Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 48

The troll has gone mad!

It roared and rushed towards Ron.

Savage Clash!

Ron pressed against the wall tightly, his face was pale, and his whole body trembled with fright.

He has no way out.

The figure of the troll was getting closer and closer.

The ground is shaking!
Ron closed his eyes in fear, as if he had imagined that he was smashed into flesh by a giant monster.

"There are many obstacles!" Hera whispered, using all her strength to cast possibly the most effective obstacle spell in his life.

The giant staggered and fell to the ground directly.

A stench of stinky socks mixed with public toilets that were never cleaned entered Ron's nostrils.

Not just the smell, Ron got drenched in troll spit.

At this moment, his body is covered with the drool of the troll.

"Hey!" Ron made a disgusted voice.

Harry thought Ron had been hit by a troll, and didn't know what he was thinking, Harry did something very brave but very stupid.

He jerked forward, wrapping his arms around the troll's neck from behind.

Hera covered her forehead in despair, what is Harry doing?

Didn't he see that he was blocked by his own hindrance spell and half fainted when he bumped his head against the wall?

In fact, the troll would not feel Harry hanging on him, even if it was awake.

But what if a long wooden stick just happened to be stuck in its nose?

The troll seemed to be forced to do a nucleotide test, and directly stabbed its nasopharynx.

Naturally, it is impossible to feel nothing.

They are all insisting on breathing the sweet air freely, why is it forced to do the test?
The troll roared in pain and twisted his body, but fortunately he didn't have the stick in his hand, so he didn't have to worry about it hitting Harry.

But even if the troll had a stick, it wouldn't smash it on its own head, would it?
After all, Harry was hanging from the back of its neck.

Harry clung to him as hard as it shook and struggled, and any moment the troll would throw him off, grab him, pick up the stick and give him a terrible blow.

"Professor!" Hermione screamed in shock, plopping on the floor, wondering why Hera didn't make a move.

Ron also took out his wand, and subconsciously uttered a spell that he might only know: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

Hera certainly wasn't going to watch Harry and Ron get hurt, he just felt—Harry needed some lessons.

At least let him know that in the face of danger, rushing forward foolishly is equal to killing someone.

Of course, Harry couldn't really give the head away.

If Harry's head is given away, it is estimated that Hera's head is also gone.

"Bones to pieces!" A vague voice sounded at the same time as Ron's Levitation Charm, only Hermione, who was a little closer, could hear it.

I don't know how Ron's spell was released, but it was so crooked that it was shot down to the side by your weapon a long time ago.

The wooden stick suddenly flew up from the corner, high and high into the air, like a precision-guided missile, turned around, and smashed straight at the giant monster's little head.

There was an earth-shattering explosion.

The troll swayed in place and fell face down on the floor with a loud boom that shook the whole room.

It just covered the huge wound on its body that was hit by 'shattered bones'.

Hera heard loud footsteps suddenly coming from the corridor outside, checked the Disillusionment Charm on her body again, then tiptoed towards the corner, trying to dodge as much as possible, otherwise someone would find her.

Professors at Hogwarts are not just for nothing, the Disillusionment Curse
The illusion spell can only hide a person's figure, but smell, sound, and breath cannot be hidden.

Hera didn't have the confidence to slip out from under the noses of several professors.

Eighty percent of them were discovered in the corridor, and then they were regarded as the intruder who introduced the troll into the castle, and died directly in the corridor.

A cool song for myself
Therefore, Hera could only try her best to hide in the corner.

then
Hermione felt the rustling of clothes beside her.

"Professor Hera?"

Hermione asked in a low voice. She looked at Harry and Ron. They were stepping on the troll, as if they had defeated the troll. She didn't notice Hera's existence at all.

Even Hermione's existence was forgotten.

Hera froze when she heard Hermione's voice, as if she was still exposed.
According to Hermione's character, she will definitely tell the professors that she is here, right?
Raising her head, Hera was about to ask Hermione to keep it a secret, when suddenly there was a violent knock on the door.

Professor McGonagall rushed into the room quickly. As a professor of transfiguration, she actually knows a lot of destructive magic. The door of the bathroom was directly blasted into pieces by a spell.

Hera held her breath carefully, Professor McGonagall was not easy to deal with, but seeing the person behind her, Hera felt even more headache-Professor Snape.

Quirrell followed at the end, and beside him was a familiar old man with silver hair and silver beard - Dumbledore.

Hmm. Even though Hera has already told Dumbledore about Quirrell's battle plan, Dumbledore is still a little worried about Quirrell, in case Quirrell takes advantage of the gap to make troubles and harm the students.

What can I do then?

If he didn't know that Quirrell still had a Voldemort hanging on his body before, even though he was a little strange, Dumbledore shouldn't be too suspicious of him.

But now Hera deeply suspects that Dumbledore has PTSD, as long as Dumbledore or Fox can't observe Quirrell's movements for a moment, he will be restless.

If Voldemort really did something in the school, Dumbledore would most likely be impeached.

What's the use of a principal who can't even protect the students well?

As for the candidate for the next principal?
Lucius Malfoy had always thought he was a good fit.

But facing the three professors and the black and white devil, Hera only felt cold sweat on his forehead.

This is too exciting!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" after entering the room, he just glanced at the troll, and let out a burst of weak sobs, sitting on a toilet, tightly clutching his chest.

The real Hogwarts version of Lin Daiyu.

Snape bent down to check the troll's condition, fiddled with it twice casually, pursed his lips together tightly, and shook his head at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, and didn't say anything in a hurry, but the blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses scanned the bathroom.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Hera's position.

Hera could only smile awkwardly, even though Dumbledore couldn't see it at all.
(End of this chapter)