Harry tried to take Ron to apologize to Hermione, but Hermione didn't show up until the end of the next lesson.

Hermione hadn't been seen all afternoon, so Harry had to put the matter down for now.

While heading to the Great Hall for Halloween Eve dinner, Harry and the others overheard Hermione's roommate Parvati Pettier talking to her friend about Hermione crying in the women's restroom.

This made Ron uncomfortable, especially when Harry urged him to think he might be wrong.

"Let's go and apologize to her later." Ron wasn't a bad boy, and he still couldn't get past the level of goodness.

Harry nodded, and the two agreed to apologize at the end of the Halloween feast.

As soon as they walked into the auditorium, the colorful Halloween decorations instantly took over their eyes.

A thousand bats flutter across the walls and ceiling.

Above the dining table, a thousand fluttered like low dark clouds.

Candles flicker in the belly of the hollowed-out pumpkin, and delicacies appear on the golden plate on the table.

John looked around, picked up a potato with skin on it and threw it at the back of Neville's head.

"Neville, where's Hermione?"

Neville's head ached, and he turned his head to see John, and after a moment of pause, he recalled, "I heard Parvati Patil say that Hermione was crying in the women's restroom, and no one comforted her. ”

"Yes, I'd better go find her, she shouldn't want to miss such a wonderful banquet."

John's heart was faintly uneasy, and he remembered what Barrot the Bloody had said.

And he always felt like something was going to happen today, as if there was a plot here.

[Ding, find Hermione to solve the troll, get any point +1, blessing: Troll Slayer]

[Troll Slayer: Damage increased against giant creatures]

John was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed.

He remembered that during the Halloween Eve feast, it seemed that a giant monster had escaped.

He didn't think Hermione, a young wizard, could deal with a twelve-foot-tall troll with brute strength.

Without much thought, John left his position directly.

Dumbledore, who was tasting the sweet pumpkin cake, saw the scene, and his wise eyes under the half-moon lenses seemed to be thinking about something.

Shortly after John left, Quirrell ran in with a large scarf on his head.

His face was full of horror, and everyone stopped to look at him.

Quirrell quickly ran to the chair next to Dumbledore, leaned back on the chair, and gasped with a shocked face:

"Trolls...... Inside the basement...... Thought you should know. ”

His words were intermittent, but they revealed a piece of news.

There are trolls.

With that, Quirrell fell headfirst to the floor.

The Great Hall was in chaos, and Dumbledore presided over the scene, quieted everyone down, and ordered the prefect to take the students back to the dormitory.

Harry and the others are among them, and Ron suspects that the trolls were set on by Peeves.

Harry, however, suddenly remembered Hermione.

"Oh no, Hermione doesn't know about trolls yet."

Ron bit his lip, glanced at his prefect brother Percy, and said decisively, "Well, it's better not to let Percy see us." ”

The two immediately lowered their bodies to reduce their sense of presence and left the group.

Before heading to the women's bathroom, Harry spotted Professor Snape heading towards the fourth floor.

This incident planted the seeds of doubt in his heart.

...

On the first floor, the girls' bathroom.

Hermione was crying in the cell, she was excellent in every way, but she was also a little girl.

Being isolated by her classmates made her very sad.

After crying for a while, she felt much better.

Sobbing and going to the sink, she washed her face, her eyes still a little red.

"Well, John won't hate me."

She reassured herself that at least she had John's friend.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was distracted when there was a knock on the door outside.

Hermione was startled, and there was a tremor in her voice.

"Who is it?"

"Hermione, are you alright?"

It's John.

He found the women's restroom and was relieved to hear that Hermione was okay inside.

Just as he was about to ask Hermione to open the door, he smelled a foul smell.

The smell is comparable to that of the Weasley twins, like stinky socks and uncleaned public toilets.

John was barely stunned, and when he looked back, a huge figure in the shadows made a grunt and the sound of heavy soles falling to the ground.

John grabbed the door that was about to open, and said solemnly inside, "Hermione, find a place to hide, don't open the door." ”

His eyes were fixed on the troll, which was admittedly of low intelligence, but he couldn't deny the stress of the twelve-foot monster with granite-like skin.

It looked like a stunted head was like a stone with a cocoa bean on top of it, and the troll was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand.

John would never have doubted whether it hurt more to be hit by this thing or to be hit by a Bludger.

"It's been a tough battle today."

Taking a deep breath and calming down, it was the first time John had faced such a big guy, bigger than Hagrid.

The troll, who had a bit of a bad brain, scratched his head when he saw that John was still a little puzzled, and he didn't think that this was harmless.

On the contrary, the trolls are now extremely dangerous.

John glanced at the approaching trolls and shifted a little nervously.

"Come on, big man, maybe we should have a real bloody fight."

Licking the corners of his mouth, a fierce glint appeared in John's eyes.

With a flick of his left hand, the wand appeared in his hand and waved it at the troll.

"Reducto"

The white light struck the troll, causing it to retreat in pain, and a fist-sized mark appeared on its skin.

This completely enraged the troll, which roared and swung its stick at John.

John rolled over and dodged, and the wooden stick swept through the door of the women's bathroom, smashing it directly.

"Ah——!h

Hermione's scream rang out, and the troll was about to look over when it was struck by John's next spell.

"Come here!"

With a shout, John ran backwards.

The troll didn't suspect that he chased after him.

John fights and retreats to lure the trolls out of the women's restroom.

...

When Harry and Ron arrived at the women's bathroom, their hearts were half chilled when they saw the miserable toilet door.

"Hermione!"

They ran to the women's restroom and saw Hermione in the corner.

"Looks like the trolls didn't go in."

As soon as the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, they heard Hermione's trembling and anxious voice, "John, John lured the troll away, let's go rescue him." ”

Even Ron doesn't count any more than Hermione at the moment.

Gryffindor has no shortage of courage to take risks for his friends, and they chase after the trolls.

...

John calculated the distance, and now it was far enough away from the women's restroom not to affect Hermione.

A wooden stick that rolled forward to dodge the whizzing past, and John didn't hesitate to turn and cast the spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa"

Broken walls shattered by the troll's wooden sticks float up and smash into the troll with the guidance of a wand.

The troll was smashed into the door and retreated in pain.

John took advantage of the victory to pursue, snatched the medieval armor, and the sword in his hand swung silver light in midair, slashing at the troll's arm holding the wooden stick with all his might.

Blood spilled out, and in the moonlight, the silver light sword dance was as graceful as a waltz.

The blow didn't cut off the troll's arm, making it difficult to hold the stick, and the pain irritated the troll, making it even more manic.

The troll's attack pattern is as simple as its head, and it's easier to see through when it's manic.

"Reducto"

Repeating the same trick, John dodged the sweeping wooden stick and struck the troll in the head with a single bone shatter, causing it to fall.

The sword in his hand swings down, slicing off the troll's fingers so that it can't grasp the stick.

Before the stick hit the ground, John cast a levitation charm to hold the stick in place and swung it with all his might, knocking the troll flying.

"It's over."

John breathed a sigh of relief as the troll stopped moving after crashing into the hapless medieval armor.

He stepped forward, he wanted to make sure this thing was really dead.

As soon as they got closer, Harry and the three chased after them.

After seeing the mess, the three little mouths opened wide enough to swallow a potato with skin on.

"John, are you alright?"

Harry shouted.

John looked back, and the troll he thought was dead had opened his eyes at this moment.

The still intact left hand waved at John, causing the three little ones to scream.

Instinctively, John swung his sword and collided with that hand.

Bite.

The sword flew out and plunged into the ceiling, and John's right hand went numb and lost his weapon.

But don't forget, he's a wizard.

The wand in his left hand pierced the troll's eye like a viper before it could rise.

Holding his wand, John's face was covered with coldness.

The death sentence of the troll was pronounced.

"Reducto"

Even if it's a troll, a shot of broken bones exploding in the brain can't withstand it.

That ridiculous head was like a boiled bean, bursting open all at once.

The scene of eating extremely made the three little ones a little unappetizing.

In fact, they have already spit out.

...