Of course, no matter how much the little lions disliked Miss Otter, they never tried to bully her.

Although many people want to do this - pour ink on Miss Otter's homework, cut up her school uniform, or add some strange potions to her breakfast.

But Harry's attitude towards her did not change at all.

We still do homework together and discuss spells and potions.

It was difficult for them to do it - no, they were just treating Miss Otter as a transparent person for Harry's sake.

Hermione felt aggrieved.

She wanted to make up for it, at least to make up for the 40-point loss, so she spoke intensively in every class. It really worked. Except for Snape, every professor gave her a lot of extra points.

In one month, although they had not yet earned 40 points, they had earned more than 20 points, which made the gap between Gryffindor and the other three houses less big.

But this still did not change her situation in Gryffindor College, and it even became worse.

The little lions all put on their tinted glasses.

I sincerely believe that she is doing this on purpose.

A jerk who only cares about making the professors happy and doesn't care about the college.

Harry was busy too.

Professor Flitwick pulled him aside to discuss the Sign, and he had tried several times but failed; Professor Quirrell was unreliable, so he had to figure out Defense Against the Dark Arts on his own; and there was also Professor McGonagall's detention - it was called detention, but in the past it was just helping to mark the first years, and later it was added with the second years' homework, as well as some extracurricular tutoring.

Gryffindors can't be bad at Transfiguration.

This is tradition.

He also often went to the greenhouse to help Professor Sprout clean and tidy up, and pick some herbs by the way.

On weekends, he would occasionally visit Hagrid and hope that he would take him into the Forbidden Forest to pick up some "worthless trinkets", but Hagrid never agreed.

After a busy day, we finally had a break on Thursday, October 31st, when the first-year students celebrated their first holiday at Hogwarts - wizards do not celebrate Columbus Day.

The last class on Halloween Eve was Charms.

They began to learn the third spell after the Illumination Charm and the Unlocking Charm - the Levitation Charm.

The little lions were very enthusiastic about this - they had long been jealous of Harry's relaxed and carefree attitude as he waved his wand and made his schoolbag float up and follow behind them.

But this spell is not simple.

There are a lot of syllables, eight in total, and the gestures are somewhat complicated.

Ron swung his arms like a windmill, yelled loudly, and chanted spells, as if trying to force the feather to float up on its own in this way.

But it didn't work.

Feathers are not afraid.

"Ron, you're wrong!" Hermione said in a low voice, "The 'g' has to be pronounced! It has to be clear and long."

Ron was a little annoyed, and brought up the voice of the spell - perhaps on purpose, he had wanted to yell at Hermione like this for a long time: "You said it so well, you come!"

Hermione raised her wand: "Wingar-Dim Leviosa."

The wand waved and the feathers rose into the air.

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands. "Oh, beautiful! An excellent levitation spell. Look everyone, Miss Granger has succeeded."

"One point for Gryffindor."

But no little lion applauded her, and they all treated her coldly.

The little badgers clapped stupidly, but they realized that the atmosphere was not right. The applause only started for a moment and then gradually died down.

Until the end of get out of class.

Following Harry's instruction, Seamus finally managed to get the sixth feather airborne after blowing it up, causing him to scream with excitement - and then the feather exploded in mid-air.

And Ron...

His mentality collapsed little by little under Hermione's nagging. Originally, the feathers could still move a little, but later... he fell to the same level as Seamus.

"You obviously could have done it," Hermione complained as she packed her bag, "you were just a little short of it. The fourth time, you made the feathers move."

"But you just wouldn't listen to me. If you read it out loud, we can get another point. Seamus will get one point!"

"Harry is so outstanding that the professors are now only willing to return the points deducted by Professor Snape to him. After that, they will no longer give him extra points. We have to work hard..."

"Is that enough?" Ron gritted his teeth and slammed the table.

Hermione shuddered.

With a thud, the book in his hand fell onto the table.

"No one cares about that score, Miss Granger!" Ron gritted his teeth and uttered these words hysterically, "That point is not important at all."

"No matter how many points you get, you won't be liked by others. You should reflect on your own problems!"

"Why doesn't anyone want to be friends with you?"

“This has nothing to do with grades!”

"It's you who always talks about these irrelevant, nonsense things!"

Hermione's nose twitched and tears welled up. She picked up her schoolbag, pushed through the crowd and ran outside.

Ron opened his mouth, looked at her back, and suddenly felt a little regretful.

"Your words are a bit too harsh." Harry helped him speak out his thoughts.

"No, she needs someone to point out the problem to her and then reflect on it." You can say what's in your heart, but it can't be said by others. Ron immediately hardened his mouth.

Harry laughed: "Maybe, but I think you'd better apologize to her later."

"She just doesn't understand it yet, and is making up for it in her own way."

Ron curled his lips and lowered his head, somewhat reluctantly: "Oh, maybe you are right."

But once Hermione left, she was never seen again.

She was not there in the next flying class, and when the class was over, I went to the hall. Hogwarts was in a festive mood, with dinner being prepared and preparations being made for Halloween night, but she was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron poked his head out, looking for someone. He had spent the entire flying lesson preparing for the lesson, and it seemed like his hard work couldn't be in vain. How could he get the words out if he couldn't see anyone?

"have no idea."

“I didn’t notice.”

The other little lions shook their heads.

Lavender responded eagerly, "Just now during class, I went to the bathroom and she seemed to be there."

It's a bit embarrassing.

Ron couldn't go over either. He ate two pumpkin pies with grunts. When he picked up the third one, he turned to look at Harry and asked, "Should we bring her something to eat?"

"I mean Hermione."

Harry peeled his potatoes, nodded, and was about to speak.

With a clang——

The door to the hall was violently opened, and Professor Quirrell came crawling in. He ran to Dumbledore and exclaimed in panic: "Troll! It escaped from the dungeon - I thought you knew."

And with that, his head flopped down onto the table, tilting slightly to avoid diving into the cream of mushroom soup.

The auditorium was in chaos.

Dumbledore raised his wand and shot out two balls of purple fireworks: "Okay, be quiet."

"Prefect, take the students from your house back."

Percy immediately stood up, tiptoed, and raised his hand high: "Senior students, please make way. Let the freshmen and junior students go first and follow me closely..."

"Harry, let's..." Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him, ready to follow Percy.

Harry shook off his hand: "Go tell the professor that Hermione might encounter a troll in the bathroom on the first floor."

"She? How could that be?" Ron was stunned, a little confused.

"There's no time to explain." Harry pushed Ron, stuffed half a peeled potato into his mouth, and ran to the bathroom with the Sorting Hat in his pocket.

The demon hunter's many years of experience in wind and rain enable him to string all the details together in the shortest time and make relatively correct judgments.

Lavender said she saw Hermione in the bathroom.

The last class is flying class, which is held at the Quidditch field. There is no bathroom there, so if you need one, you can only go back to the castle.

The bathroom on the first floor was the closest, there was no need to go far, Hermione was most likely there.

If the troll had simply lost control and destroyed the underground classroom, it would have been nothing more than heartbreaking for Slytherin and Hufflepuff - their common rooms were all in the underground floor.

But this is different.

That Quirrell was acting. He might have released the troll. Was it for the purpose of attacking? Or was it just for fun? Whatever the reason, he probably wanted to make as much noise as possible.

The basement is too small to cause any big commotion.

Harry reached into the Sorting Hat, pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor, and took out a bottle of sword oil - ogre oil.

Thank God.

The demon hunter's good habits prevented him from panicking at times like this.

He applied sword oil carefully as he ran.

The Sorting Hat suddenly said, "Oh, are you going to fight the troll alone?"

"If I meet Hermione and the troll, I'll have to do it," Harry answered.

"But you are just a first-year wizard." The Sorting Hat said again.

Harry nodded, "Of course, I know, so I asked Ron to inform the professor."

"One blow from the troll will kill you." The Sorting Hat showed wrinkles and frowned. "It is a very dangerous creature."

"Gryffindor once encountered a forest troll, and it took a lot of effort to kill it."

"Hmm, so what?" Harry was unmoved. "Are you going to tell me about your weaknesses other than books? Something besides your neck?"

The Sorting Hat was startled and raised its voice: "I'm talking about danger!"

Harry ignored it. He had already run to the classroom corridor. The situation was not good. The smell of the troll and Hermione mixed together, which slowed him down.

"Why, you want to back down?" The Sorting Hat continued to yell, "Facing the troll, the little wizard backing down is not a failure, it can even be said to be a wise choice."

"That Miss Granger may not be in any danger..."

Harry shook his head and quickened his pace, "No, I'm afraid Hermione is about to run into the troll."

"Besides, there's no need to test me."

"Even if you're a hat, I can still hear what you're thinking."

“I’ve made my choice and I won’t change it.”

The Sorting Hat stopped talking.

Harry stopped talking and raised his sword. He saw a troll. It had gray-brown skin, covered with dead leaves and mud, and held a nearly two-meter-long wooden stick in its hand.

The head is very small, and the neck is almost invisible in the wrinkled fat of the head.

It is the most powerful mountain monster among all the monsters.

"Axil!"

Harry raised his hands and cast a seal.

The giant monster's movements are laggy.

Good opportunity!

Harry raised his sword high and slashed at the troll's legs - he was too short now, and it would be difficult to hit the neck even if he jumped up.

The troll awoke quicker than Harry had expected.

He truly understood what was said in the book - trolls usually have a high resistance to spells.

The awakening time is even similar to Professor McGonagall's.

The troll was also more agile than Harry had expected - it was dumb, but that was in its brains, not its body.

It took a quick step and turned around, and the sword only hit its right calf.