days at Hogwarts

Chapter 49

Hermione cried in a low voice. In such an environment, even crying was suppressed.

Harry's scar tingled slightly, his pupils dilated slightly.

Her ears seemed to sink into the sea, and Hermione's cries and the troll's footsteps became far away, as if listening to the sound of waves at the bottom of the water, the world became quiet, and everyone else's movements slowed down.

He watched Ron huddled against the wall, and thought of seeing their family at the train station, a family, noisy, all red-haired, so funny.

He watched the troll slowly raise the wooden stick, the texture of the muscles on the forearm, the gaps in the giant's nails, the black dirt on the wooden stick, every detail seemed to be imprinted in his mind.

What a huge monster.

Am I as big as his thumb?

There should be.

The scene of the troll approaching slowly reminded Harry of being chased by Dudley's gang in the Muggle school.

Every time I run, every time I run, in fact, I don't really want to escape.

Harry felt the muscles in his body relax and relax.

Bow slightly, bend your knees, sprint.

He couldn't think of any magic that could solve the current scene, so he could only use what he had always wanted to try when he was being chased and beaten - rushing to those people's faces!

Harry didn't know what he was going to do when he rushed in front of the troll, but his body had already given the answer.

Like a Bowtruckle climbing a giant tree, Harry seemed to be maneuvering on a gray-green hill. He nimbly climbed up to the troll's waist, avoiding the troll's hand and swinging club, Riding on the head of the troll.

He saw panic in the troll's scarlet eyes.

Harry stretched his shoulders, bent his arms, made a fist, and did what Harry had always wanted to do to a lot of people, punching it in the nose.

"Roar!" the giant howled.This punch obviously did no harm, but the troll felt as if something had been smashed into his body, and a great panic arose.

The troll was so enraged by the little thing on its head that it wanted to crush it and hammer it to pieces.One hand grabbed Harry's leg and held it in front of him, the other was about to throw it at Harry.

"Do something!" Harry yelled, his voice muffled by the blood in his head as he hung upside down.

Shadows floated in Loren's eyes, and the blue light lit up from the pupils spread to the entire eyeball.

In his field of vision, the troll's skin glowed slightly brown, and there was a black mottled mark on its nose where Harry had punched it.

That is its weakness!

"Huh~" Loren controlled himself, stopped his trembling breathing, "do something."

In my mind, the incantation that had been blurred by [Opening the Door] became clear.He squeezed the power out of every part of his body and poured it all into his wand.

Loren heard his own voice:
"【Thunderbolt Hole Piercing】"

A fiery red light shot from the tip of the wand, shooting straight at the black mark on the troll's nose.

boom!
Red light penetrated through the nose and shot out from the back of the head, making a strong explosion sound.

The troll's brain was blown open with a black hole the size of a fist, his body swayed twice, and he fell back stiffly.

Harry groaned as he fell to the ground, seemingly all right.

A contented smile appeared on the corner of Loren's mouth, and now he can't move a single finger after casting the spell.I had a splitting headache, as if I hadn't slept for three days and three nights, my eyes seemed to have been dripped with essential oils, it was so cold that I fell down.

Lying on the ground, he vaguely saw Dumbledore and others coming in, Hermione cried and threw herself into Professor McGonagall's arms, Percy walked towards the curled up Ron...

The world fell into darkness.

Ron's voice: "Run!"

Harry's voice: "Do something!"

Finally Hermione's voice: "Loren, Loren!"

The voice seemed to be in the ear, and it seemed to be in a dream.Loren felt limp all over and didn't want to wake up.

When I opened my eyes and saw the bright light, my eyes felt a little stinging.

There are three beds in the ward of the school doctor's room, with white sheets and cabinets, neat and shiny.

Loren was lying in the middle, Ron was asleep in the back, and Harry was near the door.

Harry was counting the squares on the window, "788, 789, 781..."

Loren sat up straight, "Did you realize that you counted wrongly?" His voice was hoarse.

Harry exclaimed in surprise: "Thank God, I'm not alone at last."

Loren picked up the kettle on the bedside table and poured water to drink. He felt his throat was full of gravel.

Harry happily told Loren what he knew, and he woke up early the next morning, and Loren slept all day and all night.Ron had a few broken ribs and internal damage, but Madam Pomfrey said he'd be fine in a week.

"But Ron hasn't woken up yet." Harry's voice was a little low.

Harry stayed in bed all day with nothing to do. He thought he was perfectly well, but Madam Pomfrey would not allow him to leave the hospital or get out of bed to move around.

Harry kept saying:
"Hermione will come over after class. Madam Pomfrey said talking to you will wake you up earlier. Hermione has already called you by your name thousands of times."

"Professor Dumbledore will come over tonight, and he needs to ask you about the situation again."

"Your spell is so cool, it can penetrate the head of a troll!"

Having said that, Harry asked, "Why didn't you use it sooner?"

Loren could tell that the words did not imply accusations, but pure doubts.

Loren looked at Harry, "My spell works because of you."

"Me?" Harry recalled the scene at that time, "I was in a strange state and rushed up without thinking about anything."

"It's really strange, how could I rush up?"

It was only then that Harry noticed the strangeness at the time, "And Ron, he seemed a little strange at the time."

Madam Pomfrey opened the door and walked in before the two of them could discuss the result.

"Lie down! Don't talk!" she yelled at Harry.

Harry didn't dare to resist, and obediently shut his mouth and lay down.

Madam Pomfrey fed Loren a mint-flavored potion.

After drinking it, Loren felt his mind was cold and comfortable, and his body was warm and comfortable.

"You almost drained your magic power!" Pomfrey looked at Loren seriously, "This is a very serious matter for a little wizard!"

Although her tone was harsh, there was tender concern in Madam Pomfrey's eyes.

Without giving Loren time to answer, she went on to say, "If it wasn't for Hogwarts, this might cause your magic power to get out of control, and you can no longer cast magic."

"Have a good rest, don't make any noise!" Madam Pomfrey went out after finishing speaking.

Watching the doctor close the door, Harry sat up, "I think we've—"

"Quiet!" Madam Pomfrey roared from outside.

Harry curled his lips, and counted slowly towards the window again, "1, 2, 3..."

In the evening, Hermione came with Dumbledore.

The little witch changed into a clean and tidy Gryffindor robe, long white socks and small leather shoes. Her cute appearance did not reveal the majesty of waving a wand at that time to block the troll.

Hermione came in and saw that Loren had sat up, grinning, showing two white front teeth, and there was a look of joy in her eyes.

"Loren!" Hermione exclaimed happily, and then took out the notebook from her bag, "I wrote down the notes of these few lessons in the notebook, you can refer to my notes to learn, and you can ask me if you don't understand."

"Thank you!" Loren was quite speechless, put away the notebook, and looked at Dumbledore behind Hermione.

Dumbledore always had a gentle smile on his face. He didn't disturb the friend's meeting. Loren only spoke when he looked at him, "You can always see things that others can't. I want to see your perspective."

The principal with a white beard took out a bag of candy from the large sleeve of his white robe, "No one should refuse a friend who brings candy to visit the sick."

"Yeah!" Harry cheered, and Loren began to share his experience of that night from his perspective.

…At that time, Harry was about to be hammered, Loren's talent vision was activated, and he saw that the troll was covered with a brown barrier, only the black mark left by Harry on the nose, and Loren cast the spell along the mark ...

"Also, I vaguely saw a red light on both Harry and Ron." This was what Loren saw before he fell into a coma.

(End of this chapter)