I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The sweet smell of roasted pumpkin filled the entire corridor, and the class was listening to Professor Flitwick's key points on the levitation spell in groups of two.

John could clearly see the Adam's apples of Goyle and Crabbe's swallowing, and Malfoy was in the same group with him. It could be said that they were enemies.

This made Malfoy tense all the time, as if he was afraid that John would suddenly pick up the wand and plunge it into his eye.

Professor Flitwick stood on a makeshift booster chair made of books and encouraged the students in a high-pitched voice.

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!"

"Wave and shake, remember, wave and shake, and recite the spell accurately is also very important. Don't forget Wizard Barufio..."

As the headmaster of Ravenclaw and the professor of Charms, Professor Flitwick is undoubtedly very outstanding.

He wanted to take apart a magic spell, crush it up and feed it to his students bit by bit. He was a very good teacher.

I heard that the young Professor Flitwick once won the duel competition, and he was quite capable.

After Professor Flitwick finished speaking the key points, the students began to practice.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Malfoy's wand almost hit John's face, but the feathers on the table remained indifferent. John was speechless.

He comforted him very patiently and softly: "Malfoy, if you poke my hand again, I will insert the wand into your ear."

The threatening words made Malfoy stiffen, but the self-esteem of the pure-blood noble did not allow him to bow to the mudblood, and said unconvincingly: "You can do it."

"Sorry, I really can."

John shrugged, elegantly took out his wand, and pointed it at the feathers on the table.

With a flick of the wrist, "Wingardium Leviosa"

Under everyone's gaze, the feathers flew up.

Following the guidance of John's wand, the feather flew towards Professor Flitwick, landing accurately and gently in the professor's hand.

"marvelous--!"

Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly and his voice became even shriller, "Look at Mr. Wick's elegant and perfect success. Ten points for Slytherin!"

Hermione, who was confident about Gryffindor's position, had already practiced it.

So for this floating spell, she was completely confident that she could complete it.

But being assigned to Ron, she couldn't stand Ron's brutal swings. Just when she was about to cast the correct spell, John got the better of her.

Looking at the precisely controlled feathers, Hermione felt a little depressed, and she had the perfect person to vent these emotions to.

So Ron unfortunately became extremely moody under Hermione's emotional teachings.

After class, in the crowded corridor.

Ron complained to Harry: "No wonder everyone can't stand her, she's a nightmare."

Hermione heard this, and she felt even more aggrieved. She was obviously helping Ron, but she was disliked.

She was so sad that she didn't wait for John. She wanted to find a place to cry.

Weaving through the crowd, she bumped into Harry.

Harry noticed that she was crying. He had already changed his mind about Hermione and felt that Ron had gone too far.

"I think she heard you."

Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression, and the little boy's pride made him say harshly: "So what, she must have noticed, she doesn't have any friends."

"Ron, you shouldn't say that." Harry said to Ron seriously.

All the good friends spoke, and Ron had no choice but to bow his head and leave in a dull voice, saying in a low voice: "Well, actually she has a friend, and John is the one."

…

Chapter 15 Halloween Party and Trolls

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

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

While heading to the Great Hall for the Halloween party, Harry and Harry overheard Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil talking to her friends about Hermione crying in the women's room.

This made Ron very uncomfortable, especially under Harry's urging, and he felt that he might actually be wrong.

"Let's go to her and apologize later." Ron was not a bad boy, but he still couldn't pass the test of kindness.

Harry nodded, and the two of them discussed going over to apologize after the Halloween party.

When they entered the auditorium, their eyes were instantly filled with colorful Halloween decorations.

A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling.

Above the dining table, there were also a thousand hovering and flying like low dark clouds.

There are candles flickering in the hollow pumpkin belly, and delicacies appear on the golden plates on the table.

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

"Neville, where's Hermione?"

Neville's head hurt, and he turned around and saw John. After being stunned for a while, he recalled and said, "I heard from Parvati Patil that Hermione was crying in the women's bathroom and no one was allowed to comfort her."

"Really? I'd better go find her. She probably won't want to miss such a wonderful banquet."

John felt a little uneasy in his heart. He remembered what Bloody Barrow said.

And he always feels that something will happen today, as if there is a plot here.

[Ding, find Hermione and kill the troll, get any point +1, blessing: Troll Killer]

[Troll Killer: Increased damage to giant creatures]

John was stunned, and then his expression changed.

He remembered that during the Halloween party, a giant monster seemed to run out.

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

Without much thought, John left the position directly.

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

Not long after John left, Quirrell ran in with a big scarf on his head.

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

Quirrell quickly ran to the chair next to Dumbledore, leaned over on the chair, and gasped with shock on his face:

"The troll...in the basement...thought you should know."

His words were sporadic, but he revealed a piece of news.

There are trolls.

After saying this, Quirrell fell to the floor.

The auditorium suddenly became chaotic. Dumbledore presided over the situation and after calming down everyone, ordered the prefects to take the students back to the dormitory.

Harry and Harry were among them, and Ron suspected that the troll was released by Peeves to cause trouble.

But Harry suddenly thought of Hermione.

"Shit, Hermione doesn't know about the trolls yet."

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

The two immediately lowered their bodies to reduce their presence and left the team.

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

This incident planted seeds of doubt in his heart.

…

On the first floor, the girls' bathroom.

Hermione was crying sadly in the cubicle. She was excellent in all aspects, but she was also a little girl.

Being isolated by her classmates made her sad.

After crying for a while, she felt better.

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

"Well, John won't hate me."

She comforted herself that at least she still had John as a friend.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was lost in thought 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 okay?"

It's John.

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

As he was about to let Hermione open the door, he smelled a foul smell.

The smell was comparable to the turd eggs thrown by the Weasley twins, like smelly socks and an uncleaned public toilet combined.

John almost fainted from the smoke. Looking back, he saw a huge figure in the shadow approaching with a grunt and the sound of heavy feet landing on the ground.

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

His eyes were fixed on the troll, which was recognized as having a low IQ, but he could not deny the pressure brought by this twelve-foot monster with granite skin.

It seems that the stunted head is like a stone with a cocoa bean on top, and the troll is holding a thick wooden stick in its hand.

John would never doubt whether being hit by this thing or being hit by a Bludger hurt more.

"It was a tough battle today."

Taking a deep breath to calm down, it was the first time for John to face such a big guy, even bigger than Hagrid.

The troll, who was having trouble with his brain, scratched his head in confusion when he saw John. Don't think that this is harmless.

On the contrary, the trolls are now extremely dangerous.

John glanced at the approaching giant monster and moved nervously.

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

Licking the corner of his mouth, John's eyes showed a fierce light.

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

"Reducto"

The white light hit the giant monster, causing it to retreat in pain, and a mark the size of a fist appeared on its skin.

This completely angered the troll, and he roared and swung the stick at John.

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

"ah--!"

Hermione screamed, and just as the troll was about to look over, it was hit by John's next spell.

"Come here!"

With a shout, John ran backwards.

The troll chased him without any doubt.

John fought and retreated to attract the troll away from the women's restroom.

…

Harry and Ron arrived at the women's toilet, and their hearts dropped when they saw the horrible toilet door.

"Hermione!"