Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Then can you come with me..." Ron pulled Ethan's clothes obediently.

"You have to solve the trouble you caused yourself." Ethan glanced at him, "I can't help you with this kind of thing."

Ron stood up from the bench with a bitter face, took a deep breath, and nodded to Ethan with a tragic look on his face.

"Wish me luck."

boom!

The double doors of the Great Hall were suddenly and violently thrown open, and Professor Quirrell rushed in, his great scarf askew on his head, his face full of horror. Everyone's attention was drawn to him, and their eyes were fixed on him.

In the teacher's seat, Dumbledore stood up from behind the long table and looked quietly at the panicked Professor Quirrell.

Professor Quirrell ran to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned over the table, and gasped, "The troll - in the basement! I think we should report it -"

After saying this, he fell headfirst to the floor in an Olga-like position and fainted.

It would be more accurate to say that he was shouting rather than informing. All the students eating in the auditorium heard this and everyone was thrown into chaos.

"Quiet!"

Professor Dumbledore shouted loudly while firing several fireworks with his wand. The fireworks flew rapidly to all corners of the auditorium. The sound of explosions rang out over the entire auditorium. Everyone finally quieted down and turned to look at their backbone.

"Everyone, don't panic! Now..." He said in a low voice, "Prefects, take the students of your college to the dormitory immediately! Professors, follow me to the basement!"

The prefects of each college greeted the students of their own college with ease.

"Hufflepuff, this way!"

"Slytherin, follow me!"

"Ravenclaws, follow me. Stay alert!"

"Gryffindors, keep order and don't get separated!"

Professor Snape looked at the crowd that was gradually settling down and suddenly thought of something. Instead of following the teachers to the basement, he turned around and left through another small door.

In the orderly procession, Ron and Harry grabbed Ethan's sleeve at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Ethan smiled secretly and asked knowingly.

"Hermione's still in the bathroom!"

"She doesn't know there are trolls out there yet!"

"Then she might find out soon," Ethan said sarcastically without turning his head. "This kind of thing is not your business. Go tell the prefects and they will tell the professors."

"But she hid because of me," Ron bit his lip, his eyes gradually becoming firm, "I have to tell her."

"You can't deal with the troll." Ethan glanced at Ron's slightly trembling legs.

"Then I have to go too." Ron said without hesitation.

"I'm going, too," said Harry, glancing at Ron.

"Okay, squat down. Don't let other people notice us, especially the prefects." Ethan led the two of them to crouch down, blending in with the Hufflepuff crowd, and walked towards the girls' bathroom.

"How could a troll break into Hogwarts? This is not Hogsmeade." Harry asked in a low voice as he moved through the crowd.

"Don't ask me," said Ron. "Trolls are generally pretty stupid. They wouldn't be smart enough to break into Hogwarts - it must be a prank. Maybe it was Peeves."

"Shh - don't talk." The three of them left the main group at a corner of the stairs and turned into a corridor illuminated by moonlight.

"What's that strange smell?"

Harry sniffed, and a foul odor filled his nostrils, a mixture of stinky socks that hadn't been washed for more than a month and a rural public toilet that had never been cleaned.

Then they heard a muffled sound of footsteps. At the end of a passage on the left, a huge figure was moving toward them. They quickly retreated into the darkness and watched it slowly move from the shadows into the moonlight.

It was a troll. It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand and dragging it on the ground as it walked aimlessly along the corridor.

The troll stopped at a door and peered in. Its long ears twitched up and down, then it lowered its head and slowly entered the room.

"That's the women's bathroom, Hermione is in there!" Ron turned pale, and he and Harry rushed to the women's bathroom.

"Ron!" Ethan was a step too slow and failed to catch them, so he could only follow them towards the women's restroom.

At this time, another giant monster appeared in the corridor with a roar and blocked Ethan.

Unlike the giant monster just now, this one was tightly protected by metal armor, and the armor flashed a familiar red light. Its red eyes stared at Ethan, and it hit the floor of the corridor hard with the mace in its hand.

"What are you standing there for? Go help Hermione!" Ethan drew out his wand and pointed it at the troll, shouting to the two people behind it, "Leave this guy to me!"

"what--!"

A shrill scream came from the girls' room. It was Hermione's voice.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then turned decisively and rushed into the girls' room.

"Okay, let me see how much stronger you are than that guy before." Ethan, in full condition, looked at the giant monster rushing towards him and smiled confidently.

Chapter 111: Light is the bond that blinds generation after generation

In the women's restroom, Hermione huddled in the corner opposite the door, trembling as the troll approached her step by step.

The troll slowly walked towards Hermione, waving the wooden stick in his hand wildly, smashing the walls of the toilet cubicle and the sink into small pieces wherever it touched.

"Get its attention!" Harry shouted to Ron as he grabbed a tap and hurled it at the troll.

Although the giant monster's thick skin could hardly feel the force of being hit, the noise made by the two people at the door still successfully attracted its attention.

The troll stopped a few steps away from Hermione and turned, blinking, trying to see what the noises were. Its ugly little eyes caught sight of Harry. It hesitated, then walked towards him, holding up its stick.

Ron took this opportunity to get behind it, grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up.

"Don't just stand there, run!" Ron tried to pull Hermione towards the door, but her weak legs were not strong enough to support her to do so. She was still clinging to the wall, her mouth open in horror.

Harry looked at the troll slowly approaching him. His hand holding the wand trembled slightly, and he shouted the first spell he thought of reflexively:

"The ultimate is as bright as day!"

An intense white light filled the entire toilet.

This was the spell that Harry had seen Ethan perform in the corridor on the fourth floor. The strong light and unparalleled control effect were deeply engraved in Harry's mind.

Although the effect of his own attack was far inferior to Ethan's, it was still powerful enough to temporarily blind the giant monster.

This spell is really useful, love it.

(Excuse me: Then I leave?)

The giant monster lost his vision temporarily due to the stimulation of the strong light. He covered his eyes and roared, waving the wooden stick in his hand.

However, the indiscriminate attack of the troll also made it impossible for the two people on the other side to jump over its body and run to the door. They could only hide again in a place where the troll could not attack for the time being.

The troll's swinging stick caught the edge of Harry's robes and lifted him into the air. Harry simply took off his robes in the air and landed on the troll's head.

Generally speaking, due to their thick skin and flesh, trolls would not feel anything hanging on their heads, unless -

Harry held the wand in his right hand, but couldn't think of any spell that could effectively damage the troll, so he gritted his teeth and poked his wand hard into the troll's nostrils.

puff-

Seeing this scene, Ron and Hermione covered their noses at the same time, feeling a phantom pain.

That must have been a very sour feeling.

"Ow—!"

This really worked. The troll roared in pain, twisted its body wildly, and waved the stick in its hand repeatedly. Harry was shaken to and fro on its back. He could only clamp his legs tightly around its neck, while holding on to the troll's long ears with both hands.

The troll's flailing hands found Harry's legs, and with a little effort he tore him off his neck and held him upside down in front of him. The stick in his other hand was already raised, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

Harry was hanging upside down in the air, shouting to Ron, "Do something!"

"What should I do?" Ron asked helplessly, protecting Hermione and pulling out his wand to point it at the troll.

Harry dodged the troll's first blow with a sit-up, and his voice became hoarse: "Anything, quick!"

Hermione came to her senses and drew out her wand. The two of them shouted the spell that came to their minds in unison:

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The wooden stick in the troll's hand broke away from its palm and rose into the air. Then, due to the lack of magic power of the caster, it instantly lost its floating effect and smashed hard on the head of its original owner, making a dull loud noise.

"duang~"

The troll grunted weakly, and the grip on Harry's calf suddenly lost its strength, causing him to fall to the floor.

After Harry fell to the ground, he didn't even bother to wail. He quickly used his hands and feet to move back a few steps, watching the troll fall in front of him. The noise it made made the debris on the ground jump a few times.

On the other side, the battlefield in the corridor.

Ethan maintained the armor spell on his wand and pushed it upward with force, pushing back the armored monster's foot that was about to step down.

"It's annoying." Ethan watched the troll fall to the ground because of unstable balance, breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his sore wrist.

This giant monster was a bit smarter than the one in Hogsmeade. It actually knew how to use weapons to block the energy beams it emitted, catching it off guard and almost causing it to be defeated.

However, this also makes it lose its means of attack. Now it can only charge fearlessly or trample on itself. It is very easy to defend against such simple attacks.

"I'm not in the mood to waste time with you now. It's time to end it!"

Without using a magic wand, the silver-white energy light condensed in the palm of Ethan's left hand and soon formed a fist-sized ball of light.

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

Ethan pushed his half-open left hand forward, and a ball of light in his palm spread out like lightning, covering every inch of the giant monster's body with precise firepower.

The giant monster that was hit groaned, and its huge body that had just climbed up fell down again, completely losing consciousness.

Ethan walked forward and kicked the troll in the face.

The troll remained unconscious and showed no response to any external stimuli.

Only after making sure it had no intention of waking up did Ethan breathe a sigh of relief.

The reason why he didn't use the magic wand but cast magic directly with his body was because he was afraid that the energy released by the magic wand would be too powerful and directly smash the giant monster to pieces.

This armored giant is full of mysteries. It is necessary to capture it alive, slice it up and study it. At the very least, we should at least keep its corpse intact.

But it seems that the strength was just right this time, and I could still vaguely hear the giant monster's faint breathing.

"Incarcerous."

Light came out from the tip of the staff and turned into a tough steel cable, which wrapped around the unconscious giant monster and tied it up tightly.

"Okay, just stay here quietly."

Ethan patted the non-existent dust on his hands, turned around and wanted to support Harry and the others, but happened to meet the bright light coming from the women's restroom.

"Wow, you're almost as good as me now." Ethan covered his eyes with his palms to block the light. He smacked his lips and exclaimed.

I just don’t know who used it, but this kid will definitely become a great man in the future.

Chapter 112 The show is about to begin. There should be thunderous applause here.

When Ethan ran to the door, the troll was knocked unconscious by the stick and fell towards Ethan.

"Wow, well done." Ethan clapped his hands from behind Harry and walked up to him and picked him up. "I didn't expect that a few first-years like you could kill a giant monster."

"Is it dead?" Hermione asked as she put away her wand and stood up.

"Probably not." Ethan looked at the troll's chest rising and falling due to breathing and said, "He just fainted."

Harry stood up and pulled his wand out of the troll's nostril. The wand was covered with clumps of gray gelatinous substance.

"Ugh - troll's snot." Harry retched and wiped his wand on the troll's pants with great disgust.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing, Harry?" Ethan hurriedly stopped Harry's wasteful behavior, "This thing is a good thing, don't waste it!"

"Huh?" Harry turned his head and stared at Ethan in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

"I'm serious. Troll snot is one of the ingredients of the invisibility potion. It's very precious." Ethan nodded seriously.

Hearing this, the three little ones rolled their eyes in unison, and secretly decided to learn the Disillusionment Charm well in the future and never drink any kind of invisibility potion.

This thing is like Kangfuxin Liquid. It is really effective, but also really disgusting.

"But fortunately, it seems we are not too late." Ethan looked at Hermione who was intimate with Ron, and assisted without leaving a trace. "Ron remembered that you didn't know about the troll yet, and he was so anxious that he had to come to find you. We couldn't stop him no matter what we did."

Harry understood and agreed, "Yes, you don't know how anxious Ron was at that time. He really regretted what happened today."

The two people who were very close to each other quickly moved apart and stood face to face, not daring to look each other in the eye.

"Thank you for what I said just now, and... I'm sorry for what I said before." Hermione blushed and said, "Actually, I've calmed down a long time ago, but I just couldn't put aside my pride to talk to you."

"I am the one who wants to apologize. What I said today was really too much." Ron's emotional intelligence was rarely high. He took advantage of the opportunity given by the two people and said, "In the Charms class, I actually know that you wanted to help me, but I still... Anyway, I'm sorry."