Hogwarts players never admit defeat

For most of the people who joined the troll-fighting team, including Cheng Zhenle, this incident was considered a happy ending except for the 1000-word review.

But for some, their painful moments lie behind.

Percy was so angry that he grabbed his three brothers by the ears and told his mother the whole story angrily.

At breakfast the next day, a flying owl arrived on time with a letter.

It almost fell into pumpkin soup.

Cheng Zhenle immediately picked up the plate of roasted chicken legs and gave it a place to rest.

The prepared twins ducked under the table when they saw the familiar old owl, while the unprepared Ron took the owl in confusion.

A knowledgeable classmate said: "Look, Weasley got a howling letter."

"No, no, no," Ron resisted and shouted, "George, Fred, this is your letter!"

But the twins who were hiding under the long table were still firmly hiding under the seats.

Their words also spread from under the long table.

"Ron."

"Our little brother."

"Me and George—"

"They all trust you very much——"

"But the roaring letter."

"If you don't continue the meeting, it will explode~"

The entire auditorium was very quiet, and the sharp-eyed Cheng Zhenle found that several professors sitting in the professor's seat also cast interested eyes on Ron.

Looking at the roaring letter with smoke coming from the corners, Ron opened it tremblingly.

An angry female voice immediately came: "Ron Weasley! You are only 11 years old! You bully your female classmates! You even put yourself in danger by sneaking out of the team!"

Then the roaring letter turned in a different direction under Ron's trembling, but it did not find its target, and it became angry and became louder.

"George Weasley! Fred Weasley! You really worried me! Troll! That's a troll! You didn't stop your little brother! You even went together! You guys are too letting me know. Disappointed! You! All the pocket money for this year is gone! All is gone!"

There was a sigh immediately under the long table.

Then it turned to Percy's direction, its tone became much softer, and its movements were not so large, "Percy, please continue to watch your mischievous brothers, and don't study too hard."

Finally, its tone changed to a softer tone and said: "By the way, dear Hermione, I apologize for my brat. If you don't mind, we sincerely invite you to come to the Burrow as a guest for a few days during the holidays."

Then, it rushed to Ron's face and tore itself off under Ron's pale face.

Harry immediately comforted the pale Ron, and Hermione, who had reconciled with Ron, also handed over a glass of pumpkin juice, and the twins got out from under the table laughing.

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After eating, the well-informed senior Moore came over with his roommates with worried faces to express their condolences.

"Pure Gryffindor, no doubt," Moore looked at the little wizards in front of him worriedly, "But you are too young now, don't do this again in the future."

After saying that, he gave each little wizard in front of him a piece of Hufflepuff's special carefree candy.

The first class in the morning was a flavorful Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Seeing that the back row was occupied by most of the Ravenclaws, Cheng Zhenle and the others could only fight for the middle position.

At this moment, a voice came from the Ravenclaw pile, and a Ravenclaw shouted: "Smith! If you want to be in the back row, there is a place next to me!"

As the only Smith in this class, Cheng Zhenle took a closer look and saw that he looked familiar but couldn't remember his name, but there was no bastard sitting in the back row.

He walked towards that position despite the envious looks of the Gryffindors around him.

When he saw the brick book on the left side of the Ravenclaw's desk, he recalled the name of this Ravenclaw.

——It should be called Bruce.

The same name as Batman from the old movies he rewatched.

"I heard that you went to fight the troll yesterday. Is the troll the same as the one in the book?" Bruce asked.

Cheng Zhenle just said that there has been no contact with him. Today, he suddenly asked him to come and sit down. There must be some reason.

He answered honestly: "It's exactly the same as the illustration in the textbook. Not surprisingly, it's a forest monster, and it smells very bad."

A Ravenclaw sitting behind him interjected: "Does it smell worse than Professor Quirrell's garlic?"

Looking at the raised ears of the Ravenclaws around him, Cheng Zhenle made a comparison and said accurately: "There is no comparison. The main reason for Professor Quirrell's smell is that the smell of garlic is too strong, and That troll has a stench worse than the rotting smell of a garbage dump.”

Another unfamiliar Ravenclaw asked: "Then how did you defeat the troll? The book says that trolls are highly resistant to magic?"

"It seems that there is no such thing. The spells used by the seniors are actually effective, although defeating it relies on physical knocking out."

"Did the professors say anything about what to do with this giant monster?"

"Not really. Professor Snape took it away."

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of mourning around him.

Bruce said: "That's impossible, Professor Snape might have made a specimen of the troll, and I thought it would be used as a teaching aid for Professor Quirrell.

Since you have become my friend, let me give you something. "

After speaking, he took out two notebooks from his schoolbag, looked directly into Cheng Zhenle's eyes and introduced: "These are the notes on the history of magic for this year. I got them from the second grade senior who ranked first in the history of magic last year. Copied.

These are the notes from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Judging from Quirrell's condition, he probably won't be able to teach anything useful. I really don't know what happened to him this year. "

Chengzhenle solemnly accepted this precious gift.

Looking at the moved Cheng Zhenle, Bruce had a straight face, but the red earlobes revealed his inner excitement, "Forget it, how about I tell you the history of magic."

"Is it really possible?"

"Quillo doesn't care what we do anyway."

"OK then."

"The first is the Goblin Rebellion. I think this will be the final exam this year..."

……

As a result, Cheng Zhenle successfully took an N-to-1 history of magic class in the Defense Against the Dark Arts department. As Bruce was talking, the somewhat excited Ravenclaw couldn't help but interrupt and start supplementary teaching.

They discussed the history of magic with each other and supplemented each other's knowledge points. Cheng Zhenle also successfully received a lot of knowledge about the history of magic that he had not seen in the textbooks.