From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 44 Fire ball!

Smelling the aroma of roasted pumpkin that filled the entire castle, Hermione asked unwillingly, "Do we have to go find Professor Quirrell's holiday surprise, Ivy?"

"Of course." Ivy didn't even turn his head, he looked carefully at every corner of the corridor.

"But that's Professor Quirrell." Hermione hugged the elemental orb in her arms. Because she was not very good at dealing with flying brooms, she had no way to deal with the elemental orb which worked on the same principle as the flying broom. She could not control it as freely as Ivy to make it spin and fly around her.

Seeing Ivy turned her head, Hermione continued to explain, "Although it is not something students should do to discuss professors behind their backs, Professor Quirrell is indeed quite harmless. It would be great if he could prepare some 'surprises' in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

It seemed that Quirrell's disguise was successful, at least these first-year wizards didn't know his true identity.

"Don't worry." Ivy said comfortingly, "I've notified the kitchen to leave some food for us. At least I can guarantee that you won't fall asleep hungry."

"Okay." Hermione answered listlessly, and looked back at the noise behind her. She knew that was the direction of the auditorium. Just like the opening party, it should be decorated to match Halloween.

But now, all she could see were cold walls and empty picture frames; even the portraits had gathered together for a party.

Walking in the deserted, empty corridors, Hermione felt as if she had come to another place isolated from the world.

Maybe she should have a good cry somewhere instead of following Ivy down the hallway looking for some Halloween surprise...

Hermione glanced secretly at Ivy; that handsome face really did ease her mood a lot.

Now that's not bad, I don't have any friends! Ivy will help! Seriously, he is a charming guy...

Hermione felt a little indignant, but also a little secretly happy.

But he's a Slytherin, and maybe he knows a few dark arts... Oh, I have to stop him before he becomes a dark wizard, for my friends!
The little witch's emotions were like a roller coaster, and she didn't know where she was going. She followed Ivy closely, but her mind was full of various thoughts.

At some point, the sweet scent that had always surrounded the castle disappeared, replaced by an indescribable stench, like my father's smelly socks and an uncleaned public toilet mixed together.

"Uh... is there a leak in the toilet somewhere?" Hermione looked around and chose a statement that sounded more polite.

"That means we found the right one," Ivy said.

"What?" Hermione pinched her nose with her hand. "Is this Professor Quirrell's surprise? At least he's a professor. He shouldn't be playing with dung balls in the corridor like Fred and George!"

"Oh." Ivy cast a bubble head spell on both of them to block the stench. "I'm afraid it's not an ordinary dung ball, but a moving shit mountain."

Hermione obviously didn't understand, but she still looked quite horrified.

Ivy gave her a push and let her turn the next corner alone.

The scene before her made her take a deep breath. A monster as big as a hill was standing in the middle of the corridor.

It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin, gray as granite, and a huge, clumsy body like a huge pile of mud, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top. Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and below them were flat, rough, calloused feet. It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hands, and because its arms were so long, the stick was dragging on the ground.

"Troll! Professor Quirrell's Halloween surprise is a troll!" Hermione turned back in horror, only to find that Ivy had already disappeared. "Bang!" A bunch of sparks exploded in the middle of the corridor, attracting the attention of the only two creatures in the corridor.

Hermione swallowed hard, preparing herself for the scream that was likely to come at any moment.

The troll turned around awkwardly and met the eyes of the stiff little witch.

"Ah——" Hermione screamed desperately. The sound waves caused the bubbles covering her head to vibrate irregularly, and then disappeared with a "pop".

"Ugh - ugh..." The intense stench blocked Hermione's scream back into her stomach. She bent down and began to dry heave in a desperate manner.

The high-pitched screams and the echoes from the corridor walls undoubtedly angered the stupid troll, and it charged towards Hermione, dragging its clumsy feet and waving the wooden stick in its hand.

The wooden stick collided with the wall, and gravel and paint were scattered all over the ground, but these noises also made Hermione realize that she was in a very dangerous situation.

She had just raised her head when the gray giant monster was already within reach.

Without even thinking, Hermione raised the fire elemental orb in her hand and shouted with all her strength: "Fire ball!!!"

An enormous fireball flew out from the elemental orb and collided with the giant monster in front of it.

The intense flames were followed by an explosion shock wave. The entire corridor was first set on fire, and then extinguished by the giant monster's flying flesh and blood. All kinds of miserable, charred flesh and blood tissues were everywhere. The picture frames and wall paint became a complete mess, and even the metal armor at the end of the corridor became scattered.

Hermione was also thrown far away and fell to the ground with a "bang".

She blinked her eyes, got up from the ground, and was surprised to find that she was not hurt at all, not even a hair was burnt, except for her nose which was attacked by the troll's body odor. However, in the flames, the stench of the troll turned into the burnt smell of a corpse.

Looking at the messy corridor, she couldn't close her jaw for a long time.

The elemental orb in her hand had lost its warm red glow and turned into a pitch-black crystal ball. Hermione held it in front of her eyes and it took her a while to realize that the culprit of everything was this seemingly harmless crystal ball.

"Ivy!" Hermione screamed.

"At your service, ma'am." Ivy pretended to salute as a knight and reappeared in front of her.

"Look what you've done!" Hermione looked like a lioness.

"No, I want to correct you. This is your 'good deed'." Ivy took the elemental orb that had lost its magic power from her hand and corrected her with a smile, "The professors will be here soon. Think about how to face them."

"This is against school rules!" Hermione persisted, but Ivy had disappeared again.

"Okay! Miss Granger!" This was Professor McGonagall's voice. Hermione had never seen her so angry. The cold voice came out from her pale lips, "You actually know that this is against school rules!"

　A fireball does 8d6 damage, and the orb can store 7 fireballs. If all are released at once, each additional fireball will increase the damage by 1d6. Ivy used one fireball at the Black Lake, so Hermione dealt a total of 13d6 damage. In the DND world view, an ogre has 59 health points, and a troll has 84. Although the English words for troll and troll are both Troll, it is obvious that the troll is much weaker, and is similar to the ogre, just as stupid, ugly, and smelly. So the health value should not be much different from that of the ogre, and Hermione's 13d6 fireball killed it instantly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)