A Hogwarts Wizard Supreme

Chapter 329 Attack of Ron

In the girls' bathroom on the first floor, Hermione was crying alone.

Li Fei really couldn't imagine why someone would cry in the toilet all afternoon.

Doesn't it stink?

Is it true that the little fairy's poop is delicious?

Or is it because you are too sad and ignore your surroundings?

Well, it's possible.

In short, in a corner that no one had noticed, a soft and snow-white ragdoll cat with hair as soft as cotton was lying on the ground. While arranging its hair, its eyes occasionally glanced at the door of the women's restroom.

When Harry and Ron thought that Hermione might not know that there was a troll in the castle, they did not choose to report to the prefect. Instead, they quietly left the group and walked in another direction.

They were able to make this choice partly because the prefect of Gryffindor was Percy. With Percy's "official-obsessed" character who was accustomed to choosing the small and the big, Harry and Ron simply couldn't. I don't want to explain to him any more.

On the other hand, it actually reflects the characteristics of Gryffindor House - outstanding personal heroism.

Unlike Slytherin's strict hierarchy of superiors and subordinates, Hufflepuff's loyalty, enthusiasm and hero worship, and Ravenclaw's calm analysis, Gryffindor has always been a representative of individual recklessness.

They only regard themselves as heroes and do not recognize other heroes from the bottom of their hearts.

I don't care how strong you are, I just don't obey you.

I never think about whether I can solve this problem or whether I will cause trouble for others in the past. I don’t care, I have to go, and that’s it.

“I don’t know how many bowls of rice I can eat, and I don’t know what kind of rice I can eat.” - Li Fei.

From Dumbledore to Harry Potter, as long as I act recklessly, all Horcrux curses, outnumbered, Death Eater traps, and academy honors will be forgotten.

In comparison, although Professor McGonagall is also very brave, at least he is not as brainless as other Gryffindors.

Moreover, the courage of Gryffindor sometimes also reflects a kind of "ruthlessness". One second you are the hero of Gryffindor, but a few days later, if something goes wrong, everyone will treat you as a sinner.

The truth is that one hundred minus one equals zero. A martyr woman who loses her integrity is not as good as an old man who behaves well.

Just because Li Fei doesn't understand this kind of behavior from the bottom of his heart, the Sorting Hat's rating of Li Fei's Gryffindor ratio is really... not high.

Without complaining about these, let’s just talk about Harry Potter and Ron.

They slipped quietly through the empty side corridor and hurried toward the women's room.

Just as they turned the corner of the corridor, they heard rapid footsteps behind them.

"It could be Percy! He noticed that we were missing!" Ron said in a low voice, and then pulled Harry and hid behind a large griffin stone sculpture.

They looked over from behind the stone sculpture, only to find that the person coming was not Percy, but Professor Snape.

They watched as he walked down the corridor and disappeared from their sight.

"What is he doing here?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Why doesn't he join other teachers in solving the troll trouble in the underground classroom below?"

"Ask me, how do I know?"

"You are the first wizard of the same age that I know, and you are a pureblood. Who else can I ask if not you?"

Harry played the emotional card, and Ron was speechless.

The two of them followed Snape's retreating footsteps and quietly walked down another corridor, trying not to make any noise.

"He's walking towards the third floor." Harry said. "Is he going to the corridor guarded by the three-headed dog..."

Harry wanted to say something else, but Ron raised his hand.

"Can you smell something?"

Harry sniffed, and a stinging stench penetrated his nostrils. It was a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that was never cleaned.

Then they heard a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground.

Ron keenly noticed that at the end of a passage on the left, a huge creature was moving towards them. The two of them quickly retreated into the darkness and watched the monster's figure slowly walk into the moonlight.

It didn't last long, but the scene was deeply imprinted in their hearts. It was simply too terrifying.

This giant monster is twelve feet tall (3.65 meters). Its gray skin is dull and rough as thick as granite. Its huge and clumsy body is like a pile of huge gravel, with a top of it. A little head like a soybean.

Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and underneath were a pair of flat, thick, calloused feet. Harry felt that the opponent only needed one kick to crush him to death.

The smell emanating from its body was simply disgusting. As it walked, it kept scratching its armpits and groin with its right hand.

From time to time, he put his hand near his nose and sniffed hard, and then he let out a weird giggle.

Harry felt a surge of heat rising up, and it was about to pass through his throat, and would spurt out in an instant!

Thanks to Ron's quick eyesight and quick hands, he helped Harry cover his mouth.

Patting Harry's back gently to help Harry calm down the urge to vomit, Ron said in the smallest voice:

"Take a deep breath, Harry.

Absolutely, absolutely, never spit it out.

Although the trolls themselves are often extremely smelly, their sense of smell is often surprisingly sensitive, and they will consider your vomit to be delicious food. "

Hearing these words, Harry felt like he was about to vomit again.

The troll was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand. Because its arms were so long, the stick was dragging on the ground, making collision sounds from time to time.

The troll stopped by a door and peered inside.

It swung its long ears, made a decision with its little head, then lowered its head and slowly entered the room.

"Who are you? Ah! Help!!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

A shrill, frightened female voice came from the room that the troll had just entered.

"Holyshift." (On purpose)

Ron silently cursed the terrible situation. At this moment, his face was as pale as the ghost of Bloody Barrow.

"This room is the women's bathroom where Hermione is staying!" Harry was so nervous that he couldn't even breathe.

"Hermione!" they both said at the same time.

They really don't want to face the troll, but what other choice do they have?

Hermione Granger was huddled against the opposite wall, as if she might faint at any moment, as the troll was approaching her.

As the troll walked away, he continued to scratch his armpits and groin, and combined with the drool flowing from the corner of his mouth due to greed, it was as obscene as possible.

"Bang." The giant monster's powerful force even knocked the pool away from the wall.

"Distract him!"

Harry said desperately to Ron, grabbing a faucet on the ground and throwing it against the wall.

The troll turned his head.

"Come here, run, run!"

Harry shouted to Hermione, trying to pull her towards the door.

But at this moment, Hermione was completely unable to move, still pressed tightly against the wall, her mouth wide open in horror.

The shouts and echoes seemed to drive the troll crazy. It roared again, turned around and started to approach Ron.

Ron took a step back, and the troll turned and walked towards Hermione and Harry again.

"Ron, think of a way Ron!"

"Hermione, wake up quickly, Hermione!"

Caught between Hermione and the troll, Harry prepared to fight to the death.

Ron took a step in the direction of the troll, and the troll suddenly turned back and roared at Ron!

This frightened Ron so much that he jumped back instantly, and the strong touch on his back told him that he had hit the wall.

Now, Ron is closest to the troll, and there is no way out.

What the hell should I do!