[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

On the eve of Halloween, the auditorium was decorated.A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and low, dark clouds swirled in the air, making candles flicker in pumpkin bellies above.

This is a good day, and it should be sitting at the college table and enjoying the steak with red wine - not like now, here, with Potter - confinement!

Draco threw the rag aside in annoyance, there were as many as a thousand medals in the prize showroom!Damn Filch for telling them to finish wiping before dinner - he'd have to write to his dad, the old Squib should have gotten out of Hogwarts long ago!

He glanced at Harry. "What are you doing?" he said.

"You come and see this man," said Harry.

"Tom Mayoro Riddle, 1943 to 1944, won the Special Contribution Award." Draco read the medal and then followed Harry's finger, it was still Riddle's medal, a personal honor There is also an award and an excellent character-God, the record of receiving the Order of Merlin!

"Who is he?" Draco said in surprise, he had to admit that this student was too good!

"A Slytherin who was a former prefect and Head Boy—"

"That's impossible!" Draco interrupted Harry. "Obviously, the surname Riddle has never been heard. Muggles can't be in Slytherin!"

"Really?" said Harry. "He's a half-blood, but you only believe in pure blood to be so good."

Harry's words made Draco furious, his pale face flushed slightly, and his beautiful eyes narrowed.

"So that's what you're talking about?" Draco sneered. "Still complaining about your Muggle-born girlfriend?"

"Hermione is not my girlfriend." Harry said with a smile, he stepped forward and approached the platinum snake swallowing apricots—this made Draco instinctively want to back away, but he stopped his behavior, His eyes stared directly at the emerald green in front of him.

They stood so close that Harry could feel Draco's breath on his face.

"I just want to tell you that I'm also a mixed race, but one day—" He looked at Riddle's medal and shrugged, "Maybe one day I will be better than him."

"You just want to go in your dreams!" Draco smirked, he pushed Harry away, and walked straight to the side.Slytherin felt more and more difficult, and staying with a dreamy Potter was really not a good choice-unfortunately, he didn't have a choice.

Resignedly, Draco picked up the rag and wiped it, he really wanted to clean this thing up so that he didn't need to pick out the nasty rust!

Draco was trying to clean up a medal—

"What's this smell?!" He jumped away, and sniffed his hands back and forth to make sure that the strange smell wasn't from the medal, and it didn't get on him.

Harry sniffed, and a foul stench entered his nostrils. It was a mixture of smelly socks and public toilets that were never cleaned.

Then they heard it—a muffled grunt and the scuffing of huge feet.

"Oops!" Harry yelled, and rushed out quickly.

"What are you going to do?" Draco called after him.

"The troll—I forgot—"

"What a mess, how could there be trolls in Hogwarts—" Draco's voice stopped abruptly, and he noticed: at the end of a passage on the left, a huge creature was moving towards them.

It was a horrible sight.Twelve feet high, its skin was dull and gray as granite, and its bulky, clumsy body was like a gigantic lump of mud, with a small head the size of a cocoa bean; the troll had short, thick legs. It looks like a stump, with flat, rough feet underneath.It drags a thick wooden stick, and the most disgusting thing is the smell it emits!

Draco covered his nose and said in a low voice, "Merlin!"

He and Harry were huddled in the shadows, watching the troll slowly walk past them.

Harry rushed out when the troll stopped by a door, peering in - and Draco grabbed him. "What are you doing?!" he said, trying to suppress his anger.

"Hermione—Hermione's in there!" said Harry, who hadn't thought about this Halloween until just now.

Draco looked at him like a monster, he understood what Harry meant, and then became more and more incredible.

"I'm going to kill you!" Draco said, and then he pushed Harry, and looked at the door where the troll entered--the evil women's toilet.

The Platinum Noble thought he was going crazy for running into the women's room with Potter just to catch a glimpse of his damn Muggle friend who was hiding in the toilet during the Halloween party!

Who knows what Granger was thinking?He has never and does not intend to understand the thinking of people with impure bloodlines!He's just mad at himself for his behavior, facing a troll, without a wand (Professor McGonagall took their wands and wouldn't let them clean them up with magic) - his dad would kill him!

Maybe Potter had to be buried with him before that, Draco thought viciously.The moment he was distracted, a gust of wind swept over him——

"Be careful!" Harry yelled, shoving Draco out of the way.The troll's huge club hit the ground between them, smashing the tiles in the women's bathroom to pieces with a bang.

"Where's Granger—you mean Granger—"

"Harry!" Someone shouted, and then rushed into the two figures.That was the Granger Harry was looking for, and, the red-haired Weasley.

"During the dinner, Quirrell rushed in, and he told us that trolls had entered Hogwarts - I thought, you and Malfoy must not know the news, so Weasley and I came over." Hermione quickly I've said it all over.This little girl was not assigned to Gryffindor, and most of Raventraw were arrogant, and no student would exclude her.Such a Hermione would naturally not cry in the women's bathroom, but fate turned around after going around, because of the troll, they still bumped into each other.

"What now?" said Ron.

The troll was facing them with its stupid head, and blinked its ugly little eyes, as if it didn't understand why there were two more things in front of it.It hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the four of them, holding up the stick.

"Get out!" Harry yelled, pushing Hermione aside.They scattered, and Harry was trying to use this opportunity to attract the troll's attention.He let the three of them run first, for him to cast a spell does not necessarily need a wand.

But this time Harry's lack of thinking made him suffer. His body was just that of an 11-year-old child, and the wandless stun spell was not enough to stun a troll with strong magic resistance.The experience on the battlefield made him instinctively release the most suitable spells in his subconscious mind. When he remembered the weakness of the trolls—it was already too late!

The troll's hulking body only swayed once, which seemed to annoy it.It swung its long arms in a circle and roared, intending to deal a fatal blow to Harry!

Then, with a sound of "嗞", at the moment when everything seemed to be slowing down in front of him, violent magic rubbed a huge force in the air, which seemed to be mixed with anger, and a red light shot over.

Hermione held her wand high and looked at Harry through the troll's fallen body like a hill—her face was so gloomy and terrifying that Harry thought that the all-powerful Goddess of War had returned!

But no, the shaggy-haired little girl ran over quickly, and let out a long sigh of relief when she saw that Harry was fine.

"What did you just do?" said Ron, walking around the troll.

Hermione was also at a loss, she didn't even know what the spell was.She just felt like she was outraged—when she saw the troll trying to hurt Harry, something inside said to her—you must never let him get hurt again—and the spell came out.

Draco's eyes narrowed. At this moment, he no longer cared about his embarrassment or blocked the stench with his hands. He looked at Hermione motionlessly, "That's the Stunning Curse, you Very good, Granger." He drawled lazily and nodded his chin slightly.Although Muggle-born, Malfoy still showed his approval for her.Perhaps Potter is right, some people with impure blood also possess powerful magic power.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Harry said reassuringly, he stood up and looked at Hermione with some confusion.

At this moment, suddenly there was a violent knock on the door and loud footsteps, and all four of them raised their heads at the same time.A moment later, Professor McGonagall rushed in, followed by Snape and Sprout, with Quirrell at the end.Quirrell only took one look at the troll before letting out a feeble sob, sitting on the toilet bowl clutching his collar, seemingly terrified.

"Thank goodness!" said Professor McGonagall, with a rare trill in his voice. "I shouldn't have taken your wands, if you hadn't been lucky you would have almost..."

"Well, Minerva," said Professor Sprout reassuringly, "no one expected this to happen."

Snape's eyes swept over the four people, and finally, they stopped on the fallen troll.

"How do you do it?" he said.

Ron glanced subconsciously, and was about to speak when he heard Harry's voice.

"Draco and I were polishing our medals when Ron and Hermione came to see us. Hermione cast a Levitation Charm and the troll's stick knocked herself out - if it wasn't for them we probably wouldn't have known what to do."

"Oh—oh—stop talking. Snape, that's not the most important thing. What matters is that they need to rest. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley are doing the right thing, although you may not be able to deal with trolls, But I want to add points for you, twenty points each, you shouldn't be frightened like this." Professor McGonagall said, she pursed her lips tightly, and it could be seen that she blamed herself for this matter.She insisted that the professors send the four of them home, so, not long after, Harry followed Professor Sprout.

In front of the common room, Sprout patted his head and told him that he could bring a pot of lavender from the common room back to the bedroom, which would help him sleep.

Harry thanked him politely, thinking he'd sleep well tonight.

Despite encountering a troll, it's hard not to feel good about yourself when you share an unforgettable event with someone else.He knew that what he wanted would happen just as he wanted.

&small theater&

H: One day I will be better than Voldemort!

Subtext: Marrying me is not a loss...

D: ...

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