Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 37 I hope it’s okay
Hearing Ron's words, Hermione turned around without hesitation and followed him in the opposite direction of the team.

The class leaders were all busy maintaining order in their own academy's team, and no one cared about the two little rascals who were going against the flow.

"God, I hope nothing happens to Harry," said Hermione.

"How could that be?" Ron said confidently, "He is the Boy Who Lived. The You-Know-Who was defeated by him. How could a mere giant monster possibly hurt him?"

But when Ron said this, he also had a hint of unconfidence.

Trolls are creatures with thick skin and strong flesh, and are extremely resistant to magic. The spells cast by the first-grade wizard are barely effective in causing any damage to the trolls, even just tickling them.

Merlin's socks, Ron prayed to Merlin in his heart, I hope nothing happens to Harry! I am willing to not eat chicken legs for a year for this!
Harry, who was worried about the two of them, had just pulled up his pants.

He had actually wanted to take advantage of the Halloween dinner to sneak into the dungeon under the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and take a look.

After all, the dinner was packed with people, so it wouldn't be too strange if one or two students were missing.

And going to the bathroom was a perfect excuse to get away—not just an excuse, he really wanted to go there.

When he put on his robe, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why are there these dull footsteps of “dong”, “dong”, “dong” coming from outside?
At the same time, a foul smell hit his nose, and Harry almost instantly determined what it was.

Heavy footsteps, foul body odor, what else could it be other than a troll?
He pushed open the compartment door, looked up at the door, and happened to make eye contact with the giant monster standing at the door.

The troll at the door was twelve feet tall, with dull skin as gray as granite; his head was the size of a basketball, which was really pitifully small compared to his huge body.

The troll was dragging a thick wooden stick in his hand. The stick was even taller and thicker than Harry himself.

It obviously hesitated for a moment, and its pitifully small brain started working in overclocking mode. After estimating the size difference between the "little man" in front of it and itself, it roared madly.

Harry frowned in disgust. This thing... has bad breath.

Although the troll's IQ was not high, it still felt Harry's disgust and contempt, and it was angered by the villain's pretentiousness!

But its pitifully small brain couldn't figure out why the first reaction of such a little creature when seeing it was not to run away, but to stand there and look at it, and even showed a look of disgust.

Harry was angry now. Really, really angry.

I just heard about the death of an old friend yesterday. I was planning to go to the crypt to check out the traces from the past, but I didn't expect to be blocked by such a big fool halfway.

It was impossible for the professors to be unaware of the appearance of such a giant monster in the school. By the time they rushed to the bathroom, they had no way to escape.

The troll raised the huge wooden stick and smiled ferociously.

The same goes for Harry.

Don't you think it's a coincidence?

I just happened to be in a bad mood today, and a tough sandbag came to my door...

Even though his brain capacity was not enough, the giant monster sensed that something was wrong.

Before it could react, it saw the little man in front of it pull out a small wooden stick that was much smaller than the one in its hand.

"Expelliarmus!"

A flash of red light passed by, and the wooden stick in the troll's hand flew out. However, the stick did not fall to the ground, and Harry decided to take out his anger with such a hard-earned sandbag!
He took a deep breath...

Then he rolled his eyes and vomited. The troll's body odor was so fucking strong.

Seeing the weapon in his hand being disarmed and thrown into the air, a question mark slowly floated above the giant monster's head, and he stretched out his big hand to try to get the wooden stick back.

He couldn't understand why he suddenly couldn't hold the weapon in his hand.

"Hey, big guy!" Harry shouted, and used Transfiguration to turn the broken door panel into a thick iron shackle, which he buckled around the troll's ankle.

The troll made a savage sound, turned around and looked at Harry with his ugly little eyes.

Harry controlled the wooden stick and swung the wand in his hand hard!
Following Harry's movement, the wooden stick smashed hard onto the troll.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Even though the troll had thick skin and tough flesh, it was still a very uncomfortable feeling to be hit by the wooden stick controlled by Harry using magic.

Harry continued to control the wooden stick in the air, swinging it left and right, avoiding the vital parts and hitting the troll hard on its body.

The troll howled in pain and kept dodging, trying to avoid Harry's attack.

This movement was not a big deal. Due to the presence of the deformed iron shackles, the giant monster's body suddenly lost balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

Harry would not let the troll go just because it fell to the ground. Not only did he want to vent his anger, but also because the troll obviously wanted to attack it just now.

The school wouldn't expel the little wizard just because he beat up the troll in self-defense, right?

He was thinking leisurely, but his hands did not stop moving, still controlling the wooden stick to hit the giant monster hard.

The troll is regretting now, regretting very, very much.

How did he end up in this strange house and get into such a trivial little trouble?
But now it was completely powerless to resist Harry's beating, which was like a sandbag. It could only cover the place where it was beaten and howl in pain.

Even a Flobberworm could hear the pain, regret and pleading for mercy in the howl.

Ron and Hermione also heard the troll's voice. They were extremely anxious. Was the troll venting its anger? Had it discovered Harry? Or was it beating Harry into a pulp?

"Harry...Harry, will he be okay?" Hermione asked in a crying voice.

"No, it definitely won't!" Ron shouted anxiously, his legs moving faster.

The two of them had put the danger aside and were filled with worry for Harry's safety.

"Yes, is this the door?"

Ron listened to the muffled noise coming from the room and the troll's howling as if venting its anger, and he swallowed involuntarily.

"Wait a minute, push it open quietly and see--" Hermione pulled Ron, who was about to push the door violently, and whispered, "Don't alarm the troll first. What if it's just venting its anger on the interior of the bathroom?"

Ron thought she had a point, so he gently pushed the door open.

Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

(End of this chapter)