NOVEL FROG Chapter 27 Trolls, Quidditch Matches
"Hoo!" the troll roared, charging towards Hermione.
"Stop stiff legs!"
The troll's feet were drawn together by an invisible force.
Unbalanced, it fell forward.
Zicomo didn't expect the little witch to be so witty.
It is said that trolls have rough skin and thick flesh and have high magic resistance, but that is for aggressive magic.
The magic spell of 'legs stand and die' is equivalent to an invisible rope tying a person's legs.
It works wonders on monsters.
And Hermione took the opportunity to run out of the bathroom.
While running, he took out a second-generation magic grenade from his pocket and threw it at the troll.
She remembered that her cousin had told her to throw enemies out if they encountered them.
Zicomo watched in horror from the side.
Good guy, the amount of that one is small, there are seven or eight, right?
These second-generation magic grenades have been transformed by him.
The explosive power is more concentrated.
Each one can blast a one-meter-diameter smashing damage on the granite.
Thinking of this, Zicomo hurried forward.
With a wave of his hand, he retracted all the magic grenades.
Then he waved his hand again, and the troll wooden stick that fell to the ground instantly turned into an iron stick.
The iron rod flew up and smashed hard at the back of the troll's head.
"duang!"
A good sound is a good head.
The troll suddenly fainted.
"cousin?"
Zicomo was still in the state of the Disillusionment Charm, and Hermione couldn't see anyone.
But she knew that Zicomo could cast spells silently.
"It's me." Zicomo took shape.
Hermione was relieved to see that it was really Zicomo.
"Cousin, how did you get those magic grenades back?" Hermione was a little puzzled.
"I won't take it back and wait for you to blow up a big hole in the school? Or wait for you to blow up the troll? Can we afford to damage the public property of the school?"
In fact, Zicomo's net worth is indeed worth it.
He put it away because he didn't want Hermione to see the troll blown to pieces and torn apart.
It's kind of cruel to let a 12-year-old witch look at this.
Besides, the professors are coming.
He didn't want to be penalized by Snape for carrying dangerous goods.
Hermione thought Zicomo had a point, but she couldn't get over it.
So she raised her wand.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
The Floating Charm controlled the iron rod that had not turned back to wood, and kept waving it.
While smashing the troll, the little witch was still muttering.
"Let you scare me! Make you dirty! Make you stinky on me!"
At this time, the sound of footsteps came to mind.
The professors heard the sound and rushed over.
"Zicomo! Hermione! Are you all right?" Harry's voice came from behind the professor.
It seemed that Harry and Ronald were worried about them, and came over with the professor.
"Oh! God! What's going on here? Who can explain it to me?" Professor McGonagall said in a bit of anger.
She was shocked why the troll fell to the ground, and was angry at why a little wizard ran out of disobedience.
"Okay, it's actually weird..."
"Ahem, Professor McGonagall!" Zicomo interrupted Hermione and continued.
"Actually, it was because we had never seen a troll before, so we ran out curiously.
And we've been studying magic at Hogwarts for a while, and we're old enough to fight trolls.
Now that there are trolls at Hogwarts, we're just in time to put our learnings into practice. "
After hearing Zicomo's words, Professor McGonagall was speechless.
What does it mean to be old enough to fight trolls?
You are only 12 years old!
What is the 12-year-old wizard doing? Play chess in the college lounge.
You cousins are better, the castle is full of trolls to play with.
The point is that these two still won.
Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall was a little happy.
After all, these two little wizards are the cubs of their own academies.
They behaved so well, and they had a lot of face.
Cough, can't laugh. To keep my serious persona.
"Okay! Mr. and Ms. Granger. Five points from Gryffindor for your disobedience and reckless behavior.
But Gryffindor adds 20 points for your excellent defeat of the trolls. "
Professor McGonagall came to a conclusion on the matter.
"Now, you should go back to the lounge."
Snape, who was by the side the whole time, was speechless.
After all, the dean was here, and he wanted to ridicule Harry.
But when Harry noticed his injured thigh, the atmosphere between the two became a little awkward.
Fortunately no one found out.
Snape swore to himself that he would try his new potion on the dog if he got the chance.
Back in the lounge, Ronald exclaimed excitedly: "How cool! You actually defeated the trolls!"
Seeing Ronald's startled look, Zicomo thinks that all four academies will know about it tomorrow.
The two of them defeated the troll thing.
"Unfortunately, I haven't eaten much for dinner."
Hermione sighed, not too concerned about defeating the troll.
Zicomo groaned inwardly after hearing Hermione's words.
When did the genius little witch have a foodie attribute?
Was it influenced by him?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"Ahem, I packed some dishes when I left the restaurant, is there anyone who wants to eat with me?" Zicomo asked.
"I want, I want!" Hermione nodded again and again.
Harry and Ronald shook their heads, they had just had enough.
The two are discussing excitedly about the troll.
…………
The next day, as Zicomo expected.
Word of his and Hermione's defeat of the trolls spread throughout the academy.
Fortunately, today is a Quidditch match, and everyone's attention has been diverted to this matter.
Otherwise, he will definitely be entangled and asked how he defeated the troll.
"Hey! Boss, I heard you beat the troll yesterday. That's really cool! Can you teach us two tricks?"
oh! He forgot about the energetic twin Weasley.
"Actually, troll brains aren't smart. You conjure something with polymorphism and smash it out."
Zicomo said in a helpless tone.
But apparently, the Weasley brothers were not satisfied with this answer.
"Boss, will you teach us two tricks?"
"Okay, this is for you."
Seeing Snape walking towards Harry in the distance, Zicomo suddenly had an idea.
Take out a manuscript from the system space recording the spell 'Fuchsia'.
This spell can levitate a person in the air.
Exactly what was described in the original book, the spell Harry's father used to humiliate Snape.
It is said that this spell was invented by Snape.
Poor Professor Snape, I don't know how much psychological damage this has done to his childhood.
Come to think of it, Hogwarts uniforms are all oversized robes.
I usually wear a suit on my body, and it doesn't really matter whether I wear clothes or not.
Even wearing only one pair of underwear is not unacceptable to British men.
After all, they have a history of macho men wearing short skirts.
If that day, when James Potter used 'Fuchsia' on Snape.
Snape was the outfit mentioned above.
After being hung upside down, the robe fell under the influence of gravity, revealing his underwear.
In case there is any pattern on it.
That would be even more socially dead.
It can be seen that Snape has a good reason for joining the Death Eaters.
Rather than escaping the wizarding world overnight,
Snape chose to kill the students who had seen him die in the first place.
Seeing the twins happily accept the manuscript, they said goodbye and left.
Zicomo prayed in his heart that Snape wouldn't run into them when they cast the spell.
Otherwise, once Snape's unpleasant memories were brought up, Zicomo couldn't save them either.
"Good luck today, Harry."
By this time Snape had walked up to Harry.
"Since you can be included in the team by exception, then you will definitely win the Quidditch match this time, right?" Snape said angrily, "Even if the opponent is Slytherin. Humph!"
After that, Snape snorted coldly and limped out of the restaurant.
Zicomo looked interesting on the side.
If this is in the second dimension, use the method of interpreting Tsundere to interpret Snape's semantics.
Was he reminding Harry to be careful when playing?
Harry obviously couldn't get it.
All his attention was on Snape's limping legs.
"No wonder he's bleeding," Harry whispered.
Of course, this voice is not much lower.
Zicomo and Hermione next to him heard him.
Only Ronald, well, Mr. Ronald is working hard. *