Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The banquet had barely begun, and the pumpkin pie in my hand was still warm when all the food on the table was cleared away.

"Don't worry, everything will be the same as before once we get back to the lounge."

But just as Professor McGonagall finished comforting her, bad news came one after another. She saw Percy Weasley, the Gryffindor prefect, frantically push through the crowd and run to her to announce that one person was missing.

Meanwhile, Snape on the other side also heard news of Gemma Farley...

The heads of Slytherin and Gryffindor, as if by telepathy, turned their heads at the same time and saw the worry and anxiety in each other's eyes.

"Hermione Granger and Nietzsche Holmes aren't here?" Professor McGonagall immediately made her judgment and issued a new order to them, "Prefect, take the rest of the people and leave. Felius and Severus, come with me!"

The vice principal's voice wasn't loud, but the message still traveled from the front row of students to the back.

Today is Halloween, how could those two be... well, a man and a woman away from the banquet, it's no wonder that the snakes, lions, eagles, and badgers couldn't help but make connections.

Draco's lips curled into a cold smile; this was simply destiny.

“Oh my god, I just came down from up there not long ago. If they don’t go back to their respective lounges immediately…” Pins gasped, but despite this, he still tried to think the best of it.

"I should have gone with them."

Although she knew perfectly well that Nietzsche and Hermione couldn't possibly go straight back to their respective lounges after leaving the library, she couldn't help but deceive herself.

The news that Nietzsche and Hermione were in danger quickly reached Harry's ears.

"Wait a minute, Severus, go to the fourth floor first." Dumbledore looked up, and with just a glance, the four ghosts floating above appeared before him. "What are you waiting for? Quickly find Nietzsche's location!"

Lady Grey, Blood Man Barrow, Headless Nick, and the Fat Monk swiftly passed through the walls; they were the ones best at finding people.

An adult mountain troll isn't fast, but it has big feet. After spotting Nietzsche and his companions, it chased them all the way down the marble steps of the hall to the second-floor corridor.

This narrow passage was not so friendly to Nietzsche and Hermione.

"Why can't any of the classroom doors be opened directly!" Hermione pulled on each door as she passed it; this area, which was only for students to enter and exit, was perfect as a temporary shelter for the two of them.

Nietzsche, panting heavily, impatiently shoved Hermione aside, and a chair flew over their heads with a whooshing sound.

"My legs are weak!"

"My shoes are stuck to the ground!"

The two launched a counterattack at the same time, but the spells that could render life incapable of action only made it reach out and scratch its granite-like skin bathed in moonlight.

Just as described in the book, it has extremely high magic resistance.

“I remember now, in ‘Hogwarts: A History,’ it says that the castle’s guards are trolls.” Hermione had no strength left, and Nietzsche could only grab her arm.

"Hermione! I'm glad you're explaining things to me now, but... trolls won't earn you any points!!"

Several spells failed to stop it; on the contrary, the troll became even angrier. He was increasingly certain that Nietzsche was the attacker, and Hermione... was definitely his accomplice.

Since they are comrades, they must also be attackers!

So it threw the wooden stick in its hand with all its might. There was no way for two people to hide in this corridor. If they bent down and fell, the giant would take the opportunity to catch up.

"Yugadimu Leviosa!"

Hermione instinctively stepped in front of Nietzsche, and the giant tree-like wooden stick floated up.

Then, like a musician, she waved her wand, raised both hands above her head, and slowly clenched her left hand into a fist. Just like that, a piece of solid wood broke due to the pressure of magic.

As the troll stared in disbelief as his weapon was destroyed, Nietzsche came up with a brilliant idea:

There must be a weakest point.

"Run!" he yelled at Hermione. "Wait for me at the corner of the U-shaped corridor... around the infirmary!"

The girl didn't ask why; in this critical moment, she maintained her trust in the other person and ran away.

Nietzsche, on the other hand, lifted his school robe and pulled out a modern artifact from his left lower back.

Colt, the Rolls-Royce of pistols. Nietzsche didn't want to wait for the giant to recover from his shock. He simply raised his hand, roughly aimed at the head, switched his thumb to double-action mode, and pulled the trigger three times in a row.

.357 Magnum may be late, but it will never malfunction.

"Where did you get...Transfiguration?" Hermione was startled by the three loud bangs behind her, her face turning deathly pale for some unknown reason. "Impossible, Transfiguration can't create gunpowder out of thin air..."

Even if Nietzsche remembered the entire gun's construction, he couldn't change its original properties.

Nietzsche cautiously poked his head out and saw the giant behind him furiously pounding everything around him while charging forward recklessly.

“My dad gave it to me. It’s not an electronic product, so it won’t be detected.”

“So you just…” Hermione stammered, pointing incredulously at Colt in his left hand, “walked around the school with a gun?”

Hermione saw that Nietzsche only responded with silence, so she could only keep it in mind. Then, supporting his body, the black ball and the brown ball appeared one above the other at the corner of the corridor.

The giant covered his face, blood seeping from between his fingers, accompanied by muffled sobs.

"So this is your plan, to have an enraged mountain behemoth beat two weak wizards to death on the spot?" Hermione exclaimed. "Great! If we're lucky, we might even be able to leave them with their bodies intact so the professor can find them."

Ni nudged her with his elbow, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Coming."

The pumpkin lanterns with flickering blue flames on the ceiling cast a long shadow of the giant. It seemed tired, and could only cover its face as it subconsciously walked forward.

When they stood close to the troll's feet, Hermione's heart leaped into her throat. She covered her mouth with both hands, feeling as if she were about to vomit her lunch from the pile of smelly socks that had been sitting there for two years.

The troll finally turned around, but it didn't notice the two of them?

Only after it left did Nietzsche breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down on the stone slab.

“We’re in its blind spot… Magnum hollow-point bullets, even if they don’t blow its skull open, they should at least make a hole. It’s just… just too resistant to wizard magic.”

The blood on the floor washed over Hermione's brain, the stench and stench assaulting her nose. After hearing the distant sound of a giant falling to the ground, she heard nothing more.

Only then did she lie on the ground and vomit.

"Is it dead?"

"Perhaps he just fainted from exhaustion, but he's probably dead." Nietzsche's hands trembled as he fastened the safety catch and tucked it back into his waistband.

Is Hermione the only one who's afraid?

No, even though Nietzsche had seen too many dead people and heard about all sorts of murders, the feeling was completely different when life actually slipped through his fingers. This time, he was no longer a bystander.

Nietzsche took a breath, and frowned as he listened to the mingled smells of blood and sourness.

This smell... he felt like he'd smelled it somewhere before.

"If the trolls are castle guards, why...why did they attack us?" Hermione took Nietzsche's handkerchief, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and then put it in her pocket.

"Do you think a creature that an old bat can use to insult someone must be very intelligent?"

Nietzsche's joke was inappropriate, but they needed to relax, so Hermione climbed back to his side and sat against the wall like him, her eyes glazed and her hair covered in dust.

Several minutes passed before the two of them burst into laughter.

"You seized the opportunity well." Hermione licked her dry lips, feeling a surge of excitement after the crisis.

It was as if she and Nietzsche were born to be this kind of expert. The moment Hermione took action, Nietzsche could quickly find the next opportunity. They could always coordinate so seamlessly, as if everything had been rehearsed in advance.

Hermione glanced down but didn't say anything. After all, without the gun, their weak spells were completely useless.

"What happened here?" Bloody Barrow was the first to rush over, the mess in the corridor shocking him. "Holmes? Granger? I just heard a few loud noises."

But Nietzsche simply pulled the hood of his school uniform over his head and said nothing.

Everything in the world is interconnected. He got lost in the information, and the rest was left to Hermione.

Hermione Watson Granger~

“We’re just tired.” She saw Lady Grey from Ravenclaw float over and pointed to the blood on the ground. “The trolls… went that way. I don’t know if they’re still alive.”

Bloody Barrow gave the two of them a deep look, then nodded to Ms. Gray and said, "Let's go inform the principal."

The second floor finally came alive. Professor McGonagall's head had just leaped over the last step when her vision was filled with blood, stone walls smashed with wooden sticks, and pumpkin lanterns turned into pies.

Behind Professor McGonagall was Snape, followed by a trembling Professor Quirrell.

"I...I didn't know there were people outside..." He clutched his chest and sobbed.

While repairing the broken parts, McGonagall searched for the two students and tried to comfort the psychologically fragile Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

“You’ve done your best, Quirinas. If you hadn’t insisted on welcoming each student into the auditorium tonight, we would have lost more than just the two of them… This is not a dereliction of duty on your part.”

Perhaps Quirrell truly loves this place, and he is willing to stand at the auditorium door to greet students in place of the old Flitwick.

Even Snape was surprised.

Quirrell should be unaware of this matter, otherwise he wouldn't need to patrol the hall. If he's involved, then the more students are harmed tonight, the more the professors' attention will be diverted...

As Snape pondered this, he temporarily set aside his doubts, but only temporarily.

“Here! Professor!” Barrow led the way above them.

"Are you alright?" McGonagall saw the two sitting on the ground and her first reaction was to go over and take their hands, helping them up. "You're alright... kids, you're safe now..."

This usually stern professor showed a hint of tenderness at this moment.

She had already guessed from Mrs. Pince that the two of them must have run into the giant monster when they went downstairs. If they had walked a little faster, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Professor McGonagall could easily understand this with a snap of her fingers—how could these two kids, who had known each other since the Muggle world, possibly miss the opportunity to be alone?

Of course, this is just her opinion.

“However, Mr. Holmes, it’s best if students don’t fall in love too early. You won’t be so lucky next time.” She then immediately changed her tone and warned Nietzsche.

Hermione, like a startled rabbit, suddenly looked up and stared at the professor in astonishment.

She and Nietzsche simply wanted to experience the festive atmosphere they usually missed, but the professors clearly misunderstood.

Following the trail of blood, Snape found the mountain troll's corpse at another corner of the corridor. It had a hole the size of a bowl in its eye, half of its ear had been cut off, and half of its nose was gone.

No wonder the troll caused such a commotion...

"It's dead?" Quirrell was stunned by the unexpected sight. "What...what kind of dark magic is this wound?"

“Even if two first-year students used the Killing Curse, they could only make the troll cough a few times at most.” Snape knelt down on one knee, enduring the stench to observe closely. “If you want to damage the troll’s skin by force, you’ll need the sharpest weapon.”

Even if Hermione and Nigel used perfect Transfiguration to create a sword, they could only barely cut through it, and would not be able to achieve that kind of power.

But Snape suddenly thought of something. Ignoring the filth of the blood, he reached out and poked around in its eyes with his finger. Finally, his fingertip found a small, hard thing inside the lump of rotten flesh.

When I took it out, it looked like a small flower made of metal.