The Wizard Supreme at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 Ron's Highlight Moment

"quiet!"

Dumbledore stood up, pressed his hands down, and the panic in the auditorium suddenly became much less.

The news came too suddenly just now, most of the little wizards panicked, and only now reacted.Yes, we have Dumbledore, the troll can beat him even if he can beat him?
"Now, the prefects of the four colleges are bringing the students of their respective colleges back to the common room, and no one can be missed. The deans come with me."

Dumbledore glanced at Professor Quirrell, who was pretending to be dead on the ground, with convincing power in his voice.

The prefects sprang into action immediately, and the crowd in the auditorium was in a commotion.

"Trolls!" Ron said to Harry with a little excitement. "I haven't seen such a thing. I don't know how it compares to dragons. After all, they are very big."

"I don't think there's any comparison."

Harry shook his head disapprovingly, and followed the crowd to the common room, "One is in the sky and the other is on the ground, and the dragon can breathe fire. What can the troll do? Spit?"

"That's true."

Ron said a little dejectedly, and walked forward, but was suddenly pulled by Harry's hospital gown.

"Oops! Hermione doesn't know about the troll yet!"

Harry stopped in his tracks all of a sudden, with a terrified expression on his face.

Ron was a little unnatural, and he reacted suddenly, and said with a sad face:
"Where did she go?"

There are countless rooms in Hogwarts castle, plus those unknown secret passages and stairs that move freely from time to time, it is really difficult to find someone.

"I seem to have heard from some girls that she ran to the bathroom."

Harry tried to remember, and said uncertainly.

"It's better to have a direction than to bang your head, let's go."

Ron gritted his teeth, mixed with the crowd, and ran silently to the corridor leading to the bathroom.

On the other side, when Smith turned his head, Nolin had unknowingly disappeared into the air.Smith slapped his forehead resignedly, an operation he had seen several times last year.

He didn't worry too much about Norin as he did the previous few times, anyway, Norin would always come back quietly.

The little wizards quickly disappeared into the auditorium, poor Professor Quirrell was still lying on the ground straight, no one cared about him.When he was the only one left in the auditorium, he suddenly got up, looked around furtively, and jumped out of the auditorium with extremely quick movements.

That speed is simply a seed player among the [-]-meter athletes, completely different from the weak one before.

Norin, who was in an illusory state, smiled and followed him silently.

In the bathroom on the third floor, Hermione sobbed softly, and managed to hold back her tears.She wiped away tears bitterly, and made up her mind to never have anything to do with Ron Weasley.

Suddenly, she who was washing her hands was stunned, and there was a low murmur and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground in her ears.

Then a foul stench rose into her nostrils, a mixture of smelly socks and public restrooms that were never cleaned.

Immediately afterwards, Hermione saw a scene she would never forget.A troll entered the bathroom by moonlight.

Twelve feet tall, with dull, granite-gray skin, a cocoa-bean-like head on top of a gigantic lump of clumsy body.

Its short legs were thick as tree stumps, with flat, calloused feet underneath, and it stinks disgustingly.It held a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because of its long arms, the wooden stick dragged on the ground.

Hermione huddled against the wall, not daring to take a breath.There was only one thought in her mind: Am I about to become the first person in the history of Hogwarts to die in the castle accidentally in the first year?
"Come here, please, no matter who it is..."

She squatted under the innermost sink, and murmured with tears in her mouth.

"what--"

There was a loud noise, which made her scream out loud.

The bathroom sprayed water like a spring, and the giant swept over with a stick, and the water pipes under several faucets were blown.

Hermione held her head tightly in her hands, not daring to look.No matter how good she is, after all, she is just a newcomer who has been learning magic for more than a month. At this moment, she completely forgot that she still has a magic wand.

The troll sniffed at the nose, and walked towards the wall step by step with a stick.It came to the sink where Hermione was hiding and raised its stick.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The door of the bathroom was slammed open, and the expression of Harry and Ron, who rushed in out of breath, changed drastically, and Harry waved his wand without thinking.

A strange look flashed across the troll's face, and the stick in his hand floated up uncontrollably.It held it tightly to keep it from trembling, and turned its head to take a look.

Harry was anxious and angry, and a little embarrassed at the same time-his magical level was not high enough to make the troll lose its weapon with the Levitation Charm.

"Smashed to pieces!"

At this moment, Ron, who was only a beat behind him, shouted loudly, and a violent red light rushed out of his wand, hitting the troll's face directly.

The giant was caught off guard and was hit, and his body receded, directly crashing into a wall behind him, making an earth-shattering shock.Its face was covered with blood, its nose was blown off, and its eyes and mouth were bleeding continuously.

If Noreen was there, he would definitely give Ron a thumbs up.At this level, it is absolutely no problem to perform disfigurement surgery on Voldemort.

The troll let out a growl and struggled to his feet.The pale Ron gritted his teeth and shouted again:
"Smashed to pieces!"

The red light appeared again, but this time the power seemed to be weaker.But it is enough to deal with the troll in this state.

The troll took another shattering curse, and his head burst open, red blood plasma and white brains smeared the bathroom.

Hermione, who was squatting under the sink, looked dumbfounded.Harry stared blankly at Ron as if he were looking at an alien.

And Ron had only one thought in his mind at this moment: Thank you Merlin... oh no, thank you Nolin...

On the other side, the sprinter Quirrell slowed down a bit, his brows were tightly frowned, and a gleaming rune pattern on his hand became eclipsed.He cursed angrily in a low voice: "Die so soon? Useless things."

In a short period of time, he had already run straight to the fourth floor, and came to the corridor that Dumbledore had expressly forbidden.He opened the door with a charm and walked straight in.

A dog barked fiercely, and the next moment, Quirrell clutched his thigh, ran out at a speed that was a few minutes faster than before, and quickly closed the door.

"Damn, why did Dumbledore put that kind of ghost in the castle!"

Quirrell leaned against the door, his face contorted in pain, sweat dripping down in streams.His thigh was dripping with blood.

Cursing angrily, Quirrell hastily healed the wound with a spell.

Norin, who was hiding in the dark, covered his mouth desperately, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

(End of this chapter)