Professor Flitwick gave him a task, to help him set up the Halloween party.
“We need to clean all these armors.” Professor Flitwick pointed at the armors around him.
Harry kept cleaning the armors behind him, using his wand.
“We need to put this up there.”
“Wingardium Leviosa.”
“I think these dolls would dance better.”
“Tarantella.”
Harry followed Professor Flitwick, spells flew out from his wand, making many people gasp, is this really their first-year student?
Although these were low-level magic, the feeling of spells flying all over the place gave people a visual impact.
After Professor Flitwick was satisfied, he gave Harry 2 points and left slowly.
Harry walked to the Gryffindor table.
He pointed his wand at the giant pumpkin in front.
Then the pumpkin sprayed out a huge red phantom, a lion appeared, roaring silently.
“Beautiful Transfiguration spell.” A voice came from the side, Harry looked over.
“Professor McGonagall.” Harry greeted with a smile.
“Harry, through this phantom, you can see that you've made great progress in Transfiguration.” Professor McGonagall said with a smile.
“Thanks to your teachings.” Harry said humbly, lowering his head.
“It's also your own hard work. For this outstanding Transfiguration spell, Gryffindor gets 5 points.” Professor McGonagall said confidently.
Soon, the Halloween preparations began.
But Hermione was nowhere to be seen.
This made Ron feel a little uncomfortable.
He had thought about what to say all afternoon.
Now he couldn't find anyone to talk to.
“Where is Hermione.” Ron asked left and right.
“Haven't seen her.”
“Didn't pay attention.”
The little lions shook their heads.
Parvati said from the side, “I saw her crying in the bathroom, she’s been crying all afternoon.”
Ron's expression was a little awkward.
Harry said, “Leave some food for her.”
Ron took a plate and filled it with food.
Just as everyone was happily having their meal.
The door was violently pushed open.
With a “bang”, everyone’s attention was drawn to him.
Professor Quirrell stumbled in.
Everyone’s eyes were on him.
“There’s a troll! In the dungeon, I think you should know.” Then he fainted in the corridor.
Harry was dumbfounded.
A Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a specialist who taught how to defend against trolls, was scared unconscious by a troll.
How much did you not want to act?
Did you not have a brain, or did you think everyone else didn't have a brain?
After a brief silence, the hall was in an uproar.
“Quiet.” Dumbledore used his booming voice, echoing throughout the hall.
“Prefects, take your students back to their dormitories.”
With Dumbledore's command, the students below seemed to have a backbone, instantly calmed down, following their prefects back to their dormitories.
Oh yes, there is the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world here, what are we afraid of a troll for?
It’s like the King of the Mountain came, we wouldn't be afraid either.
Well, we are a little afraid.
Harry frowned, feeling something was wrong, Quirrell went to so much trouble to bring the troll in, it couldn't be just to make trouble in the dungeon, that wouldn't have any impact.
Even if it was for destruction, it was Slytherin and Hufflepuff's dorms that were destroyed.
Only by going up to the ground floor could it cause an impact.
Harry glanced at Dumbledore, wondering if this Headmaster had rocks in his head, just gather all the students here, then let a few professors go, wouldn't that solve the problem?
He was letting the students disperse, what if they met a troll on the way, what would happen then.
Harry's evaluation of this was, he has some brains, but not much.
“Oh no, Hermione.” Ron exclaimed.
“Hermione is still in the bathroom, Harry.” Ron said to Harry.
“I knew it.” Harry nodded, a spark of fire flashing in his eyes.
This might be a good chance to kill a magical creature in broad daylight.
The head is mine, no one can take it away!
“Go tell Professor McGonagall, I'm going to the bathroom to find Hermione.” Harry said to Ron.
“Okay, okay.” Ron nodded quickly.
Harry rushed towards the bathroom, afraid that he’d be too slow and the troll would be taken by the professors.
“Attack Speed Up.” Add BUFF to himself.
First-floor bathroom.
Hermione’s eyes were swollen, she was wiping away tears with her head down when she came out of the bathroom, but when she walked out, she saw a huge shadow.
A foul smell hit her nose.
She stiffened her neck and slowly raised her head, a mountain troll came into view, it lowered its head and looked at the little girl in confusion.
“Ah…” Hermione screamed, her face turned pale with fright.
“Hmm?” The troll was startled by Hermione's sudden scream, it roared angrily and raised its giant club, ready to smash it down on Hermione.
“Slow Down, Attack Speed Up.” A voice came from behind the troll.
The troll’s movements slowed down.
“Get out of the way, Hermione.”
Hermione managed to roll to the side and dodge the troll’s attack.
“My legs are weak.” Hermione said to Harry loudly.
Although she was sped up with a BUFF, she couldn’t run now.
“Magic Sword.” Harry nodded, a lightning-infused small sword instantly condensed in his left hand, which Harry shot out.
“Aw…” The troll felt a stinging pain, it turned its head and glared at Harry.
Only then did Harry see its appearance clearly.
It was about twelve feet tall, at least twice the size of Hagrid, probably weighing over a ton.
Its skin was dull and lifeless, grayish like granite, its huge body was topped with a small, bald head like a coconut.
Harry looked at the place where it was just hit by the Magic Sword, only a black mark was left, the skin didn’t even break.
“Magic Resistance is so high.” Harry’s heart sank.
Although he knew the troll’s skin had magic resistance, the book said, it was quite high.
How high was "quite high"?
Now it seems, it’s about the same as the stone man in the game.
Of course, the damage wasn’t high, it’s also because Harry’s current Strength attribute was too weak.
If his Strength attribute reached 20 points, even if it had a high magic resistance, one Magic Sword would be enough to kill it.
Harry drew out his wand.
Strength was boosted.
He could do more than just magic from the game now!
Harry waved his wand, the stones that were smashed by the troll instantly turned into two stone chains, automatically binding the troll’s hands tightly.
“Hmm?” The troll looked at its hands in confusion, wondering why they were suddenly bound.
Taking advantage of the troll’s stupidity, Harry quickly ran to Hermione and directly pulled her away.
There wasn’t time to hug her, pulling was faster, even though the ground was full of rubble, it would be painful.
But obviously there wasn’t time to care about that now.
With Hermione there, he couldn’t go all out.
He threw Hermione out of the bathroom and Harry pointed his wand at the troll.
“Magic Sword.” A lightning small sword condensed at the tip of the wand, and it was released directly at its face.
Damn, you have magic resistance on your skin, I don't believe your eyes do.
With the power of the wand enhanced, this lightning small sword was even stronger.
“Aw…” The troll's eyes were blinded, the intense pain caused it to break free from the stone chains instantly.
Its already limited intelligence completely disappeared, all its actions were controlled by its body.
It picked up its club and was about to swing at Harry, but because of the Slow Down spell, its movements were slow, Harry watched the farce with a relaxed expression.
In the game, although Slow Down was only a level one spell, it was definitely a godly skill in terms of control.
The enemy’s speed was halved, as long as you bring along a unit with full attack, how comfortable it would be.
Mountain trolls were not without weaknesses.
There was a very soft patch of skin on its neck, underneath was its spinal cord.
“Magic Sword.” Harry raised his wand, releasing magic towards that direction.