flying lesson, and when the class was over and she came to the hall, Hogwarts was beaming, preparing for the dinner party, preparing for Halloween Eve, and she could not be seen.

"What about the Hermione?" Ron probed his brain, found the figure, he typed the abdominal draft of the whole flight lesson, he couldn't work in vain, he couldn't see people, how could he say it?

"I don't know."

"I didn't pay attention."

The other lion cubs shook their heads.

Lavender replied earnestly: "I went to the bathroom during class just now, and she seems to be there. ”

The location is somewhat awkward.

Ron didn't have a good time either, he nibbled on two pumpkin pies, and when he picked up the third, he turned to look at Harry, "Shall we bring her something to eat?" ”

"I mean Hermione."

Harry picked up the potato skin, nodded, and was about to speak.

Bang bang -

The door to the hall was violently slammed open, and Professor Quirrell crawled in, ran in front of Dumbledore, and exclaimed in horror, "Troll! Escaped from the basement classroom - I thought you knew. ”

With that, he threw his head on the table, tilting it slightly, lest he plunge headlong into the creamy mushroom soup.

The auditorium was in shambles.

Dumbledore raised his wand and shot two purple fireworks, "Alright, be quiet. ”

"Prefect, bring back the students of your academy."

Percy immediately stood up, padded his feet, and raised his hand high: "Senior students let go, let the freshmen and junior students go first, follow me ......"

"Harry, we—" Ron grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him as he followed Percy.

Harry shook off his hand, "Go talk to the professor, Hermione might run into a troll, in the bathroom on the first floor." ”

"She? How so? Ron was stunned, a little puzzled.

"There's no time to explain." Harry shoved Ron and shoved half of the peeled potato into his mouth, running to the bathroom with his sorting hat in his hand.

The Witcher's years of experience in the wind and rain allow him to string all the details together in the shortest possible time and make relatively correct judgments.

Lavender said she saw Hermione in the bathroom.

The last lesson was a flying lesson, which took place at the Quidditch pitch, where there was no bathroom, and if you needed it, you had to go back to the castle.

The bathroom on the first floor was the closest, so there was no need to look far away, and Hermione was most likely there.

If it's just a simple troll getting out of control and smashing down the underground classroom, it's nothing more than heartache for Slytherin and Hufflepuff - their common rooms are all in the basement.

But this thing is different.

That Quirrell was acting, and the troll was most likely unleashed by him. For the assault? Or is it just a bad taste? Whatever the reason, he probably wanted the noise to be as loud as possible.

The basement is too small to make too much noise.

Harry reached into his Sorting Hat and pulled out the Gryffindor sword, and pulled out a bottle of sword oil, ogre oil.

Thank God.

The good habits of the witcher make it so that he doesn't have to panic at such times.

As he ran, he carefully applied the sword oil.

The Sorting Hat suddenly spoke, "Oh, are you going to take on the trolls alone?" ”

"If I run into Hermione and I run into a troll, I'll have to do that." Harry replied.

"But you're just a first-year wizard." The Sorting Hat said again.

Harry nodded, "Of course, I know, so I asked Ron to inform the professor." ”

"If you go down with a troll, you'll die." A wrinkle appeared on the Sorting Hat, and it frowned, "That's a dangerous creature. ”

"Gryffindor once met a forest troll, and it took a lot of effort to kill it."

"Uh-huh, so what?" Harry was unmoved, "Are you trying to tell me about weaknesses other than books?" What else is there besides the neck? ”

The Sorting Hat was stunned and raised his voice: "I'm talking about danger!" ”

Harry ignored it, he had already run to the hall of the classroom, and the situation was not good, the troll and Hermione's aura were mixed together, which slowed him down.

"What, want to back off?" The Sorting Hat continued to shout, "In the face of trolls, the little wizard is not a failure, and it can even be said to be a wise choice. ”

"That Miss Granger doesn't have to be in trouble......"

Harry shook his head and quickened his pace, "No, I'm afraid Hermione is already running into a troll." ”

"Also, there's no need to test me."

"Even if you're a hat, I can hear what you're thinking."

"I make a choice, and I won't change it."

The Sorting Hat stopped talking.

Harry stopped talking, and when he lifted his sword, he saw - trolls. Gray-brown skin, hanging with dead leaves and mud, and holding a wooden stick that mops the floor and is nearly two meters long.

The head is small, and the neck is hidden in the fat of the folds of the head, which is barely visible.

It is the most powerful mountain monster among the trolls.

"Yaksi!"

Harry raised his hand and cast the seal.

Troll action stutters.

Golden opportunity!

Harry raised his sword high and slashed at the troll's legs—he was too short to hit his neck even if he jumped.

The trolls woke up sooner than Harry thought.

He really appreciated what the book says - trolls are usually highly resistant to spells.

The time to wake up is even about the same as that of Professor McGonagall.

The troll was also more agile than Harry thought it would be - it was stupid, but that was the brain, not the body.

It stomped and turned, and the sword struck only its right calf.