A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Shh, keep your voice down." Roger asked Hermione to calm down.

"Roger, why is there a troll in school? It's coming! What to do!" Hermione was so panicked that she grabbed him tightly and was at a loss for a moment.

"Follow me." Roger grabbed Hermione, touched the wall and turned the corner. Being so close to the troll, you can't just run away.

He glanced at the analog button, it was too late to leave the library. Instead of pinning your hopes on simulation, it is better to cherish every bit of magic and go all out for the battle.

"Pick up the wand, Hermione! We are wizards, we can control everything!" Roger patted Hermione on the shoulder to encourage her confidence and courage. Hermione nodded, holding her wand tightly in her trembling hands and looking at the troll that was slowly approaching.

"He stopped! Shall we go find the Headmaster?" Hermione felt a little relieved when she heard that the troll stopped temporarily.

She exhaled a breath of hot breath, feeling like her whole body was about to collapse, and the hand holding the wand was trembling.

"Today is Halloween. Except for us, Mrs. Peace, everyone else should be in the auditorium." Rogge turned his head and glanced. The troll was smiling stupidly at the oil painting.

"I'll find a way to attract its attention. You go to Mrs. Pince and ask her to take you to... to the principal and professor."

Thinking of Dumbledore, Roger couldn't help but murmur in his heart. Quirrell didn't take the bag, and without the tacit consent of the old bee, the giant monster couldn't get in at all.

He knew even more clearly that Quirrell's goal was the Philosopher's Stone, and Harry was secondary in comparison. Tonight's Halloween dinner has obviously attracted Dumbledore and others, but adding such an extravagance is not only superfluous, it is simply "there is no three hundred taels of silver here."

Rogge was more inclined to believe that this giant monster was specially put in by the principal, but he just happened to meet it.

In the auditorium, everyone is celebrating Halloween. Huge pumpkins carved into various faces float in the air along with rows of candles. The ghosts became particularly cheerful in this holiday that belonged to them, and even Bloody Barro had a smile on his face. Foreign ghosts visit the castle one after another and play their own headhunting game.

Harry felt that the atmosphere today was a bit deserted, and then he remembered that the always talkative Hermione was not here: "Where did Hermione go?"

"She must be in the library with Roger from Slytherin. I saw them together with my own eyes." Ron said angrily, "She is simply a traitor to Gryffindor. She can obviously be the first to complete it."

"We all heard this morning. Roger was deducted 5 points for violating school rules. If Hermione hadn't let him go, the professor would definitely not have given him extra points."

Ron complained one after another: "If you ask me, she should just transfer to Slytherin."

While they were discussing Hermione, Quirrell burst in and yelled: "There's a troll in the school..."

He looked at Dumbledore eagerly, with complex emotions in his eyes: "I think you know, Dumbledore..."

Before the poor Professor Quirrell could finish speaking, he was knocked unconscious by an inexplicable force, and the screams of the little wizards immediately filled the entire auditorium.

When Dumbledore asked the professors and prefects to appease everyone and exit in an orderly manner, Rogge also took action.

"Hermione, listen to me. When I said run, you ran away without looking back!" Roger said solemnly to Hermione when he saw the troll moving again and approaching them.

"Roger...I...I can't run fast..." Hermione was very nervous, with a cry in her voice.

"Don't cry, wizards can't cry." Rogge wiped the corners of Hermione's eyes and showed a bright smile.

"I'm here, I'll lure it away..." Rogge let go of Hermione's hand and asked her to hold the wand just in case.

"If I die and become a ghost, I will follow you in school every day. If you don't want me to take a shower, go find the principal and professor to save me!"

"You dare!" Rogge's hell joke made Hermione laugh. She watched Rogge jump out and use the Feather Curse to smash the statue at the troll.

"Silly guy, here. Come and catch me!" Rogge said as he jumped and waved the wand in his hand.

The giant monster saw the little boy running away quickly in front of him, twisting his smelly and black big feet. It thumped on the floor and chased after them. The big stick in his hand was swung angrily, smashing the statues and armor on both sides of the corridor to pieces.

"Roger?!" Hermione complained that she was useless and was helpless in the face of the troll.

"Hermione, close your eyes!"

Fluorescence, the first spell he mastered, was also his most trusted spell. The sufficient magic power made him more comfortable with fluorescent flashes. The tip of the stick seemed to be lit with a tens of thousands of incandescent lamps, illuminating the entire corridor in bright white.

"Silly man, come on, can you see me?"

The troll's eyes were all white, and he could only see a black dot jumping around. Hearing the yelling of humans in its ears, it was completely angered. With a roar, it launched a death charge towards Rogge.

"Many obstacles!"

Rogge cast a spell on the troll, but as introduced in the book, the troll's skin is extremely resistant to magic. The spell was cast on him, but it was completely ineffective.

"Damn it!"

Like an angry one-horned rhinoceros, it hit hard. Rogge quickly rolled to dodge, narrowly avoiding it again and again. The troll shook his unintelligent little head and swept around with his stick.

First strike, second strike, third strike! Rogge continued to dodge, but the troll's attack became more and more fierce.

It swings the stick continuously, and the range is wide and large. If Rogge hadn't blinded him, he would have been smashed to pieces.

"Flying Feather Technique!" Rogge found the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the stick in the troll's hand. The stick paused in the air and was still held tightly by it.

"I'll go, I knew I couldn't believe it!" Rogge rolled out in embarrassment and used the Feather Technique to control the war hammer by the wall.

The fine iron war hammer hit the giant monster's head hard, not smashing its little head, but just making it stunned for a short time.

"Old Bee, I'm not done with you!" Rogge cursed secretly. The heavy hammer hit just now almost left the giant monster unharmed.

"Hermione, run!" Taking advantage of the giant monster being stunned, Rogge yelled at Hermione.

Hermione ran out from behind the statue, and her first reaction was to wave her wand to make a sneak attack. The little wizard's magic power is okay against Pu Rongrong, but as for such a big guy, he can only outwit and defeat him.

"Go!" Rogge growled, and Hermione put away her wand with difficulty and shed a string of crystal tears in the corridor.

The troll touched the hammered head and looked at the little thing below in a daze. Rogge continued to use Feather Technique to throw things. At first he blocked them, but then he simply ignored them.

After regaining its sight, it is slow to use the stick, but it is full of strength. The wind brought by the stick made Rogge's face hurt. If he hadn't strengthened his body with the dragon's blood in Quiet Galaxy, he would have been unable to move and would have been smashed into a pulp. But it's not easy now. Compared to the physical exertion, my situation is getting worse and worse.

This corridor is not wide, and there is a dead end with a mosaic window at the end. If the troll ran directly towards him, it would kill him. Fortunately, its little brain was not smart enough and it did not instruct its body to make a death charge again.

It waved its stick and kept approaching, leaving less and less room for Rogge to move around.

"Can't delay any longer!" Rogge looked at the remaining magic power and then at the space behind him. There were not many opportunities left for him.

There is a cliff outside the window. He does not have Neville's talent, so he is directly excluded from jumping off the building. There are only two ways left: trap it, or simply kill it!

"The swamp reveals itself!"