The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

In order to fit the Halloween atmosphere, the decorations in the castle were enchanted, and the lights and candlesticks on the road were extinguished.

The entire first floor was still shrouded in dark clouds, flashing with lightning and slightly exaggerated thunder, like a shoddy theater stage.

There is a small aisle on the side of the corridor, and at the end of the aisle is the toilet.

There was a sound of soft footsteps, and Loren and the three of them ran into the corridor side by side and rushed outside the toilet.

Ron's faint sobs could be heard inside.

Loren breathed a sigh of relief and caught up, but the troll hadn't arrived yet.

Hermione looked guilty: "Go and call Ron out, let's go back as soon as possible."

Harry pushed open the wooden door of the toilet, and the aged loose leaves made a creaking sound. Harry also felt some urgency in his heart, and within a few words, Harry pulled Ron out.

Ron's nose was red, and he was afraid to look at Loren and Hermione. He blamed himself a little, blaming himself for causing his friends to go out of their way to look for him.

A few people nodded and walked outside without saying much.

"Roar!!!"

A howl made the four Lorens take back their steps.

Why so unlucky?

Ron felt as if something was strangling his neck, and his breathing became labored.

Bang started ringing outside! boom! boom! The footsteps of the troll, just by listening to the sound, you can imagine what a huge monster the troll is.

Hermione unconsciously leaned next to Loren and grabbed his sleeve tightly.

"The troll is in the corridor!" Harry turned pale with fright.

"Retreat to the toilet and hide, waiting for the troll to pass through the corridor to other places." Loren groaned secretly, planning to drag him until the professors came over.

There was a backbone in the panic, which made the other people feel more at ease. The four of them retreated to the toilet, locked the door and leaned together, holding their breath and not daring to speak.

Bang~

boom.

boom!

The dull footsteps of the troll became clearer and louder as it entered the corridor from the corridor.

Cold sweat began to break out on Ron's forehead, and Loren felt Hermione trembling next to him.

The troll is almost outside the door!

"Hide in the compartment." Loren commanded in a low voice.

The four of them crept into the innermost compartment and stared at the toilet door through a crack.

Wow!

The wooden door panel was kicked into pieces like a toy, and a flat, thick, calloused foot appeared at the door.

Accompanied by a disgusting stench, Loren and the others saw a real troll for the first time.

The skin was dull and as gray as granite. The troll has a huge body with a small, bald head like a coconut, and long arms.

The little wizard is like a toy in front of it.

The pressure caused by the huge body made several people feel that their heartbeats were being strangled, and they would die if they were touched. This was what several people thought in their hearts.

The monster's eyes were densely covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, making it very ferocious. It seemed to have some goal. It walked towards a row of cubicles and waved the wooden stick in its hand horizontally.

"Squat down and run!"

Loren yelled loudly, kicked open the compartment door in an instant and pulled several people to flee.

An entire row of cubicles was hammered to a crisp, with pieces of wood scattered everywhere.

Several people were leaning against the wall to confront the troll, with a distance of five or six meters between the two sides.

"Roar!!!" The troll stared directly at Harry and opened his mouth to roar.

"[Wingardim Leviosa]"

Loren quickly tried to move towards the wooden stick in the troll's hand, but the floating spell didn't respond at all, and the wooden stick was still firmly held in the troll's hand.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Split into pieces]"

Harry and Hermione also took action quickly, and the light of the curse hit the troll's thick skin, but had no effect.

The giant monster slowly approached a few people, and a feeling of powerlessness enveloped them, making people feel a little desperate.

"[Door Opens]" Loren tried his most powerful spell, but it still didn't work.

Remembering Flamel's teachings in dueling class, Loren changed his strategy.

"[Burning Flame]" He poured every part of his body into this spell.

Red flames rose and rolled around the floor. The edge of the fire wave rolled into the giant monster's skin, burning it back and blocking the giant monster's progress.

Loren and all four of them could feel the heat wave coming towards their faces. Loren smiled a little weakly. He used to cast spells all afternoon and he was not tired this time.

"Well done -" A few people didn't have time to be happy.

The flames quickly converged and dissipated.

The floors and corridors of Hogwarts have special defense measures, and the spell will not have the greatest effect.

"Oops!" The unfinished admiration turned into a cry of despair.

Loren was a little exhausted, his eyes were distracted, and his lips were twitching.

What else can be done, what else can be done?

Flamel's teachings flashed through his mind over and over again, and he found in despair that all the techniques were ineffective.

"[Wingardim Leviosa]"

"[Burning flames]"

Hermione's clear voice sounded, and Loren's approach inspired her. After casting the floating spell and the fire spell one after another, the surrounding broken boards levitated, and blazing flames rose up, surrounding the giant monster, preventing the giant monster from getting close.

The fireball floated in the air, the heat wave stirred up the convective wind, the little witch's hair was flying, her robes were fluttering, and the fiery red light reflected on her fair face, making her dazzling.

The flames made the giant monster retreat continuously. This time it was a real and effective retreat from the enemy. The troll is very bulky, and once it retreats to the corridor, Loren and the others can escape in another direction.

Several boys looked at Hermione with admiration as she waved her wand with one hand.

"Long live Granger!" Ron couldn't help shouting. He relaxed and clenched his hands into fists, shaking unconsciously.

Not bad, not bad, he thought to himself.

Loren and Harry took a breath.

The two of them also joined in, using floating spells and flames to push the giant monster out.

Flames surrounded the giant monster, shaking it from time to time. The troll backed away, then backed away, growing more and more impatient, and roared as it exited the toilet.

"Roar!"

The troll swung his stick and hit the ball of fire flying in the air. "Bang", sparks scattered.

The hearts of several people skipped a beat. Hermione and Loren used the floating spell to make the fire ball hover more flexibly, avoid the sticks, and push back the troll.

Balls of fire took off and circled, and things seemed to be steadily improving. The surrounding wooden blocks flew up one by one and were ignited until there were less and less firewood on the ground.

Hermione quickly discovered the problem and said urgently: "No, there won't be enough wood blocks if this continues!"

They are still in the middle of the aisle, and the wooden blocks will be consumed when burning in the air, and will be consumed when being hit by the troll. The remaining number was not enough to sustain them in the corridor, and they were still trapped and died in this corridor.

Despair enveloped the four people again. Sweat broke out on several people's faces and backs. It was unclear whether it was because of the flames or fear.

No one said anything, Hermione's mouth was pressed together and she waved her wand. Now I can only pray that the professors will arrive as soon as possible.

The rising flames became smaller as the floating fireballs became smaller, and the last few wooden boards flew up. A few sparse flames separated the giant monster from Loren and the others.

The giant monster's retreat gradually slowed down.

"Roar!!!"

Even though the giant monster had no brains, it felt that there were fewer fireballs. It waved its giant stick wantonly to disperse these fireballs and walked towards a few people.

Ron was trembling with fear, so scared that he could hardly stand. If he hadn't gone to the toilet, he thought he would pee.

Snot flowed from Ron's red nose. Why? He is a drag, a waste, and the least promising one in the family. With things like this already, why do I have to encounter something like this?

Even though he couldn't do anything, he still had to watch his friends die with him.

He was really scared, so scared that his friend would die in front of him.

Harry is the savior, how could he die because of me!

"run!"

Ron shouted at the top of his lungs, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

He rushed towards the troll, trying to attract its attention so that his friends could escape.

"Come on, you bastard!"

The stench permeating the giant monster's body was roasted by the flames into another strange, slightly burnt smell.

But Ron couldn't notice anything now. The red-haired Weasley was kicking the troll's feet like a madman. He wanted to cause some damage to the troll.

The fists and feet hit the giant monster's thick skin like hammers on some rocks, but had no effect at all.

Ron was quickly kicked out by the troll, hit the wall, and fell down.

He curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach and motionless. He was so painful that he couldn't scream, and bright red blood flowed from his mouth.

Even if I fight with my life, I still can't do anything, I'm a waste...