Giant Attack

The girls' restroom wasn't very large, and seven or eight people crammed together made it feel extremely crowded.

Listening to the commotion outside the door, Hermione and Pansy glared at each other, neither willing to back down. But the others, like those Slytherin girls and Harry, Ron, and the others, weren't as "calm." They huddled in the back like quails.

Of course, they were all holding wands—the only thing that could bring them a sense of security right now.

"Harry, what should we do?"

The footsteps outside seemed to be getting closer. Ron panicked, shaking Harry's arm frantically, as if the troll's footsteps weren't on the corridor but pounding in his heart.

"I don't know either."

Harry squeezed the words out through gritted teeth, his face extremely grim.

After all, they were just first-year students who had only been at the school for a few months. They were truly helpless in this situation.

BANG!

Suddenly, a loud noise shattered the last layer of defense in Harry and the others' hearts.

That was the sound from next door.

This meant the troll was already not far outside the door!

"Eek!"

Startled by the noise, Pansy trembled, letting out a sound that even she found strange.

She instinctively grabbed Hermione's robe, her raised wand trembling like a small branch swaying in the wind.

"Calm down, little princess, now is not the time to scream!"

Hermione actually wanted to scream too, but Pansy had been faster.

Disdainfully looking at the hand gripping her robe, she took a deep breath and began desperately recalling the spells she had learned so far.

"Hmph!"

Realizing she had lost composure, Pansy annoyed pulled her hand away, her cheeks flushing red.

Some things could be done, but admitting them was impossible.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The monster's footsteps grew louder and clearer.

Everyone in the girls' restroom bit their lips, quietly awaiting the judgment of fate.

They prayed silently, clinging to the last shred of hope like a drowning person grasping a floating straw.

Unfortunately, reality was always cruel.

CRASH!

The club in the troll's hand completely shattered all their illusions.

"Ugh!"

Wood chips flew, debris scattered, and the troll began to roar madly.

"Ah!" "Help!" "Mom, save me!"

Hope dashed, the young wizards' mental defenses completely collapsed, and they screamed hysterically.

Even Hermione and Pansy, who had been arguing earlier, temporarily forgot their animosity and instinctively clung to each other.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

Another series of heavy blows, and the restroom door couldn't withstand such destruction. Soon, a large hole was smashed open.

A smell of rotten fish mixed with garlic assaulted everyone's nostrils, making them feel sick.

But no one paid attention to such trivial matters anymore, because the troll thrust an arm through the hole!

"Ah!"

Hermione, true to her Gryffindor nature, didn't hesitate. Seeing the thick, gray-skinned arm before her, she screamed and waved her wand wildly, shooting out a string of sparks.

Sizzle, sizzle.

Surprisingly, this move was quite effective. The troll yelped in pain and actually retracted its arm.

"Phew~"

Pansy and the others felt a wave of relief, letting out a long breath.

But they only had a few seconds to be happy before the enraged troll began pounding on the restroom door again with its club.

Primitive and frenzied, the swings were like a storm!

The wooden door, already breached, was now completely smashed to pieces. The unprepared young wizards were thus exposed to the troll's sight.

"ROAR!"

With an excited roar, the ugly troll grinned with bloodlust!

"It's over."

Recalling his short life like a fleeting panorama, Harry's eyes misted over, filled with immense unwillingness.

I just came out of the broom closet, having witnessed the vast magical world. Was it really going to end like this, dying at the hands of a monster?

No!

He didn't want this!

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Fear and unwillingness, after hitting rock bottom, rebounded. Harry roared, and under Ron's disbelieving gaze, he shouted the only spell he knew.

The Levitation Charm!

"Buzz!"

The spell's power acted on the troll's short wooden club, causing it to shift slightly.

While the troll's sluggish brain was still trying to figure out what was happening, Hermione made her move, using her signature "Spark Shower" spell.

"Ah!"

The situation turned. Ron pinched his thigh hard, tears still on his face, and raised his old wand.

But unfortunately, Mr. Weasley couldn't think of any spells. In his panic, he spotted a mop used for cleaning in the corner of the restroom.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

When Ron was scared, he was truly scared, but when he was reckless, he was truly reckless.

Once he got worked up, he didn't care about anything else.

He roared, grabbed the mop, and charged at the troll in three quick steps!

Pansy and the other Slytherin girls watched in stunned silence.

"Roar!"

First, it almost lost its grip on its weapon, and then it was ambushed by sparks in its eyes. The troll was furious.

And it wasn't over yet. While it was closing its eyes to recover, someone was attacking its knees?

No, this was unbearable!

Swinging its club, the troll attacked wildly with its eyes closed. It was unfortunate for Ron, who was specifically targeting the troll's lower legs.

The wind howled past his ears, and a chill shot up his spine to the back of his head. Mr. Weasley ducked, narrowly avoiding the deadly club, and landed on the ground in a clumsy face-plant.

Seeing this, Harry and Hermione became extremely anxious.

Ron was in danger!

"Wingardium Leviosa."

Just then, a few uncoordinated but exceptionally clear spell incantations sounded in their ears.

It was the Slytherin girls!

Actually, if they could, Pansy and the others wouldn't have intervened.

But the troll was blocking the restroom door like a wall, making it impossible for them to escape.

In their desperation, they, like Harry, cast the "Levitation Charm," which had once earned Professor Flitwick's praise, and joined the battle.

With the help of Pansy and the others, the pressure on Harry was greatly reduced, and Ron managed to save his life while the troll was in a state of confusion.

"Hold on, we can't stop!"

Despite her fear, Hermione's mind was still clear.

She knew that the current "advantage" was a false one.

If they relaxed for even a moment, the troll would mercilessly swing its club and pound them into meat paste!

"Do your own job!"

Hearing this, Pansy snorted coldly through gritted teeth, not daring to relax her control over her magic in the slightest.

Assessing the situation was a Slytherin specialty. Did they need a Gryffindor to tell them what to do?