Chapter 16 It’s time for you to reflect, Miss Granger!

Of course, no matter how much they disliked Miss Otter, the little lions never tried to bully her.

Although many people want to do this - splash ink on Miss Otter's homework book, cut up her school uniform, or add some weird potions to her breakfast.

But Harry's attitude towards her did not change at all.

We still do homework together and discuss magic spells and potions.

It was not easy for them to start - no, they were reluctant to treat Miss Otter as a transparent person for Harry's sake.

Hermione felt aggrieved.

She wanted to make up for it, at least to make up for the 40-point deficit, and spoke with great intensity in every class. This really worked. Except for Snape, every professor gave her a lot of points.

In one month, although he has not yet earned forty points, he has earned more than twenty points, which makes the gap between Gryffindor and the other three houses not that big.

But this still didn't change her situation in Gryffindor House, and it even got worse.

The little lions all put on colored glasses.

After being so busy, it was Thursday, October 31st, that we could take a breather. The first-year students ushered in their first holiday at Hogwarts - wizards did not celebrate Columbus Day.

Harry shook off his hand: "Go and talk to the professor. Hermione may encounter a troll in the bathroom on the first floor."

Lavender responded enthusiastically: "During class just now, I went to the bathroom, and she seemed to be there."

The troll woke up faster than Harry thought.

He truly understood what the book said - trolls usually have high resistance to magic spells.

They began to learn the third magic spell after the lighting spell and the lock-picking spell - the floating spell.

Harry laughed: "Maybe, but I think you'd better apologize to her later."

"But you just don't listen to me. If you read it out, we can get one more point. Seamus has already added one!"

"Prefect, take the students from your college back."

This is tradition.

But this spell is not simple.

The Sorting Hat stopped talking.

"One point for Gryffindor."

Harry ignored it. He had already run to the classroom corridor. The situation was not good. The scent of the troll and Hermione were mixed together, which made him slow down.

"Ron, you are wrong!" Hermione's voice was a little low. "The 'g' needs to be pronounced! It needs to be clear and long."

"Gryffindor once encountered a forest monster, and it took a lot of effort to kill it."

Harry nodded: "Of course, I know, so I asked Ron to inform the professor."

But it's no use.

The witcher's many years of experience enable him to string together all the details in the shortest possible time and make relatively correct judgments.

But this is different.

Professor Flitwick pulled him to discuss the sigil, and he tried many times without success; Professor Quirrell was unreliable, and he had to figure out Defense Against the Dark Arts on his own; and Professor McGonagall's confinement - it was said that

During the confinement period, I used to help correct the first-grade students, and later added the second-grade homework, along with some extracurricular tutoring.

The other little lions shook their heads.

The door to the hall was violently opened, and Professor Quirrell rolled in, ran to Dumbledore, and exclaimed in panic: "Troll! He escaped from the underground classroom - I thought you knew it."

Hermione raised her wand: "Yuga-Dimlviosa."

Harry raised his hand and cast his seal.

It is the most powerful mountain troll among the trolls.

Feathers are not afraid.

If the troll simply got out of control and destroyed the underground classroom, it would be nothing more than heartache for Slytherin and Hufflepuff - their common rooms are in the underground level.

Dumbledore raised his wand and shot out two purple fireworks: "Okay, be quiet."

The wand was waved and feathers were lifted into the air.

The Sorting Hat was startled and raised his voice: "I'm talking about danger!"

"I've made a choice and I won't change it."

I honestly thought she was acting on purpose.

"No matter how many points you get, you won't be liked by others. You should reflect on your own problems!"

The Sorting Hat suddenly said: "Oh, are you going to fight a troll alone?"

The location is a bit awkward.

"Harry is too good. Now the professors are almost only willing to return the points deducted by Professor Snape to him. After the repayment is completed, they will no longer add points to him. We have to work hard..."

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat, pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, and took out a bottle of sword oil - Ogre Oil.

It moved its feet nimbly and turned around. The sword only hit its right calf.

Ron couldn't get over it either. He munched on two pumpkin pies. When he picked up the third one, he turned to look at Harry: "Should we bring her something to eat?"

The auditorium was in chaos.

"Hmm, so what?" Harry was unmoved, "Are you going to tell me about your weaknesses other than books? What else is there besides your neck?"

"Axxi!"

"She just doesn't understand yet and is trying to make up for it in her own way."

"That's enough!" Ron gritted his teeth and slammed the table.

There was a clang——

There are many syllables, a total of eight tones, and the gestures are also somewhat complicated.

The troll was also smarter than Harry thought - it was stupid, but that was just the brain, not the body.

Hermione's nose twitched and tears welled up. She picked up her schoolbag, pushed through the crowd and ran outside.

The last lesson on Halloween is Charms.

His mentality collapsed a little under Hermione's nagging. Originally, he could still make feathers move a little, but then... he fell to the same level as Seamus.

After saying that, he hit his head on the table and tilted it slightly to avoid plunging into the cream of mushroom soup.

Harry shook his head and quickened his pace: "No, I'm afraid Hermione is about to encounter a troll."

Hermione shuddered.

"Also, there is no need to test me."

"But you are only a first-year wizard." the Sorting Hat said again.

"What, you want to back down?" the Sorting Hat continued to yell, "Facing the troll, it is not a failure for the little wizard to back down. It can even be said to be a very wise choice."

The monster's movements are laggy.

Harry peeled the potatoes, nodded, and was about to speak.

"No, she just needs someone to point out the problem and then reflect on it." She can say what she thinks, but she can't let others say it. Ron immediately became stiff.

The little badgers clapped stupidly, realizing that something was not right about the atmosphere. The applause only started and then gradually cooled down.

Gryffindors can't help but be good at transfiguration.

But no little lion applauded her, and they all treated her coldly.

The witcher's good habits prevent him from panicking at times like this.

And Ron…

"Even if you are a hat, I can still hear what you are thinking."

"I mean Hermione."

Percy stood up immediately, put his feet up, and raised his hands: "Senior students, give way, let the freshmen and junior students go first, follow me..."

A nasty guy who only knows how to make the professors happy and doesn't care about the academy.

"She? How could it be?" Ron was stunned, a little confused.

"Where's the Hermione?" Ron poked his head around, looking for the figure. He typed up a whole flying lesson. He couldn't study in vain. How could he speak out when he couldn't see anyone?

"have no idea."

But once Hermione left, there was no trace of her again.

"This has nothing to do with scores!"

Under Harry's guidance, Seamus finally made it fly into the air after blowing up the sixth feather, making him scream with excitement - and then the feather exploded in the air.

As he ran, he carefully applied the sword oil on it.
To be continued...