Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 36 Troll

Harry didn't remember how he got back to his dormitory. He only remembered that Ron seemed to have had a quarrel with Hermione.

He sat in front of the dormitory window with his legs hugged, staring out in a daze.

The moonlight was like water, flowing through the window into the dormitory, stretching Harry's shadow very long.

"Harry?" Ron noticed his good friend's strange behavior. He had been like this since he returned to the dormitory. He kept calling him but he just subconsciously responded with a 'hmm'. It was really worrying.

Harry finally came to his senses. He looked at Ron and smiled sheepishly.

"Want to play wizard chess together, buddy?" Ron held the chessboard. "I know you're in a bad mood, but Hermione didn't mean that. She was just interested in the person with the same name as you, so she looked up the book. She didn't mention the You-Know-Who on purpose. Who knew that person was right next to her..."

"I know, Ron." Harry nodded. His mind was really confused.

"How about we go over to Hagrid's place after class tomorrow?" Ron asked with concern.

"In a few days," said Harry. "Tomorrow is Halloween Eve, and there's a dinner in the Great Hall tonight."

"Well, I heard that the limited-edition pumpkin pie for Halloween is delicious." Ron said to Harry, "If you like it, I can give you my portion."

Harry was in a trance for a moment.

It was here, in the same room, that Gareth comforted him when he was homesick.

When I heard from my old friend again, he had passed away.

A hundred years is just a blink of an eye for him, but it is a lifetime for his old friend.

"Thank you, Ron." Harry said with all his strength, "It's getting late. We should go to bed. We have a Charms class tomorrow morning."

"Yeah." Ron nodded heavily, but his brows were still twisted and he was still worried about Harry.

Early the next morning, the first-year Gryffindor students could be seen happily sitting at the long table eating.

Halloween is on Friday, which is tomorrow - and there are two Potions classes taught by Professor Snape on Friday morning.

Holidays meant a day off, and having a day off on Friday meant no Potions classes.

Do you know what it means for Gryffindor not to take Professor Snape's Potions class?

It’s just a pity that the afternoon flying class was cancelled due to the holiday.

This is one of the few opportunities for young wizards to touch a flying broom.

To make matters even happier, Professor Flitwick said that after so long of studying, he thought it was time for the little wizards to learn how to make objects fly.

"Now, don't forget that subtle wrist move we've been practicing!" shrieked Professor Flitwick, standing as usual on his pile of books. "Flick and shake, remember, flick and shake - and it's very important to pronounce the spell correctly - and don't forget Baruffio, the wizard who said 's' instead of 'f' and found himself lying on the floor with a wild bull on his chest."

Harry has always believed that the wrist movement is actually to assist wizards to clearly know which spell to cast. In fact, when it comes to real wandless casting, there is no need to draw any gestures. Whatever you think in your mind is what you throw out.

"Winguardium Leviosa!" Harry took the wand, pulled the desk in front of him, and flew up.

"Brilliant! That's just brilliant, Mr. Potter!" screamed Professor Flitwick, jumping happily on his book.

However, when he stepped down, his foot was not firmly planted and he slipped and fell backwards.

"Leviosa!" In desperation, Harry pointed his wand at Professor Flitwick who was falling backwards and cast a levitation spell.

The spell [Winguardium Leviosa] seems to be just one suffix different from [Leviosa], but in fact they are completely different. The latter is not an omission of the former. [Leviosa] simply makes objects float, while [Winguardium Leviosa] can control the direction in which the object floats.

Professor Flitwick swam his arms forward in the air as if swimming, and said to Harry happily, "Ten points for Gryffindor! Excellent spell! Harry, you must have studied the textbook in advance, didn't you?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry controlled the spell and put Professor Flitwick down. In the whole class, only Hermione succeeded in floating the feather - and after her, half of Ron.

Under Hermione's guidance, Ron successfully made the feather fly, but was distracted by Seamus suddenly making the feather explode, and the feather fell back onto the table.

"You really should learn some Thunderbolt Explosion or other explosive spells."

On the way back to the Great Hall, Hermione said to Seamus, "I think your talent should be enhanced a little bit in this regard."

"Are you laughing at me, Granger?" Seamus asked indignantly, feeling offended.

"Oh, mate," Ron quickly put his hand on Seamus' arm. "Not really, not really."

"I'm sorry, Seamus." Hermione quickly apologized to Seamus, "I didn't mean that."

Now that Hermione had apologized, Seamus couldn't say anything else.

After the herbology class in the afternoon, the much-anticipated Halloween dinner began.

Thousands of bats transformed by magic were fluttering on the walls and ceiling. Another dense group of bats circled and danced above the dining table like low dark clouds. When they passed the giant Halloween pumpkin, the candle flame in the pumpkin's belly flickered.

"Where's Harry?" Ron suddenly realized that his good brother was missing.

"Harry just said he was going to the loo," Seamus replied.

Ron couldn't help but feel a little worried. Was Harry still sad? Should he go and comfort him?

God, he must have company now.

But the plate in front of him was filled with a wide variety of delicious food in an instant, and his attention was immediately attracted.

Let me eat a chicken leg first before going over, he thought.

However, the door was suddenly opened, and Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the restaurant, his large scarf tilted on his head, his face full of horror.

The students were all focused, wanting to see what had caused the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to panic.

"The troll! The troll is in the dungeon!" Quirrell ran up to Dumbledore and shouted, "I think - I should let you know about this..."

After shouting, he fell forward to the ground.

The restaurant fell into silence for a moment. No one knew who took the lead, but the students suddenly started screaming.

Oh my god, troll...

Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat and shouted, "Silence—"

Perhaps it was the headmaster's title that intimidated the students, and everyone suddenly quieted down after hearing Dumbledore's voice.

"Prefects!" Dumbledore said in a low voice, but his voice was as loud as a bell: "Take the students of your house to the dormitories immediately!"

"Come on, follow me." The class leaders began to organize the students to line up and return to the dormitory. "Don't be afraid of the giant monster. The professor will take care of it."

Hermione was about to follow Percy when Ron grabbed her sleeve.

"Ron? What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Harry!" Ron whispered, "Harry is still in the bathroom on the first floor! We have to go and warn him! He's in danger!"

　Harry: Let's see who's really in danger.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)