Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 7:10, Ron and Harry looked at each other. When they were wondering whether they would be deducted points, Draco was still able to talk to the professors normally. The one who usually seemed the most ridiculous suing his father was made worse. Draco's figure was a bit taller in their hearts.

Snape bent down to look at the troll. Professor McGonagall looked at Ron and Harry, her lips turning pale with anger into an expression of shame and worry.

"Clean up." Professor McGonagall chanted the spell, and Harry, Draco, Goyle, Crabbe, and even Ron were all cleaned up by this spell.

"How do you do it? Shouldn't it be normal to point at the cursed side, a single target?" Since no points would be deducted depending on the situation, Harry thought as Ravenclaw's true nature was revealed at this time.

"Who is that clean spell?" Snape said coldly after checking the traces on the troll.

"What, Professor, this isn't the Unforgivable Curse. Do you want to deduct points from Harry?" Draco said sarcastically. Goyle and Crabbe looked at him worriedly, while Ron showed admiration.

"So, it's Harry Potter."

"No, I'm just curious about what kind of spell it is. It's not black magic. It's so powerful." Snape's expression softened immediately and he looked at Harry with an expression that looked like my son was so powerful.

Harry was surprised, it was a look he hadn't seen in a long time since he became Seeker.

This change of face made Professor McGonagall dazed for a moment, and Quirrell couldn't care less about pretending to be weak.

"Professor Quirrell knows best." Ron interjected. After he was clean, he spoke quickly to make up for the grievance of not daring to speak just now.

"Just the red spark, the variant." Harry added quickly.

"No, Dumbledore mentioned this spell. He prefers purification and burning. If it is true, the one in front of us should be an intact and unconscious troll." Quirrell stopped stuttering and couldn't help but say.

"Professor Quirrell, what, is the troll still the property of the school? Do we want to pay compensation? My father is the school director!" Draco said sarcastically.

"No, Mr. Malfoy, I'm just surprised." Quirrell immediately resumed his stammering.

"Okay, Quirinus Quirrell! My students have just endured a troll. What does the curse issue have to do with you?" Snape said sinisterly, as if Quirrell was going to kill him if he still bothered him. His tone.

Quirrell sobbed on the toilet, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Oh - if that's the case..." Professor McGonagall stared at them and muttered, "Mr. Malfoy, you silly boy, you are a student of Slytherin, we are checking for trolls in the basement, why don't you follow? Tell the prefect and inform us?"

"If - Crabbe would have turned into a pulp." Draco's face immediately changed, and he looked like he was sobbing, which made Ron and Harry stunned.

"Well, Quirinus, I thought you could become an excellent professor, but you forgot a student in the bathroom on the fifth floor when the troll broke into Hogwarts."

"I can understand that you were persecuted because of your previous trip, but what about the time after you fainted and woke up? Where were you?" Professor McGonagall was furious and directly called Professor Quirrell's name, but there was no response. There are 5 students present.

"I thought that Mr. Crabb was already well and returned to the lounge. Shouldn't the prefect find out when he checked the number of people?" Quirrell stammered in explanation. , like students who return questions to their teachers.

However, it is understandable that he also attended Hogwarts before becoming a professor, which means that he was once a student of Professor McGonagall.

He had to avoid the topic. He was in the restricted area on the fourth floor during that time. How could he say that?

"Well, you're lucky, not many first years can take on a full-grown troll. You've earned five points each for Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I'll let you know. Professor Dumbledore, please go quickly, the students are enjoying the Halloween dinner in their own colleges." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and turned to everyone.

Professor McGonagall was here, and Snape and Quirrell, two of his former students, did not say anything. They just waited for the other professors and Principal Dumbledore.

They hurriedly walked out of the room and walked to the corner of the 5th floor without saying a word. Perhaps because they left the bathroom, or the remnants of Harry's curse had the effect of removing the odor, they finally could no longer smell the stench of the troll. , breathed a sigh of relief.

"We should have won more than twenty-five points," Ron grumbled. "You know, this is a troll, Harry you deserve more."

"Weasley, I don't know when I allowed you to talk about us." Malfoy said in his drawn-out tone, "Besides, Crabbe should no longer be among them, and we should be twenty points."

"Malfoy, you, hey, you didn't say 'we' either. Professor McGonagall was talking about each of you winning five points for Ravenclaw and Slytherin. She didn't say not counting Crabbe." Ron replied.

"Okay, I said yes, but Weasley, you didn't ask for my permission."

"You can call me Draco from now on," Draco Malfoy cleared his throat and continued, "Ron—Ron, that's such an unartistic name. You guys are going to the 6th floor, and we're going back to the basement, which happens to be here. separate."

"Let's go, Gregory, and Vincent." Malfoy said, and Goyle and Crabbe showed a smile that made them look even more stupid, and walked downstairs.

"Draco Malfoy is not bad, he stood up and got us out of trouble." Ron admitted, "But don't forget, we did save him."

"If we hadn't locked them up with that thing, he might not need anyone to save him at all."

"You know, the troll was in a terrible state when we went in." Harry reminded him.

"Oh, Harry, don't mention the troll, I guess I won't be able to eat meat for the next week." Ron said painfully, "What's wrong with that troll, oh-they are Slytherins, hitting that part, it's really insidious."

"Fortunately, we are barely friends now." Ron sighed.

"If it were me, I would do the same, the troll has a high magic resistance, you can only hit the vulnerable parts, but its head is too small, it's hard to aim." Harry said impartially.

"Then I should be thankful that you are behind him, otherwise I don't know what would have exploded on me."

"Wait until I get back to the common room. I need to take a shower first. I can't eat anything like this." Ron said with a chill.

They climbed the spiral staircase with difficulty and came to the wooden eagle ring.

"What can't you buy with a gold galleon?" A gentle, musical voice sounded.

"Time." After Harry answered the question, the door opened automatically and they went in.

The common room was crowded with people, noisy, and everyone was eating the food served.

Only Anthony, Harry's fanboy, stood alone at the door, waiting for them, and eagerly handed over the food. Ron waved his hand and ran to the dormitory alone.

"What's wrong with him?" Anthony was surprised. In the face of delicious food, Ron would actually refuse.

"Don't mention it for now, I'm starving." Harry smiled.