Harry Potter: Glory of the King

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," Ron couldn't help complaining to Harry after class, as they were struggling through the crowded corridors. "To be honest, she was like a nightmare."

Harry was a little embarrassed-he and Ona's sister and brother, Hermione had met very early, although they had trouble with Hermione because of the midnight duel, but in the face of Ona, especially Glory, he was very happy Min's resentment is not big.

"If it weren't for Glory, she wouldn't have a friend!" Ron still didn't mean to stop.

Someone ran into Harry and hurried past them. It was Hermione. Harry caught a glimpse of her face-an angry expression.

"I think she heard you."

"So what?" Ron was a little uneasy. He saw Glory chasing after him, and he didn't forget to look back at them-as for Ona, he was a little expressionless.

In the transformation class, Hermione seemed to be back to normal again, but even Glory didn't want to see them. The two boys were a little absent-minded, and Professor McGonagall gave him a slap in the face.

After the flight class in the afternoon, everyone returned to the dormitory to put things away and went downstairs to the Halloween banquet. When they walked into the auditorium and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, they immediately forgot their unhappiness.

A thousand bats flew sharply on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand, like low clouds, hovered and danced above the dining table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin belly to flicker. The delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like the banquet at the beginning of school.

Hermione clutched her belly, looking a little uncomfortable, and then Glory accompanied her to the bathroom. Ona frowned and got up and followed. Not long after they left, while everyone was still enjoying the food, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium, his big scarf slanted on his head and his face Full of horror. Everyone stared at him, and saw him walk up to Professor Dumbledore’s chair, leaned on the table, panted and said, "The troll—in the underground classroom—thinks you should know."

After speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out. Apart from Ona, no one noticed Professor Quirrell's sudden fluent speech, because at this moment the auditorium had been messed up by the news.

Professor Dumbledore had to make purple fireworks explode from his wand a few times before everyone was quiet.

"Premier," he said in a low voice, "take the students from the colleges to the dormitory immediately!"

Percy is naturally familiar: "Come with me! Don't go away, first-year students! As long as you listen to my orders, you don't have to be afraid of giant monsters! Okay, follow me closely. Let me, first-year students Go over! Please forgive me, I am the prefect!"

"How can the troll get in?" Harry asked as they went up the stairs.

"Don't ask me, trolls should be stupid," Ron said. "Perhaps Pippi put it in to add a bit of fun on Halloween."

On the way, they encountered some crowds rushing in different directions. When they struggled to squeeze through a bunch of Hufflepuff College students looking confused, Harry grabbed Ron's arm abruptly: "I just remembered--Ona them!"

"What's the matter with them?" Ron looked puzzled.

"They went to the bathroom! They don't know about the trolls yet!" Harry said quickly.

Ron bit his lip. "Oh, okay," he said decisively, "but it's better not to let Percy see us."

They buried themselves, mixed in the crowd of Hufflepuff, and walked in the other direction. They slipped quietly through an empty side corridor and hurried to the women's toilet. As soon as they turned the corner, they heard rapid footsteps behind them.

"Percy!" Ron said in a low voice, pulling Harry to hide behind a large stone sculpture of a lion and eagle.

They looked from behind the stone carving, only to find that it was not Percy, but Snape. He walked through the corridor and disappeared from their sight.

"What is he doing?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Why didn't he go with the other teachers to deal with the trolls?"

"How do I know?" Ron rolled his eyes.

They followed. "He is walking towards the fourth floor." Harry said, but Ron raised his hand.

"Can you smell anything?" Ron clutched his nose.

Harry smelled it too, it was a mixture of stinky socks and public toilets that had never been cleaned. Then they heard a low mumble and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground. At the end of the passage on the left, a huge monster was moving towards them. They quickly retreated to the dark, watching it slowly into the moonlight.

The scene was terrifying. It was twelve feet tall, its skin was dull and gray as granite, and its large and stupid body was like a huge pile of mud, with a cocoa bean-like head on top. Its short legs are as thick as a tree stump, and underneath are its flat, thick, callused feet. The smell that emanates from its body is disgusting. It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because of its long arms, the stick was dragging on the ground.

And what made Harry and the others almost called out was the man with his back facing them and facing the troll-they recognized it at a glance, it was Ona.

The troll looked curiously at the little bit in front of him, and Ona didn't care, but gently closed the door beside him, locked the door with the key, and then put the key away.

This is a mountain monster. Ona stared at him closely, and the wand in his hand pointed steadily at the big man: "There are many obstacles!"

Harry and Ron almost didn't bite their tongues-they didn't expect that Ona was still in the mood to face the troll after locking the door, and attacked!

Magic didn't seem to have much effect, but instead angered the trolls.

It roared, and dragged the stick towards Ona. The magic might have delayed his footsteps. Ona didn't care, and the wand in his right hand: "All petrification!" At the same time, the left hand raised, the medicine bottle and a black one. The chess pieces flew out.

The slow potion and the black chess pieces landed, the skin of the giant monster was stained with the potion, faintly green, and the black chess pieces fell on the ground, glowing with gloom.

The troll was originally slow enough, but now it is even more clumsy, and it didn't think much-it couldn't figure out anything with its head anyway. Ona did not stop attacking, punched out with a punch with his left hand, and then a white chess piece shot at the head of the monster like a bullet. The black chess piece on the floor also jumped up, and finally the two chess pieces collided together. There was an explosion! However, because the two chess pieces were attracted to each other, the final explosion occurred on the troll's waist, just injuring its hand, and the wooden stick in its hand fell on the ground.

"How did he do it!?" Harry and Ron watched this scene in disbelief, and the troll was also dumbfounded. It felt like it had fallen into a swamp, and every action required a lot of effort. The pain from the hand made it even more angry.

Ona frowned, tapped his wand again, and five fireballs flew out, hitting the troll violently, blasting it back a step.