Gryffindor Sword Saint!

Gryffindor Sword Saint!

"Watch out!" Neville shouted, and Ted's heart skipped a beat.

It was the Quirrell Horned Beast that had taken four or five Cutting Charms, had its hind legs locked, and had been presumed dead! Its injuries had roused its beastly nature. In its desperate struggle, it grabbed a dented piece of armor from the ground and hurled it at them.

The Quirrell Horned Beast had powerful forelimbs, similar to human hands, capable of grasping things. Ted had overlooked that! And Neville, whose spells were mediocre and who had shown little ability until now, snatched the longsword from the armor behind him at that critical moment and brought it down in a vertical slash, sending the shoulder plate flying away from Jerry's head!

If that had hit him, his head would have been smashed open!

Jerry covered his round ears and cried out in fright, "Neville, thank goodness for you!"

But the danger was not over. The Quirrell Horned Beast suddenly pressed its hind legs together, supported itself with its long forelimbs, and charged forward like a pole-vaulter! Its body was built unusually; its two long forelimbs had not been treated as "legs" and locked by the Leg-Locker Curse. Now, it was rapidly leaping toward Ted and the others in this strange manner!

Even the stairs that had turned into a smooth slope could not stop it!

It was as agile as a gibbon. It reached out, grabbed the stair railing, and shot more than two meters upward in the blink of an eye, already closing in on them. "Ah!"

At that moment, Neville suddenly let out a roar and charged forward with his sword. His heart was filled with courage. All he could think of was stopping this monster and protecting the friends behind him!

At that moment, he was a warrior!

Ted also performed beyond his limits. "Shield Charm! Frost Armor!"

In almost an instant, he cast two protective spells on Neville. First came an invisible barrier, then a thin shield of ice...

"Crack~"

"Stab~"

The Quirrell Horned Beast's claws were blocked by the Frost Armor, and the chill instead seeped into its arms, slowing its movements.

But that no longer mattered, because Neville's sword had already pierced its heart!

That thrust was brilliant—straight, decisive, and fatal in a single blow.

Neville put all his strength into that self-sacrificing thrust forward, hitting the heart dead-on without the slightest deviation.

The Quirrell Horned Beast did not make a sound. It twitched once, then croaked. Neville instinctively pulled out his sword and assumed the sword-wielding pose of the armor he saw every day, staring blankly at his friends. What happened? How did it die?! Then he looked at the bloodstained sword in his hand. Hey?! This thing was way more useful than a wand!...

Hermione had kept using Transfiguration on large amounts of blank paper, turning them into paper butterflies to block the Modified Troll's vision and draw its attention. Its walnut-sized brain had no spare processing power to think about anything else.

She had contributed immensely.

But she was still only a first-year Witch, and her Magic Power was only at lv1. In less than three minutes, she was already struggling to keep going.

"No, I can't hold on anymore!" Sweat had appeared on the tip of Hermione's nose. She was truly reaching her limit.

The paper butterflies dancing around the Modified Troll's head had become much fewer, and their movements were beginning to grow stiff and sluggish.

"Everyone, use the Levitation Charm on its club!" Ted shouted.

After experiencing the Quirrell Horned Beast's desperate counterattack, everyone had become much more serious.

Combat was different from anything else. There was no room for even the slightest carelessness.

Today, Professor Quirrell had taught them a lesson through the Quirrell Horned Beast.

Now, everyone tried to use the Levitation Charm on the huge club in the Modified Troll's hand.

Neville and Jerry's Levitation Charms failed, but everyone else succeeded.

The crisis had forced them to grow. Even Ron, who had not succeeded even once in class before, managed to cast it, and a smile appeared on his face.

In that instant, the troll, still swatting at butterflies, suddenly felt its hand go empty. Its huge club had slipped free and floated into the air.

The troll was even more confused now. What happened? Who am I? Where am I?

Then Ted seized the chance and hit the back of its head with a precise Ice Arrow. This one really did the trick.

The Modified Troll's body immediately began to sway.

But it was still holding on. It refused to fall. Given some time, it could have pulled through!

However, the heavy hardwood club in the air also fell, striking the back of its head with precision.

That final club that crushed the troll made it collapse with a thunderous crash, like a mountain toppling and pillars falling.

It seemed Professor Quirrell had not managed to eliminate the weakness at the back of a troll's head after all.

"Ding~ Defeated Quirrell Horned Beast, gained 150 experience!"

"Ding~ Defeated Spider Mantis Bug, gained 250 experience!"

"Ding~ Defeated Modified Troll, gained 450 experience!"

"Ding~ Quest 'Come Fight' (Blue) completed. Reward: 500 experience, Summoning Card: Troll (Blue)."

Defeating monsters gave experience?! Before Ted could inspect the newly acquired card, he suddenly spotted something on the two fallen monsters.

They were two glowing cards! "Wait here. I'll go confirm it," Ted said, then slid down the sloped stairs.

He went around the Modified Troll, which occupied half the corridor, pretended to inspect the Spider Mantis Bug's corpse, and casually picked up a card floating above it that glowed faintly green.

Then he did the same with the Quirrell Horned Beast's corpse and picked up another card glowing white.

"These two monsters are dead, but this strange troll is still alive," he said.

"Should we notify the professors?" Ron asked.

"I think we should run for it!" Jerry suggested.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Have none of you considered that the professors could ask the portraits and then find us?"

Well, after such a thrilling adventure, what awaited them was the professors' wrath.

The moment Neville heard they were going to be caught, he became terrified. "How about... we turn ourselves in?"

But before he had even finished speaking, Snape's sinister voice rang out from the corridor corner nearby. "Longbottom, don't you think it's too late to turn yourself in now?"

It was not just Snape. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were there too.

"Oh heavens, what have you done?"

Professor McGonagall was not someone who startled easily, but when she saw the chubby Neville leaning on a bloodstained longsword, an unknown beast lying in a pool of blood not far away, a strange giant insect sprawled in a puddle of yellow-green bodily fluid, and a troll far larger than normal collapsed in the corridor, she was genuinely frightened! Was this still the Hogwarts she knew?

Since when had this place become a battlefield?!

The group quickly reached the landing at the stairway turn and saw the stairs that had become a slope.

"Finite Incantatem!" Snape casually ended Ted's Sliding Charm.

"You defeated a troll?! And what are these two things?" Professor McGonagall's voice had become shrill.

Ron and Jerry puffed out their chests as though they had just received praise.

But then Snape's poisonous tongue struck. "Ha! The arrogant Epiphany and the foolish Gryffindors, what stupid thing have you done? Did you come looking for a troll to kill yourselves?!"

Snape was truly furious when he saw the mess on the ground.

Ted could even see the flesh on his face twitching. His gaze looked as though he wanted to use an exceptionally advanced Obliviate and turn all of them into idiots.

At that moment, the big sister stepped forward.

Harriett looked at the professors with complete sincerity. "I'm sorry, Professors. I've disappointed you. It was because of me that my companions ended up in danger. I only wanted to... use the bathroom. But I brought Hermione with me. They were worried that I might run into danger, so they came with me..."

Hermione immediately followed up. "Yes, I suggested using the bathroom over here because there were fewer people. I'm sorry, it was all my fault..."

Good heavens, that was clever!

Coming up with an excuse about using the bathroom was no small feat.

It was a little far-fetched, but it was still a decent explanation.

The professors could hardly say anything to Ted and the others for worrying about their companions' safety. Nor could they say anything to girls who needed to use the bathroom.

Muay Thai warning~~~ Ron and Jerry stared at the two girls in shock. You could lie without even drafting a script? And Hermione, did you know what you were doing? You lied to the professors!

Honestly, as long as Hermione did not expose them, they would have considered that more than enough. They had not expected her to join Harriett in fooling the professors.

What was this called? Learning to be good was hard, but learning to be bad took no time at all—they had all been led astray! "Fine! Although you had your reasons, points will still be deducted!" Professor McGonagall looked at the other two professors. "Gryffindor loses 50 points!"

She was truly ruthless toward her own house.

Professor Flitwick naturally could not show favoritism. "Ravenclaw loses 20 points!"

Ten points each.

Snape looked deeply dissatisfied with this punishment.

He looked as though he was just short of doing it himself. The way he glared at Ted, Neville, and Ron was downright vicious.

It was like he was looking at a bunch of punks who had lured his daughter out to go swimming, as though he might start throwing punches and kicks at any second!

Thanks to reader "Ending in 6956" for the 100 reward.