Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Miss Granger, Gryffindor will be deducted five points for this matter," Professor McGonagall sighed softly, "I am very disappointed in you."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, her expression gloomy but determined.

"I'm a little curious."

Dumbledore stood up, his smiling and kind expression returning to his face.

"According to my simple observation, this mountain monster is seriously injured, like here."

He said, pointing to the big bag on top of the mountain monster's head.

"It was Ron," Hermione said. "He cast the levitation spell taught by Professor Flitwick and hit the troll on the head with his own weapon."

"Oh?" Dumbledore glanced at Ron and nodded.

The little Professor Flitwick had also come to the crowd and gave Ron a thumbs up.

Ron scratched his head in flattery, his ears turning red.

Professor Snape also appeared in the crowd at some point, looking at Harry coldly.

Dumbledore leaned down, used his wand to pick apart the tattered clothes on the troll, and looked at them carefully.

"Smoke spell, fire spell, water-making spell, freezing spell..."

His eyes fell on the open wound on the mountain monster's face, which was obviously different from the places on its body that were scratched by porcelain shards and wood stubble.

"So, how was this wound caused?"

Professor Flitwick couldn't help but look down and judged.

"This does not seem to be damage that a spell can cause."

"Transfiguration, Professor."

Glenn smiled and explained softly.

Harry quickly added: "I was cornered by a mountain monster at that time. Thanks to the eagle that Glenn transformed to attract its attention, I was able to escape smoothly."

"I'm just lucky, Professor." He didn't want to attract too much attention from Quirrell, so he added specifically, "I'm not at a good level yet, and many parts of that eagle are still the same color as the sink."

"There is no need to be modest, Mr. Ollivander." Professor McGonagall looked pleased. "As a second-year student, it is a great thing to be able to independently complete such a difficult animal transformation, even if it is not perfect."

"Thank you, Professor."

Glenn didn't say anything more and nodded in thanks.

"Now that Miss Granger has been punished for her recklessness, these young people who are not afraid of danger should also receive the rewards they deserve."

Dumbledore straightened up and said with a smile.

"Ten points. Ten points for each of you. This is to commend you for your courage in taking risks for your friends."

Hearing this, Hermione was visibly relieved.

Harry and Ron looked at each other with expressions of surprise.

Obviously, they were only happy for the extra points, but did not notice the meaning of Dumbledore's words.

"Okay, now please hurry up and go back to the common room of your respective college. I think the real Halloween dinner tonight should have started."

Dumbledore looked at them kindly and said.

Glenn frowned slightly, looked at him, avoided the eyes of others, secretly stretched out a finger and pointed upward.

When Dumbledore nodded slightly, he turned around and followed Harry and the three of them towards the stairs.

[Protagonist, Harry Potter, friendship level 20, exchange currency 4000.]

[Core character, Hermione Granger, friendship level 20, exchange currency 2000.]

[Core character, Ron Weasley...]

【Core role...】

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A long series of reward prompts sounded, and Glenn felt much more comfortable, but he was still worried about being a nanny.

Although there are no milestones this time, fortunately the rewards for friendship are quite generous.

Moreover, the friendship between Quirrell and Voldemort has not declined. It seems that the master and servant did not pay any extra attention to themselves because of this accidental time.

"Thank you..."

On the way, Hermione's face turned slightly red and she whispered.

Harry also looked a little embarrassed and shook his head: "If we hadn't locked you up with that thing, maybe we wouldn't have needed to rescue you at all."

Glenn nodded secretly in his mind. Since this conversation occurred, the protagonist group must have been successfully assembled.

Following the stairs to the fork leading to different towers, the three of them thanked them again.

Glenn shook his head indifferently and went straight to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Dumbledore hadn't come back yet, so the gargoyle exchanged greetings with him and let him go to his room to wait.

The principal's office still had the usual decorations and furnishings. Fox stood on the shelf and chirped twice when he saw Glenn coming in.

Compared to the last time we saw it, its feathers seemed to be a little less lustrous, as if it was foreshadowing the moment of nirvana a year later.

Dumbledore did not keep Glenn waiting for long and quickly returned to the office.

"Regarding today's matter, I know you will take the initiative to find me, Glenn."

Dumbledore said softly, waving his wand and pouring two cups of steaming hot tea from the teapot.

The tea has a light fragrance and does not have the bitterness that comes after steeping for a long time.

"I thought you were pretending to be stupid and didn't want to see me."

Glenn sat down unceremoniously, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

Dumbledore looked up at him with a smile on his face.

"I believe you will be a little dissatisfied with what happened today."

Glenn shook his head: "I can't say I'm dissatisfied, but I can't understand it. What's the difference between this kind of thing and being a nanny?"

"I have to apologize to you, Glenn. The incident happened suddenly and I had to temporarily ask for your help to protect Harry."

Dumbledore said seriously.

"The professors' goals are too obvious. Only if you have enough strength, you won't attract too much attention."

"What happened suddenly?"

Glenn looked confused. Could it be that Dumbledore was completely unprepared for the troll incident on Halloween?

Dumbledore obviously saw his confusion and explained: "Of course, Professor Quirrell's little moves are not that difficult to prevent. It's just that after the giant monster broke into the school, I noticed a familiar aura."

"Familiar breath, you mean..."

Glenn thought of the troll's blood-red eyes and its almost irrational fear of pain.

"That's right." Dumbledore sighed slightly, "You won't forget Ms. Rick?"

Glenn's heart sank and he nodded: "Of course. Are you talking about the weird magic that caused her to kill me regardless of the consequences?"

"I think so." Dumbledore's face was as dark as water. "The breath I feel this time is just like last year."

"Could it be that Patricia Rick has escaped from Azkaban?"

Glenn frowned and asked.

Dumbledore looked at the night sky outside the window and replied.

"It's not clear yet on this point. I still need to wait for the news. But what is certain is that this matter may have something to do with Her Majesty the Queen of Avalon."

Glenn felt confused for a while.

Could it be that the time travel of my little butterfly really caused the legendary butterfly effect?