The sword of Gryffindor is extremely sharp.

Ogre Oil also works.

Even though he was still weak due to his age, he was still able to cut through the giant's tough skin and gouge out a whole piece of flesh, which was bloody and thrown to the ground.

The stupid thing roared, raised the stick high, and smashed it down at Harry.

The wind is whistling!

Harry rolled through the troll's crotch, and the wooden stick hit the ground where he was just now, splashing up a cloud of dust and gravel, and the floor was cracked.

"Alder!"

Harry raised his hand. Since "Axi" didn't work, he decided to change it.

However, this seal, which had the power to knock back Uncle Fenon, who weighed two hundred pounds, only made the giant stagger, and the wound on his leg was further torn, with blood gushing out.

Alder, who had always been successful, also performed poorly.

Harry gritted his teeth. He finally understood at this moment why, even though he had outstanding physical fitness, he had passed the grass test and survived the mutation so early.

But the other witchers still insisted on waiting until Harry was twenty years old before letting him travel.

Really...

The taller you are and the more flesh you have, the more advantages you will have.

"Perhaps you should run away now. Its calf is injured and it may not be able to catch up with you." The Sorting Hat suggested, "Escape is not a failure. You have already held it back."

Harry snapped, "Shut up! Hermione's still in the bathroom."

"As long as she's not dead, Madam Pomfrey can save her." The Sorting Hat continued to advise "sincerely," "The troll's attack has no magical effect."

Harry ignored it, took off his hat and threw it aside - he had not succeeded in brewing the witcher potion, and the other potions he had learned now could not support him in this battle.

The hat is useless.

"Oh, you little brat!" the Sorting Hat yelled, "Where did you leave me? This is the bathroom door."

Harry sneered: "I would like to throw you into the toilet and let you calm down - if I am not busy now."

As he said this, he raised his hand.

"Igni!"

Flames gushed out from his palms and wrapped around the giant monster like gold - this was a seal that directly released flames. When it was improved to a certain level, the firepower would be even stronger and could burn through the enemy's armor.

The giant monster roared, and its skin, entangled by the flames, became visibly fragile.

it works.

And it is very effective.

No time to think about the reason.

Harry stepped forward and slashed with an arc, slicing across the burnt area of ​​the sigil and carving off another piece of flesh.

He saw hope.

I can wear this thing down to death, or drag it over until the professor comes.

The giant monster felt pain and stomped his foot hard.

Harry rolled again and slapped his hands on the ground.

"Yarden!"

A lavender rune appeared on the ground. This rune could form a small-scale magic trap. Enemies that stepped into it would be slowed down and become sluggish.

The troll was barely affected.

Arden was useless.

Harry spat, raised his hand and waved it, a pale golden magic round shield surrounded himself - this was the Quinn Seal, forming a magical barrier to protect himself.

Crunch——

There was a sudden movement at the bathroom door, and a little otter's head poked out. The world outside was so exciting that she couldn't help but want to check it out.

At this time——

Harry's eyes widened and he cursed inwardly.

The giant monster pricked up his ears and thought with his stupid little head that the human in front of him was too slippery and he couldn't hit him at all, so he might as well bully the new human.

It turned its head towards Hermione and opened its mouth to roar.

"Get in!" Harry growled.

Hermione stared blankly at the ferocious troll that was coming towards her. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears left: "I... I can't move."

She was hungry and cried for a long time. Not only did she cry out all her emotions and tears, she also used up all her energy.

The giant monster raised the stick high and was about to smash it down -

Harry raised his hand.

"Alder!"

The seal was not aimed at the troll, but at Hermione. The powerful magic power could not move the troll, but was enough to knock Hermione away.

The door and the object flew backwards and hit the wall of the bathroom heavily.

The troll's stick fell.

Wood chips and gravel were flying everywhere. Hermione was lying there, feeling dizzy and dazed. Taking a hit from the Alder Sign was not something she could endure easily, but it was better than being hit on the head by the troll's stick.

"Harry, you're a wizard, not a warrior." The Sorting Hat, which was stepped on by the troll, muttered, "Get rid of it quickly, the damn foot odor, oh, it's so disgusting!"

Harry was startled.

The situation is urgent. The skills of a witcher are engraved in his bones, but now he has more than just the power of a witcher.

He pulled out his wand and held it in his left hand.

With a sword in his right hand, he slashed at the giant's wrist, almost cutting through the bone.

The troll was in pain - Harry took the opportunity to wave his wand, cast Transfiguration, and the stick slipped from the dirty monster's hand like silk. With another wave of the wand, it flew, entangled the troll's feet, and the other end flew into Harry's hand.

"Igni!"

The fire snake surged, wrapped around the giant monster's body, and spread towards his neck.

"Alder!"

The magic power surged and rushed towards the troll, but the effect was still weak, only causing its body to shake slightly - but this was enough. Harry gritted his teeth and pulled the wooden stick in his hand into silk.

boom--

The troll fell.

This is the best opportunity.

Harry took a big step, stepped on the troll's thigh, jumped onto the troll's back, aimed at the neck, clenched his hands, and stabbed down with the sword.

Blood gushed out like a column, splashing all over Harry's face.

The giant monster howled in pain.

There is still breath of life.

Another sword!

The troll struggled in its death throes, twisting on the ground, trying to throw Harry off, but... it was useless. Even though he was young now, he was still a witcher.

Harry kept his balance and thrust the third time.

The giant monster's life force finally drained away.

Dead.

Harry exhaled and walked to the bathroom with his sword.

The otter girl fell unconscious on the ground.

"Hermione, Hermione, wake up." Harry pushed her gently.

Hermione opened her eyes blearily: "Oh... Harry, am I... am I dead?"

"Not yet." Harry held down Hermione's head, stopping her from struggling to sit up. "Don't move now. If you move again, it will be almost over."

A shot of Alder Seal caused her considerable injuries.

Outside the corridor, footsteps hurriedly sounded, and a large group of people——

"The professor is here. You lie here and I'll go out for a while." Harry stood up.

"Oh, troll, I saw a troll!" Hermione finally woke up and screamed in panic.

Harry waved his hands: "Dead, don't worry, it's okay."

Hermione was startled, and before she could say anything else, Harry had already walked out completely.

Outside the bathroom, Ron led McGonagall, Snape and Professor Quirrell to come, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was led.

"Potter!" Professor McGonagall saw Harry and noticed that he was covered in blood. She cried out in surprise and almost couldn't catch her breath.

Snape's expression suddenly changed and he quickened his pace.

Only Quirrell, who noticed that Harry's breathing had stabilized the first time, looked past Harry and looked at the troll that had fallen behind him at the door of the bathroom, holding his heart and sobbing.

"Professor, I'm fine. I'm not even injured." Harry said gently, comforting the two professors. "This blood belongs to the troll."

Snape calmed down, looked at him carefully, and made sure that Harry was not lying. He gritted his teeth and said, "Potter, what tricks are you playing!"

“Are you addicted to being a savior?”

"Something happened at Hogwarts. There are so many professors that can't be relied upon, but you, a first-year wizard, have to step forward?"

"Are you so pushy?"

Professor McGonagall did not defend Harry. At this moment, she and Snape were on the same front, staring at him with serious, gratified, and fearful eyes.

Harry looked at Ron: "Ron, didn't you tell the professors?"

Ron shrank his neck: "Oh...that, I forgot."

"Okay." Harry sighed, "Professor, let me explain briefly. Ron and I noticed that Hermione didn't come to the dinner. Maybe it was because Ron made Hermione angry. She stayed in the bathroom on the first floor crying."

"When Professor Quirrell..." Harry glanced at Quirrell, "When Professor Quirrell said that a troll appeared in the dungeon, the first person I thought of was Hermione."

"Let Ron go inform you. I'll come and take Hermione away."

"It was just bad luck. I happened to run into a troll blocking the bathroom door, so I had to kill it."

A muffled voice sounded from under the troll's body: "Yes, I can testify to the hat."

"Now please, someone get me out of here. I really can't stand this. The troll stinks."

Professor McGonagall's face turned green as she looked at the Sorting Hat which was pinned down by the troll and soaked in blood, with only its pointed tip showing.

"Harry, this is..." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but raised her hands to her chest.

Harry had a blank expression on his face. He pulled out the hat and shook it in disgust. "It was too noisy, so I threw it away. Professor McGonagall, could you please use the cleaning spell? I haven't learned that spell yet."

Professor McGonagall was about to wave her wand.

The Sorting Hat spoke weakly, "It's no use. I am immune to spells. I can only wash it by hand. Potter, you have to do it."

Harry tutted in disgust.

"Where's Miss Granger?" Mag was stunned. She looked at the troll's corpse and her heart began to rise again. "She won't be with the troll..."

Harry shook his head. "No, she's in the bathroom, but... she might not be in good condition."

"She was hit by the troll?" Professor McGonagall's face turned pale.

Harry continued to shake his head: "No, I hit her."

Um?

Professor McGonagall was confused.

Ron thought thoughtfully - could this be Harry's habit of hitting his friends first to boost his morale before attacking the enemy?

"I was fighting the troll fiercely, and she suddenly stuck her head out to watch the fun. The troll was attracted to her and wanted to attack her." Harry explained, "Let her get out of the way, she can't move."

"I had no choice but to cast a spell to make her dodge - but I couldn't control the force."

"I briefly checked her injuries."

"My left hand was fractured and at least three ribs were broken, but luckily, my neck was not injured..."

This is called lucky?!

There had never been such a serious injury on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch.

McGonagall felt a darkness in front of her eyes. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes painfully: "Okay, okay, Mr. Potter, let me take it easy."

Snape sneered.

Ron stood behind Snape, winking at him with a worried look on his face, as if hinting at something.