Before dawn the next day, Bunce was woken up by Harry and Ron.
"Can you guys stop? What time is it now? Do you still want me to sleep?”Bangs complained.
"I'm telling you, Harry and I both had a wonderful adventure yesterday. The specific content was like this…That way…" said Ron, beaming with panda eyes.
"Yeah, just like Ron said. Also, we found out that the three-headed dog was guarding something, and Ron and I guessed that Gringotts had been robbed some time ago, and that it might have been moved here.”said Harry excitedly, his eyes glowing.
"He's either not particularly precious or extremely dangerous.”said Ron.
"Or both." said Harry.
"You guys continue. I still need to lie down for a while. Don't disturb me.”Bance said angrily.
Neville and Hermione did not seem interested in what was hidden under the dog or the trapdoor. Neville prayed that he would never go near the big dog again.
Because of the incident with the big dog, Hermione was no longer talking to the three of them. She had always been self-righteous and liked to give orders, so they thought it was a good thing. Harry and Ron, the two clowns, were desperate to get revenge on Malfoy. Bunce himself thought it would be better to beat the guy up when he caught him alone, but the merciful Harry rejected such a cruel idea.
As the owls swarmed into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to the long, thin bundle carried by six long-eared owls. Then several owls swooped down right in front of Harry, knocking his bacon over. It had just flapped its wings and flew away when another owl came with a letter and threw it on top of the package.
"Congratulations on your new broom," Bangs said as he ate his bread.
Harry, who had just finished reading the letter, handed it to Ron and asked,"How did you know?"
"Nimbus 2000!" said Ron admiringly."I haven't even touched it.”
"It's just a broom. When you have money, you can buy anything you want.”Bangs comforted.
"Harry, let's go unwrap it, Bunce, you coming?”said Ron excitedly.
"Come on, before the first class starts.”said Harry excitedly.
They hurried out of the hall, looking for an isolated place to unwrap their packages and get their broomsticks. But as they crossed the entrance hall, they found their way upstairs blocked by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy tried to snatch Harry's broom from him, but Bunce punched him in the face, causing blood to spurt out of his nose.
"You actually hit me?" said Malfoy, clutching his bleeding nose.
"I've long disliked you. I'll beat you up.”Bangs stepped forward and punched again." What are you two standing there for? Go on."
It was too late, just as Bangs and the others were having fun fighting. Professor Flitwick appeared.
"I hope you're not fighting, boys?”he shrieked.
"No, Professor, we were just playing.”Bangs said as he rubbed his slightly swollen fist.
"Professor, he hit me. Look, my nose is broken.”Malfoy complained.
"Well, Gryffindor took five points off for hitting someone.”said Professor Flitwick.
"It was Malfoy who took my broom before Bunce did it.”said Harry, straightening his eyes.
"Five points from Slytherin, too.”said Professor Flitwick.
"But Professor, someone's sent Potter a broomstick.”said Malfoy defiantly.
"Yes, yes." said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry. "Professor McGonagall told me all about the peculiarities of the situation, Potter. What model is it?"
"Nimbus Two Thousand, sir." said Harry. He fought to keep from laughing at the look of horror on Malfoy's face. "I owe it to Malfoy here.”he added.
Bang Si and the others went upstairs. They had to stifle their laughter when they saw that Malfoy's face, which was now swollen like a steamed bun, was slightly bloodshot.
"You're really ruthless, Bangs," said Ron, stroking the part where he had been hit.
"You too. Goyle's teeth seem to have been broken.”Bangs said with a smile.
"I'm telling the truth, you know," said Harry, smiling, rubbing his slightly swollen cheek as they reached the top of the marble staircase."If he hadn't stolen Neville's marbles, I wouldn't have been on the team."
"So you think this is a reward for breaking the school rules?”An angry voice came from behind them. Hermione came up the stairs sullenly, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harry's hand.
"I thought you weren't going to talk to us.”said Harry.
"Yeah, not now," said Ron."It makes us feel good.”
"Indeed." Bangsi said firmly.
Hermione strode away, her nose in the air.
They woke up early in the morning on Valentine's Day to the sweet and alluring smell of roasted pumpkin in the corridor. To make things even better, Professor Flitwick had announced in his magic class that he thought they could start making things fly. The class had been dying to learn this spell ever since they had seen Professor Flitwick sending Neville's toad flying around the classroom. Professor Flitwick divided the class into pairs and began to train. Bunce's partner was Harry, and Ron was working with Hermione Granger. It was hard to tell who was angrier about this, Ron or Hermione. Hermione hadn't spoken to them since Harry had gotten his broomstick.
"Now, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been practicing!”squeaked Professor Flitwick, standing as usual on his pile of books. "Wave and shake. Remember, wave and shake. It was also important to get the incantation right-don't forget Wizard Barufio, who had pronounced the 'f' as the's 'and found himself lying on the floor with a bison on his chest.”
It was not easy to do. Bunce and Harry tried again and again, waving and shaking, but the feather they were supposed to send into the air lay motionless on the table.
Ron, at the other table, did not seem to have much better luck.
"Wingardim Leviosa!" he shouted, waving his long arms like a windmill.
"You're wrong," Bunce heard Hermione say sharply."It's Winga-Dimle Viosa, and you need to say the word long and clear.”
"Since you're so smart, why don't you try?”snarled Ron.
Hermione rolled up her sleeves, waved her wand, and said,"Wingardim Leviosa!"
Their feather rose from the table and floated about four feet above their heads.
"Oh, well done!" shouted Professor Flitwick, clapping his hands."Look, everybody, Miss Granger's done it!”
Ron was in a foul mood by the end of the lesson.
"No wonder everyone can't stand her," he said to Bunce as they struggled through the crowded corridors."She's like a nightmare, really.”
Someone bumped into Bunce and hurried past them. It was Hermione, and Bunce noticed that her face was streaked with tears.
"I think she heard what you said.”said Harry.
"So what?" said Ron, but he looked a little uneasy. "She must have noticed that she doesn't have any friends.”
"But I thought I caught her crying just now.”said Harry.
"I saw it too, Ron, do as you see fit.”Bangs said with a smile.
Hermione didn't show up for the next lesson and was nowhere to be seen all afternoon. Bangs and the other two were heading down to the dining room for the party on the eve of the festival when they overheard Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the ladies 'room and wouldn't let anyone comfort her. Ron looked even more uncomfortable at this. A moment later, however, they had forgotten Hermione as soon as they entered the dining room and saw the colorful halloween decorations.
A thousand bats fluttered over the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more hovered like low clouds over the table, flickering the candles in the pumpkin bellies. Delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the banquet at the beginning of the term.
Bunce was eating barbecue when Professor Quirrell suddenly burst into the dining room, his large scarf askew over his head, his face full of horror. All eyes were on him as he walked over to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned over the table, and panted,"The troll-in the dungeons-thought you should know.”
With that, he fell to the floor and fainted.
The dining room was in chaos. Professor Dumbledore had to make a few loud fireworks explode from the tip of his wand before everyone quieted down.
"Prefects," he said in a low voice,"lead your House students to their dormitories at once!”
Percy, of course, was very familiar with it.
"Follow me! Don't get lost, first years! As long as you listen to my orders, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls! Alright, follow me closely. Get out of the way, the first years are about to pass! Forgive me, I'm a prefect!"
"How did the troll get in here?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.
"Someone let me in." Bance said.
"Don't ask me, trolls are supposed to be weirdly stupid, like Bunce said, maybe Peeves let him in, to add a little bit of fun to the night?”Ron speculated.
On the way, they met some people rushing in different directions. Harry seized Bunce's arm as they struggled through a crowd of bemused Hufflepuffs.
"I just remembered-Hermione,"
"What happened to her?"
"She doesn't know about the troll yet,"
Ron bit his lip.
"All right," he said firmly,"but it'd be best if Percy didn't see us.”
They ducked down, mingled with the Hufflepuffs, and headed off in another direction. They slipped quietly through the empty side corridor and hurried toward the ladies 'room. Just as he turned the corner, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Percy!" said Ron in a low voice, following Bunce and Harry behind a large stone statue.
They peered over the stone, only to see that it was Snape, not Percy. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from their sight.
"What is he doing?" Harry whispered."Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the other teachers?”
"How would I know!"
"Don't ask me, you have to ask yourself.”
They followed Snape's receding footsteps and crept along another corridor, trying not to make a sound.
"He's heading towards the third floor." said Harry, but Ron raised his hand.
"Can you smell anything?" said Ron, pinching his nose.
"Do you want a stuffy nose?" asked Bangs.
"You're really well-prepared." said Harry, looking into Bunce's face, both of which had their noses stuffed.
"That's for sure, trolls, they stink.”said Bunce, as he took out four snuff-noses.
There was a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground. At the end of a passage on the left, Ron noticed, something enormous was moving toward them. They shrank back into the shadows and watched it drift away into the moonlight.
The scene was extremely terrifying. It was twelve feet tall, its skin dull and as gray as granite, and its massive, unwieldy body was like an enormous mound of dirt, with a tiny head that looked like a cacao bean on top. Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and beneath them were flat, callused feet. The smell coming from it was nauseating even with a stuffy nose. It held a thick wooden stick in its hand. Because its arm was very long, the wooden stick was dragged on the ground. The troll was leaning against a door, peering in. It wiggled its long ears and made a decision with its little head. Then it lowered its head and slowly crawled into the room.
"The key's in the lock," said Harry."We can lock it inside.”
"Good idea." said Ron nervously.
"You will regret it." Bance said.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Don't listen to him. He's always going against us.”said Ron disdainfully.
Harry and Ron sidled toward the open door, and with a great leap, Harry seized the key, slammed the door shut, and locked it.
"Success!" said Ron excitedly.
"Not necessarily." Bangs said, leaning against the wall.
At that moment, a sharp, terrified voice came from the room they had just locked.
"Oh no," said Ron, who was ghostly white.
"That's the women's toilet!" said Harry bitterly.
"You regret it now, right?" Bance said.
"How did you know?" asked Ron.
"Don't worry about that. Let's go save them first.”Harry took Ron's hand and ran to the door, clumsily turned the key, pushed it open, and rushed inside.
Bangs entered to find Hermione Granger huddled against the opposite wall, looking as though she might faint at any moment. The troll was closing in on her, pulling the sink away from the wall as it moved.
"Do something, Harry," said Ron anxiously.
"Confuse it!" said Harry desperately to Ron, snatching a tap from the ground and hurling it at the wall.
The troll stopped a few paces from Hermione. It turned clumsily, blinking foolishly to see what was making the noise. Its ugly little eyes caught sight of Harry, and it hesitated for a moment, then moved toward him, raising its club.
"Dizzy." Bunce shouted at the troll, raising his wand.
The troll swayed on the spot and fell face-first onto the floor with a thud that shook the room.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched in amazement as Bunce calmly put his wand back into his robes, looking as if he were doing something as simple as eating.
Hermione spoke first at last.
"Is it dead?"
"No, it's just a Stunning Charm.”Bangs said calmly.
"How did you do it?" asked Ron.
"With a wand. You've just seen the steps.”Bangs replied.
"How could it be, even Hermione, the best of them, couldn't do anything about it.”said Harry incredulously.
"Anything is possible." Bangs said, baffled.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang on the door and loud footsteps. All four people in the room were carried out. A moment later, Professor McGonagall had burst into the room, followed by Snape and Quirrell at the back. Quirrell only glanced at the troll before he let out a feeble sob and sat down on a toilet bowl, clutching his chest.
Snape bent down to look at the troll. Professor McGonagall looked at Bunce and the others, her lips white.
"What kind of trick are you playing?”said Professor McGonagall, and there was a clear note of cold anger in her voice. "You're lucky that it didn't kill you. Why didn't you just stay in the dormitory?”
Snape gave them a quick glance.
At this moment, a low voice came from the shadows.
"Please don't, Professor McGonagall-they're looking for me.”
"Miss Granger!"
Hermione struggled to her feet at last.
"I came looking for the troll because I-I thought I could handle it alone-you know, because I've read about them and I know them.”
"If that's the case," said Professor McGonagall, staring at them,"Miss Granger, you silly girl, how could you think you were going to deal with a mountain of trolls by yourself?”
Hermione hung her head.
"Miss Granger, Gryffindor will lose five points for this," said Professor McGonagall."I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get back to Gryffindor Castle. The students were all enjoying a halloween dinner in their own house common rooms.”
Hermione left.
Professor McGonagall turned to Bunce and the others.
"Well, I'd still say you're lucky that very few first years can take on a full-grown troll. You've each won five points for Gryffindor, and I'll let Professor Dumbledore know. You may go.”
They hurried out of the room and ascended two flights of stairs without a word. They were relieved that they could no longer smell the stench of the troll.
"We should have won more than fifteen points.”Ron grumbled.
"Ten points, including the points taken off Hermione.”
"Hermione's so nice, she stepped up and got us out of trouble.”Ron admitted."But don't forget we did save her.”
"If we'd listened to Bunce, she might not have needed saving at all.”Harry reminded him.
"That's true." said Ron honestly.
They came to the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Pig nose." They said the password and went in.
The common room was crowded and noisy. Everyone was eating the food that was delivered. Hermione was standing alone at the door, waiting for them. For a moment, the four of them were embarrassed except for Bance. Then, with the exception of Bunce, they all said 'thank you' and hurried off to their plates.
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger was their friend. When you and someone have experienced something big together, you can't help but feel good about each other. Knocking out a twelve-foot-tall troll is one such event.
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