Chapter 13：

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

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

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 temporary booster chair piled with books, encouraging the students in a high-pitched voice.

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

"Wave and shake, remember, wave and shake, it is also very important to recite the spell accurately. 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 bit by bit, and feed it to his students. He was a very good teacher.

I heard that the young Professor Flitwick once won the duel competition and was a very capable person.

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 he 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 release the correct spell, John got the better of her.

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

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 is simply 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 found that she was crying. He had already changed his mind about Hermione and felt that Ron had gone too far.

"I think she heard what you said."

Ron also saw Hermione's sad expression. The little boy's pride made him say harshly: "So what, she must have noticed that 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, John is her."

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Chapter 15 Halloween Banquet 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 was not seen all afternoon, so Harry had to put the matter aside for now.

While heading to the Great Hall for the All Hallows' Eve banquet, the two of them 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. He felt that he might really 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, the colorful Halloween decorations instantly occupied their eyes.

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 on the back of Neville's head.

"Neville, where is Hermione?"

Neville's head hurt. 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 comforting 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 for a moment, 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 the 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 and leaned on the chair, breathing heavily with a look of shock on his face:

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

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

There is a giant monster.

After saying that, Quirrell fell to the floor.

The auditorium suddenly became chaotic. Dumbledore presided over the situation and after quieting everyone down, 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.

"Too bad, Hermione doesn't know about the troll 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 men 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.

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On the first floor, 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 very sad.

After crying for a while, she felt much 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, with 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 inside was okay.

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

The smell is comparable to the **** 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-like skin.

It seemed that the stunted head was like a stone with a cocoa bean on top, and the troll was 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.

"Today was a tough battle."

Taking a deep breath to calm down, it was the first time for John to face such a big guy, who was 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 troll is now extremely dangerous.

John glanced at the approaching giant monster and moved nervously.

"Come on big guy, maybe we should have a really **** battle."

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 waved the stick at John.

John rolled over and dodged, and the wooden stick swept across the door of the women's restroom, smashing it directly into pieces.

"ah-!"

Hermione's scream sounded, 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 back.

The giant monster chased him without any doubt.

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

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

"Hermione!"