Knight

The trolls were indeed in a sorry state at first, ambushed by these young wizards working together.

But as a representative species of simple minds and developed limbs, they gradually got used to these harmless attacks.

With a roar of brute force, the troll bellowed and swung the club in its hand with a fierce wind, smashing it down on the empty ground in front of it.

With a loud "bang," gravel flew.

"Oh no!"

The connection of magic power was suddenly severed, and Pansy and the others were greatly alarmed.

Hermione, who was closest to the troll, turned deathly pale with fright and stopped casting spells numbly.

"Roar!"

The ugly monster excitedly pounded its chest and shrieked, swinging its club down at the little figure in front of it.

Fear, powerlessness, despair.

The young wizards screamed and closed their eyes, not daring to watch what was about to happen.

"Am I going to die?"

Staring blankly at the club getting closer and closer to her head, a moment of daze appeared on Hermione's face.

She had tried to resist, but the gap between them was too vast.

"Buzz~"

Just then, a bright yellow light suddenly lit up, blocking the space between the club and Hermione!

Her heart pounding wildly, Hermione stared intently at the club, an inch from her nose, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.

So close, just a few millimeters away.

She could even see the grain on the club and the dried bloodstains!

"Huh?"

Looking down at Hermione in confusion, the troll's egg-sized brain capacity clearly couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Using brute force, he tried to smash it down a few more times, but the result was the same as before. His tiger's mouth was sore, yet he couldn't break through the invisible "wall."

What happened?

The troll was stunned, Hermione was stunned, and Pansy and the others were stunned.

But soon, a light voice reached everyone's ears, resolving all doubts.

"Sorry, I'm late."

With a deep blue lining, magnificent armor, a long sword at his waist, and a bright red cape, the youth appeared at the entrance like a knight from a fairy tale.

It was Klein!

"Roar!"

Turning his head to look at the stranger slowly walking into the restroom, a bloodthirsty ferocity flashed in the troll's eyes.

Abandoning Hermione, he turned and swung his club!

"Ah!"

Screams rang out again, but Klein's expression remained unchanged—he frowned, looking at the monster in front of him with slight disgust.

"Stop."

Ignoring the fatal blow from above, Klein uttered a single word.

The spoken word was the spell.

As the word fell, the troll's expression instantly became dull, and it froze stiffly in place.

"Phew~ Trouble solved."

Looking at the still bewildered young wizards over there, Klein deliberately let out a sigh, revealing a warm, sun-like smile.

"Huh?"

Harry's mouth hung open, staring blankly at that figure, not even noticing his glasses sliding down his nose.

What kind of spell was that?

The troll that they couldn't deal with even when fighting for their lives was pacified with a simple word?

Was the difference really that big!

Compared to Harry, Ron's reaction was even more exaggerated.

With the troll motionless, the taut string in his heart finally relaxed. After repeatedly confirming he was out of danger, Mr. Weasley let out a yell and leaped towards Klein.

Klein thought about it for a moment and couldn't bear to dodge.

Hanging on Klein, Ron cried with snot and tears, looking like a red-haired rabbit that had been overly frightened.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Mister Weasley, overjoyed at their survival, forgot himself. He had never been so genuinely grateful to anyone in his life.

"It's alright now."

Klein patted Ron's shoulder, his voice incredibly soft.

It was clear the boy was truly terrified.

"Hey, are you done hugging?"

Seeing the damned redhead clinging to Klein, Pansy and the other Slytherin girls were furious.

It wasn't just them; even Hermione, having snapped back to reality, looked at Ron with a peculiar expression.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I was just, I was just too excited."

Glowered at by so many girls, Ron quickly realized his lapse in composure and scrambled off Klein.

"Hmph!"

Pansy gritted her teeth, her cheeks puffed out like little buns.

She was filled with regret.

What a perfect opportunity, and it was snatched away by a redhead?

Who could she even complain to!

As if oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, Klein's gaze was perfectly calm.

"You all did very well, exceptionally well."

Holding out against a troll for so long was an incredible feat for a group of eleven-year-olds. He clapped softly, subtly casting a Calming Charm.

Subtly, the young wizards finally relaxed completely.

"Alright, we should head back."

With the matter concluded, Klein motioned for everyone to leave.

But the release of intense mental tension was followed by physical exhaustion. Including Ron, who had been so lively moments ago, everyone collapsed onto the ground, unable to stand.

"Sorry, Klein, I'm just so tired."

Pansy didn't want to appear so disheveled in front of Klein, or rather, she never wanted to show any imperfection in front of him.

But there was no helping it.

The depletion of Magic Power combined with physical fatigue was simply overwhelming.

Honestly, managing to sit on the ground in a relatively ladylike pose was the best she could do.

"It's alright."

Hearing this, Klein offered the young wizards a gentle smile.

He raised his hand, intending to cast a few healing spells to help Harry and the others recover their strength, but then he thought better of it, shook his head, and drew the long sword from his waist.

"Divine Guard, appear."

A flash of white light, and a magic circle inscribed with arcane patterns materialized out of thin air.

To the utterly astonished gazes of the young wizards, eight tall knights, their appearances indistinct but enveloped in a soft glow, emerged from the circle and bowed respectfully to Klein.

"Take them back, and be gentle."

He gave the calm command, then stepped aside slightly and winked at Harry and the others.

"This needs to be kept a secret, okay?"

After such a fright, they deserved some special compensation.

Klein was always very gentle when interacting with these guileless "peers."

The Divine Guard Knights moved with agility and speed. In just a few blinks, the young wizards were carried in a princess hold by the knights.

Of course, Harry and the others felt no discomfort. Wrapped in the soft light, they felt incredibly safe.

The feeling was like burrowing into a freshly made bed, like tasting the first bite of apple pie, like deeply inhaling the scent of grass after rain.

Like all things beautiful.

"Sleep now, don't worry."

Infusing his voice with a hint of hypnotic Magic Power, Klein lulled the young wizards to sleep.

After the eight knights departed, the smile on his face gradually vanished. He looked coldly at the motionless troll.

He extended a finger, pointing it at the troll's forehead. Klein closed his eyes, as if searching for something.

A few seconds later, he smiled faintly.

"Found you."