The Gryffindor Sword is extremely sharp.

Ogre oil also works.

Even if his strength was weak due to his age, it was enough to cut through the troll's tough skin, rip off a whole piece of flesh, blur the flesh, and throw it to the ground.

The stupid thing roared in anger and raised its stick high and slammed it down on Harry.

Whirring wind!

Harry rolled under the troll's crotch, and the stick struck the ground where he was, sending a puff of smoke and rubble that cracked the floor.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand, since the "Yaksi" is not good, let's change it.

But this magic seal, which has the power to knock two hundred catties of Fei Nong's uncle away, only made the troll stumble, and the wound on his leg was further torn, and the blood was gushing.

Alder, who has always been unbeatable, is also very substandard.

Harry gritted his teeth, he finally understood why even though he was physically strong, he had passed the grass trial and survived the mutation early.

But the other witchers insisted that Harry would not be allowed to travel until he was twenty years old.

It's really...

The more you grow, the more you have meat, the more you have an advantage.

"Perhaps, you should run away now, its calf is injured and may not be able to catch up with you." The Sorting Hat advises, "Evasion is not a failure, you have dragged it off. ”

Harry yelled, "Shut up! Hermione was still in the bathroom. ”

"As long as she doesn't die, Madam Pomfrey can save her." The Sorting Hat continued to "sincerely" suggest, "Troll's attacks have no magical effect. ”

Harry ignored it, took off his hat, and tossed it aside—he hadn't succeeded in brewing the Witcher's potion, and the other potions he had learned now couldn't support him in this battle.

The hat is useless.

"Oh, you stinky little ghost!" The Sorting Hat yelled, "Where did you leave me, this is the bathroom door." ”

Harry sneered, "I'd love to throw you in the toilet bowl and calm you down - if it weren't for me right now." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand.

"Igni!"

Flames poured out of his palms, gilding around the troll's body—a sigil that directly unleashed flames, and when refined to a certain point, the fire became more powerful and could scorch through the armor of enemies.

The troll roared, and its skin entangled in flames visibly became vulnerable to the naked eye.

Useful.

And it's very effective.

It's too late to think about why.

Harry strode forward, slashing at the place where the seal had been burned, and ripping off another piece of flesh.

He saw hope.

You can grind this thing to death, or drag it to the professor.

The troll was in pain, and raised its foot and stomped it down.

Harry rolled again, slamming his hand on the ground.

"Arden!"

Lilac runes appear on the ground, and this magic seal is a magic trap that can form a small area, slowing down and dulling enemies who step on it.

The trolls were barely affected.

Arden was useless.

Harry took a sip and waved his hand, and a pale golden magical shield encircled him—this was the Quinn Seal, forming a magical barrier to protect himself.

Crunch –

There was a sudden movement in the bathroom door, and a small otter's head poked out, and the outside world was so wonderful that she couldn't help but want to look at it.

At this time-

Harry's eyes widened and he cursed.

The troll pricked up its ears and thought to itself with its unintelligent little head, that the human in front of him was slippery, and that he couldn't hit it at all, so it was better to bully the new human.

It turned its head to look at Hermione, opening its mouth and growling.

"Get in!" Harry growled.

Hermione stared blankly at the fierce troll that came at her, and wanted to cry, but there were no tears anymore: "I... I can't move. ”

She was hungry for a long time and cried for a long time, in addition to crying her emotions and tears, she also cried with all her strength.

The troll raised its wooden stick high and was about to smash it down—

Harry raised his hand.

"Alder!"

The seal of law is not headed for the trolls, but with Hermione as the main target, and the majestic magic is difficult to move the trolls, but it is enough to knock Hermione away.

They flew out upside down with the door and slammed into the wall of the bathroom.

The troll's sticks fall.

Sawdust and gravel were flying, and Hermione was lying inside, eating a Alpha Seal, which was not something she could easily bear, but it was better than being knocked on the head with a stick from a troll.

"Harry, you're a wizard, not a warrior." The Sorting Hat, who had been stepped on by the troll, muttered, "Get rid of it, damn foot stink, oh, that's disgusting!" ”

Harry was stunned.

The situation is urgent, and the ability of the demon hunter is engraved in his bones, but now he is not only the power of the demon hunter.

He pulled out his wand and held it in his left hand.

With a sword in his right hand, he slashed at the troll's wrist, almost touching the bone.

The troll suffers - Harry takes the opportunity to wave his wand and cast a transfiguration, the stick like silk slips out of the dirty monster's hand, and with a wave of his wand, it flies, wraps around the troll's feet, and the other end flies into Harry's hand.

"Igni!"

The fiery serpent surged and wrapped around the troll's body, spreading towards its neck.

"Alder!"

The mana surged and slammed into the troll, still with a faint effect, only causing it to shake slightly—but that was enough, Harry gritted his teeth and tugged at the silk of the stick in his hand.

Boom –

The troll falls.

This is the best chance.

Harry strode onto the troll's thigh, jumped onto the troll's back, aimed at his neck, clenched his hands, and stabbed down with a sword.

Blood poured out of Harry's face.

The troll howled in pain.

The breath of life is still there.

Another sword!

The troll struggled to death, writhing on the ground, trying to shake Harry off, but... It's useless, even if you're young now, you're still a witcher.

Harry kept his balance and stabbed with a third sword.

The troll's breath of life poured out, and it was finally drained away.

He's dead.

Harry let out a breath and walked towards the bathroom with his sword.

The otter girl fell unconscious.

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up." Harry nudged her.

Hermione opened her eyes blindfolded: "Oh... Harry, I... Am I dead? ”

"Not yet." Harry held Hermione's head to stop her urge to sit up, "Don't move now, it'll be almost as fast as you do." ”

A shot of the Alpha Seal caused her a lot of injuries.

Outside the corridor, footsteps hurriedly came, and a large area-

"The professor is here, you lie here, I'll go out." Harry stood up.

"Oh, trolls, I saw trolls!" Hermione finally came to her senses and screamed in fear.

Harry waved his hand, "Dead, don't worry, it's okay." ”

Hermione was stunned and wanted to say something more, but Harry had already walked out completely.

Outside the bathroom, Ron led McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Quirrell in, or rather, it was more appropriate for him to be led.

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall saw Harry, noticed that he was covered in blood, and cried out in shock, barely catching her breath.

Snape's face changed suddenly, and he quickened his pace.

Only Quirrell, who immediately noticed that Harry's breath was stable, went straight past Harry, looked at the troll that had fallen behind him, collapsed at the bathroom door, held his heart, and sobbed.

"Professor, I'm fine, I'm not even hurt." Harry spoke softly and comforted the two professors, "This blood is troll. ”

Snape calmed down, looked at it carefully, made sure Harry wasn't lying, and gritted his teeth: "Potter, what the hell are you doing!" ”

"Savior addicted?"

"Something happened to Hogwarts, so many professors can't count on it, but they want you to be a first-year wizard?"

"Is it so showy?"

Professor McGonagall didn't defend Harry, and at this moment, she and Snape were united, staring at him with serious, relieved, and terrified eyes.

Harry looked at Ron, "Ron, didn't you tell the professors?" ”

Ron craned his neck, "Oh... That, I forgot. ”

"Okay." Harry sighed, "Professor, let me explain briefly, Ron and I noticed that Hermione didn't show up at the dinner, maybe because Ron made Hermione angry, she stayed in the bathroom on the first floor and cried. ”

"When Quirrell—" Harry glanced at Quirrell, "Professor Quirrell said that when the trolls appeared in the basement classroom, I immediately thought of Hermione. ”

"Let Ron inform you, I'll come and take Hermione away."

"It's just that I didn't have good luck, I happened to run into a troll, blocked the bathroom door, and had to kill it."

Under the corpse of the troll, a muffled voice sounded: "Yes, I can testify to the hat." ”

"Now you're doing well, whoever gets me out, I really can't stand it, the trolls stink."

Professor McGonagall's face turned green as she looked at the sorting hat that had been pinned down by the troll and soaked in blood, revealing only a pointed hat.

"Harry, this is ......" Professor McGonagall couldn't hold back, holding her hand to her chest.

Harry's face was expressionless, and he pulled his hat out, shaking in disgust, "It's so noisy, I'll just throw it away, Professor McGonagall, could you please use the Cleansing Charm, I haven't learned that charm yet." ”

Professor McGonagall was about to wave her wand.

The Sorting Hat spoke weakly, "It's useless, I'm immune to spells, I can only wash it by hand, Potter, I have to come." ”

Harry snorted in disgust.

"Where's Miss Granger?" McGonagall was stunned for a moment, looked at the corpse of the troll, and her heart came to her mind again, "She won't be ...... the troll too"

Harry shook his head, "No, she's in the bathroom, just... It may not be a good situation. ”

"She was hit by a troll?" Professor McGonagall's face turned pale.

Harry continued to shake his head, "No, she was hit by me. ”

Well?

Professor McGonagall was confused.

Ron was thoughtful - could this be Harry's penchant for smashing allies to boost his morale before he could do anything to the enemy?

"I was fighting with the trolls, and she suddenly poked her head out to see the excitement, and the trolls were attracted to her and wanted to do something to her." Harry explained, "Let her get out of the way, she can't move." ”

"I can't help it, I can only cast a spell to get her out of the way - it's just that I can't control the force."

"I briefly examined her injuries."

"I broke my left hand and broke at least three ribs, but I was lucky not to hurt my neck......"

It's called luck?!

No Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts has had such a serious injury.

McGonagall only felt that it was pitch black in front of her, took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes in pain, "Alright, alright, Mr. Potter, you let me slow down." ”

Snape scoffed.

Ron stood behind Snape, winking at him, worried, as if to hint at something.