Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

Hogwarts.

Halloween had arrived, and, as per tradition, a joyous feast was underway in the Great Hall.

Hermione beamed as she eyed the table laden with sweets.

If you didn't know magic, you'd surely get a sugar rush first.

At that moment, the doors to the Great Hall burst open, and Professor Quirrell staggered in, shouting in panic, "Trolls! There's a troll in the dungeon!"

[Remember the domain name of this site: Taiwan Novel Network → twkan.com]

The next second, Quirrell's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

A second of silence followed by screams of terror echoed through the hall.

The students were horrified by the news.

It's a joke, right? Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place in the world.

Amid the chaos, Hermione calmly wiped her mouth, her movements elegant and unhurried.

Finally, the moment had come.

Glancing at Quirrell lying on the floor, Hermione shook her head slightly.

His act was too unconvincing.

No matter how timid he seemed, he was still a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Handling dark creatures like trolls was part of his curriculum.

Yet here he was, acting as if he'd seen a ghost. If she were Dumbledore, she'd be suspicious.

Or maybe... Hermione narrowed her eyes.

Perhaps he was already suspected.

Watching Quirrell's turban, Hermione had a sudden impulse.

What if she yanked it off right now?

"Quiet!!!"

A commanding voice resonated through the hall.

Dumbledore rose slowly.

"Prefects, lead your housemates back to the dormitories. I'll go to the dungeons with the teachers."

The calm yet authoritative voice quieted the students, instilling a sense of reassurance.

"Gryffindors, with me!" Ron's brother, Percy Weasley, called out.

A group of students followed him out of the Great Hall.

Seeing this, the other houses did the same.

"Hufflepuffs, over here!"

"Ravenclaws, come with me!"

"Slytherins, this way!"

...

Suppressing the urge to move against the tide, Hermione joined the flow of students.

The atmosphere was tense.

"How did a troll get in?"

Harry finally asked, whispering.

"Trolls are too dumb to find Hogwarts on their own. Someone must be playing a prank," Ron said dismissively.

"Want to know?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Harry nodded eagerly, "Hermione, do you know?"

Hermione glanced at the group ahead, deliberately slowing her pace and signaling to the boys with a wink.

Harry and Ron understood.

Soon, the trio managed to fall behind.

"Come on, let's go see," Hermione said, flipping her hair with a mysterious smile.

"But..."

"Don't argue, are you two coming?"

"...coming."

With a slight smirk, Hermione turned and headed down a corridor.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances; Hermione's actions didn't surprise them. They shrugged and followed quickly.

Rain poured outside, thunder rolling, and the deserted corridor felt eerie and foreboding.

"Um... Hermione..." Ron hesitated, trying to be brave, "Maybe we should go back..."

"Alright, you go ahead."

Hermione nodded but continued forward without hesitation, as if she were heading to class.

Harry glanced at Ron, curiosity winning out, and kept pace with Hermione.

Ron hesitated, but as the distance grew, he hurried to catch up.

Turning a corner, Hermione suddenly stopped.

Ron was about to ask why when he saw Harry's eyes widen and quickly covered his mouth.

A flash of lightning revealed a massive shadow looming at the corridor's end.

The shadow towered, as tall as two or three adults, its enormous bulk filling the corridor. In its hand, it clutched a massive wooden club.

"Looks like the troll left the dungeon," Ron murmured.

"It's heading for the girls' bathroom... Wait, Hermione, what are you doing?!"

Harry watched in horror as Hermione boldly approached the bathroom, wand drawn.

Before Harry could stop her, he gritted his teeth and followed.

"You're both nuts," Ron thought, but he followed nonetheless.

Sensing movement behind it, the troll slowly turned, seeing three tiny figures before it.

Harry and Ron trembled with fear.

The troll, driven by destructive instinct, raised its club high.

As the club whooshed down, the boys felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Hermione, you've doomed us!

In that moment, they regretted ever befriending Hermione, the cold-looking girl with a daring heart.

They wished they'd never spoken to her on the first day or shared a carriage.

At this critical moment...

"Protego!"

"Boom!"

A loud crash echoed above them.

The boys, expecting to be crushed, opened their eyes to see a shimmering shield enveloping them.

Hermione's wand pointed upward, emitting waves of magic.

The club pressed against the shield, but no amount of force could break through. The troll, baffled, couldn't comprehend its failure.

"Hmph!"

Hermione sneered softly.

Enraged by the feeble humans, the troll roared, raising its club once more.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The spell took effect, and the club flew from the troll's grip, hovering above its head.

Hermione waved her wand, mimicking a Quidditch move.

"Whack!"

The club, as if controlled by her, slammed down on the troll's head.

Hermione swung her wand sideways, and the club spun, smashing into the troll's temple.

After a month as a Beater, her skills were put to use today.

"Whack!"

Another hit.

"Whack!"

And again.

"Whack!"

"Whack!"

"Whack!"

With unrelenting force, the troll was reduced to a motionless heap, bleeding from its orifices.

It had been beaten to death with its own club.

Harry and Ron clung to each other, terrified Hermione might turn her wand on them next.

Pocketing her wand, Hermione retrieved a syringe from her robes, injecting it into the troll's body with her back to the boys.

As the blood was drawn, the syringe vanished.

[Magical Creature]

[Dark Creature: Troll (Collected)]

[Possesses immense strength, cruel temperament, low intelligence]

Simultaneously.

[Dark Magic]

[Dark Harvest (Talent)]

[Current Soul Energy: 10]

Well, it wasn't a wasted trip.

Glancing at the magic book in her mind, Hermione felt pleased.

As she turned to speak to the boys, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind them.

Professor McGonagall rushed in with the other teachers.

Only 2 tier 5$ and 10$ you want advance chapter visit my Patreon

patreon.com/Wilmington

patreon.com/Wilmington