Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 102 The invincible Hermione falls!
"We come from prison, we crave power, we are ruthless, we are ruthless, we are cunning, we never regret, we are Azkaban." On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and was attacked by poisonous gas, Harry looked at him from a distance After hearing such an introduction, I took a closer look and saw that the Weasley twins were surrounding Dudley, who was alone, singing a ditty he had written, mixed with short sentences from the introductions of various colleges.

Harry quickly took a long detour and left by another staircase. The other Ravenclaws who followed Harry to avoid Peeves' attack also followed Harry's pace for fear of being left behind.

This is not because they are timid, but because they have learned from the past.

Like Padma Patil, in order to have breakfast with her sister Parvati Patil in Gryffindor, she went to the auditorium early alone, and then she was unable to attack the first-year Ravenclaw. And the depressed Peeves bumped into.

In the end, the whole person was drenched with water balls. If Penello hadn't happened to bump into him, he would have been wet all the way to the auditorium.

"Harry, don't you think Fred and George are going too far?" Hermione said as she walked.

"Too much? They have learned about my family from me before. For example, when picking up letters, Dudley would use his Smelting cane to chase me like a puppy."

"Do you think I think it's too much?" Harry laughed angrily.

"Oh, Harry, I said, I spoke without understanding before, I'm sorry." Hermione followed Harry closely behind and explained stammeringly.

"Come on, brother, Dudley is at Hogwarts right now. My brothers' methods are not limited to these. I know it very well," Ron explained.

"Well, when I was three years old, Fred turned my - my teddy bear into a big ugly spider because I broke his toy broomstick." See Anthony Around, Lisa Do Everyone was gossiping curiously, and Ron was preaching in a broken voice.

"Poor Dudley." Harry smiled evilly.

However, the smile quickly disappeared from Harry's face, and the familiar smell that hit his face immediately cheered up the drowsy Ravenclaw who had just taken a lunch break.

From Ryan's perspective, poor Quirrell's breath of life is declining more and more. In the eyes of other Ravenclaws, no, more precisely, in their noses, the taste is even more sour.

The smell cannot be described only as the smell of garlic.

Hermione, on the other hand, raised her head slightly, looking confident.

Even Ryan was a little curious. Could it be that this know-it-all found a solution to this stench in an unknown book?
Or simply learn the head soaking spell.

When Quirrell stuttered in class again, Ryan watched Hermione sit in the front row with a confident look on her face, then took out her wand, pointed at herself and recited a spell: "Purify the heart and clear the mind!"

Invincible Hermione fell.

Ryan caressed his forehead helplessly. The function of the spell he developed was to lift his spirits, and also had a little additional effect on enhancing the five senses. Fortunately, Hermione was not using a super-sense spell, otherwise, she would probably stink to death on the spot.

"Hermione!" One after another, exclamations came from the mouths of the little eagles in the audience.

"No - don't worry, let me do it--" Quirrell found the unconscious Hermione and tried to get closer.

"Professor Quirrell, stay away from me, Hermione is dizzy from the stink." Ryan had no choice but to step forward and interrupt Quirrell's next words.

"How could that be? Aren't the other classmates fine?" Quirrell pretended to get closer again.

"Harry!" shouted Ryan.

"Periculum!" Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the sky. The fiery red fireworks appeared again, and Quirrell fell down again. It must be said that magic is really a subjective power. Before Ryan had time to guide it, Harry exerted this power on his own, and even repeated his wrong pronunciation at that time, fearing that he would follow the correct pronunciation (the m in Periculum should be emphasized and the front should be fast).

All this is related to the appearance of Dudley, which makes the power of his spell more active.

Although, Harry can do it as long as his willpower is strong enough.

Ryan was a little skeptical that Harry's specialty in the future would be that he would no longer be the disarming spell (Expelliarmus), but become this variant of the red spark.

However, Harry had to work harder to practice. If he never reached the point of proficiency, when he reached adulthood at the age of seventeen and the power of the spell faded, this short-lived spell would probably become useless.

On the other side, Quirrell fainted again. This time, without Ryan's intervention, it would have taken more than ten minutes. He might not wake up until the end of this class.

And Hermione, under the sparks of Harry, slowly woke up and greedily took a breath of the air that made her awake again because of Harry's spell.

"Harry, what are you doing? Professor Quirrell! What's wrong with him?" Hermione was confused at first, and then looked horrified.

"Hermione, Professor Quirrell made you faint with the stench, but he didn't believe in evil and wanted to get close to you. Harry could only use his power again to dispel the stench." Ryan explained.

"That's it," Ron agreed.

This time, Anthony finally had the chance, together with his good brothers Michael and Terry, to carry Professor Quirrell to the school hospital, to Madam Pomfrey.

Anthony was seen tentatively approaching Quirrell step by step. After confirming that there was no smell, he carried him out.

Ryan added additional reinforcement magic to Quirrell's turban to prevent Voldemort from being discovered in advance, which would be boring.

Voldemort also fainted at this time, so that if he suddenly had a brain attack, he would not kill Anthony and the others to prevent exposure.

"Harry, you won't get any points deducted, it's all because of me." Hermione looked ashamed.

"What are you afraid of? Even if Dumbledore comes, I will say the same thing. It's all because Quirrell knocked you out first." Seeing this, Weasley ran to the podium and shouted loudly.

The other eaglets also looked in agreement, but more often than not, they didn't care about the college points.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley, I'm here. What did you just say?" At this time, Dumbledore appeared in front of the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with a gentle face.

"Sir, it's all because of me. I knocked Professor Quirrell unconscious." Harry said quickly, not paying attention to Dumbledore's gentle expression.

"Sir, it's all my fault. It was because Professor Quirrell stun me that Harry did it." Hermione also said quickly, ignoring the fact that she had used a spell on herself. She hoped that this would better reflect Quirrell's behavior. The professor's fault, thereby mitigating Harry's punishment.

"That's it." Ron blushed and agreed again. For the first time in his life, he wished he could open his mouth a few more times and explain for Harry.

Neville and others on the side also started to explain.

(End of this chapter)