The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Loren had mastered the spell and looked at the feathers boredly.

He was thinking about the plot. Quirrell would introduce the troll into the castle tonight, but Hermione probably wouldn't go to the toilet.

Hermione and everyone are now considered friends, and everyone has adapted to Hermione's pointing, and it will be over after a while, and no one will care about it. So Hermione wouldn't be so angry that she would hide in the bathroom and cry, and no one would be in danger at night.

Hermione, who was being chanted, was facing the feather teaching aid with a serious face. She had previewed this spell before, but failed.

She followed Professor Flitwick's instructions sternly, and within a few moments, her feathers began to tremble.

Ron gave up after trying a few times. His wand was too old and it depended on luck whether he could cast the spell. Obviously, bad luck today.

Hermione had let her feathers fly, and Professor Flitwick gave Gryffindor five points for it.

Hermione wanted to give Ron some experience, "It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Wingardium Leviosa."

"Of course! I'll pay attention next time." Ron didn't want everyone to notice his wand, so he changed the topic, "Maybe you should look at other people."

Loren didn't want the two to conflict, and tried to make Hermione understand that it was not Ron's problem, "Ron's wand was dragging him down, and it was not a problem with the spell or movement."

Hermione looked at Ron's wand with its unicorn tail hair core exposed, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't notice your wand."

"No, it's okay." Ron felt uncomfortable, feeling inferior. He wanted people to think that he was not casting according to the rules, rather than to notice his wand.

All Ron's things were used by his brother at home. There were no new clothes, no new textbooks, no wands of his own, and even the pets were leftovers from Percy.

It was fine when I was at home, and I just came here laughing and joking. He never blamed his parents. It was not their fault. His parents had tried their best to maintain life at home. He could feel the love from his parents in every aspect of his life.

After arriving at school, the ubiquitous comparison with his classmates became a thorn in his heart.

From the first time I bought snacks on the train, that emotion appeared for the first time and took root in my heart. At that time, I could comfort myself - this was the famous Harry Potter, and being rich was normal.

Later I discovered that it was not that my classmates were too rich, but that my family was too poor. As a pure-blood family, it is even more difficult than Muggle children.

Compared with his brother, he also seems mediocre.

Bill's grades are excellent, Charlie is the Quidditch captain and a prefect, Percy is also a prefect, and even the twins have good grades. Although they are naughty, many professors like them very much.

He also wanted to study hard before enrolling so as not to embarrass the name Weasley. However, in a magic school, the wand problem puts him in a difficult position.

He is always mischievous and makes jokes just to cover up his inferiority complex.

Ron knew his friends wouldn't care, but he couldn't help but think about it. I can't tell others my bitter thoughts, I can't tell my parents, I can't tell my brother, I can't even speak to my friends, I can only hold it in.

Seamus was still trying on the feathers. He noticed that Ron was a little depressed and thought it was because of the failure of the spell. Seamus encouraged: "Hey! Brother, cheer up. Look at me, it will work this time."

After saying that, he chanted the spell loudly towards the feathers and pointed hard: "[Yingadim Leviosa]"

boom!

Seamus' talent worked again. The feathers exploded, turning Seamus' face black. Ron's face also turned black.

The students around him laughed out loud, and Ron's mood worsened.

…

During the Halloween dinner, the ceiling was enchanted by the professors, dark clouds filled the castle, and lightning thundered. Set against the suspended pumpkin lanterns in the air, it creates a very scary atmosphere.

On the table, there are lemon wave candy, cream chocolate balls, roast lamb, fried steak, fried sausages, and all kinds of pumpkins!

After smelling the aroma of pumpkin all day, I finally tasted it. Loren scooped up a spoonful of stewed pumpkin and put the whole spoonful into his mouth. Juice oozed from the sweet pumpkin flesh and melted in one sip.

While eating, Neville talked about what happened in the Charms class, "I think Professor Flitwick is the best professor."

Everyone was busy eating, and no one refuted his point.

Seamus stuffed the whole chicken leg into his mouth, which was Ron's favorite thing to do in the past, and he wanted to compete with Ron.

Looking around, Seamus found that there was no sign of Ron on the entire long table. He took out the chicken legs and said vaguely: "Have you seen Ron?"

Harry said: "He said he didn't feel very well and went to the toilet, so he asked me to go first." After a pause, he added, "I think he hasn't been happy since the beginning of the Charms class, and he didn't have much energy when playing in the afternoon. .”

Loren's eating hand froze, no way.

boom!

Quirrell pushed open the door of the restaurant, ran in in a panic, stood in the middle of the restaurant and shouted:

"Troll! In the basement!"

"There's a troll in the basement!"

"..."

No one heard the last sentence clearly, and Quirrell fainted.

"ah!"

Screams rang out, the students exploded, and the first-year students began to run around.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore said [with a loud voice] and arranged for the prefects to take the students from their respective houses back first. He organized the professors to check the situation.

Loren wanted to go to Dumbledore to explain the situation, but the restaurant was so crowded that it was impossible to get through. Everyone rushed to the door. People from the four colleges mingled together and pushed him to the main entrance along with the flow of people.

Dumbledore and the professors had already left through the side doors on both sides of the guest seat.

Walking out of the restaurant door, the crowd dispersed. People from each college gathered together and headed to their respective dormitories under the leadership of their prefects.

Loren and Harry looked at each other and reached a consensus that they still had to find Ron.

Loren knew that Ron would definitely encounter a troll, but Harry thought that Ron didn't know about it yet and had to inform him.

Loren wanted to leave some backup, so he stopped Seamus and Neville, "You guys went to find the professor, so we went to the toilet to find Ron!"

"Okay!" Seamus and Neville didn't want to follow and cause trouble.

Loren and Harry quickly headed towards the toilet.

Hermione looked at the two figures walking away, stretched out her hand, held her wand, and followed them.

Passing the corner, Harry heard footsteps. He looked up and saw a green cloak disappearing up the stairs.

It was Slytherin clothing, only Snape would wear it.

Harry wondered in his heart, why didn't Professor Snape join the other professors?

Before she had time to think about it, Hermione caught up with them and said seriously: "I'm with you. I made Ron feel bad in Charms class. It's not a friendly act to point fingers at others."

Harry had no sense of urgency. He thought he was just going to the toilet to call Ron, "It's okay. The troll is in the basement. Seamus and the others also notified the professor. There won't be any danger."

"When the professor arrives, I'm afraid Ron will be digested." Loren was in a hurry and planned to rush to the toilet before the troll and try not to run into it head-on.

Loren already knew many magical creatures. The giant monster has thick skin, high magic resistance and great strength. It is difficult for several adult wizards to deal with it. There is no chance for these little losers to win.

At least for now, the scene in the movie where you use the levitating curse to seize the giant monster's stick and knock it out is no different from when you are facing a tiger and use a sliding shovel to knock it away.