The Troll!!! Where Was It?

After less than a second of silence, he understood. Hermione probably wouldn't be here. Though she was slow to follow his lectures, she was clever enough that she definitely wouldn't stay here to become Troll-flavored Hermione Pills.

As for that big lump of a Troll, Hagrid should be able to handle it... As for the damage it caused... Hogwarts had deep pockets. Though those lamppost decorations were stingy when it came to giving Muggle-born students money for new robes, they surely wouldn't make their own students attend class in a condemned building.

Just as he was about to leave, the Troll throwing a tantrum in the bathroom seemed to have grown tired. It stopped moving to rest, and once the chaotic noises faded, he heard a distinctly discordant, faint sound of crying.

Emmm, perhaps he hadn't underestimated Hermione's brains, but he had probably underestimated her legs. After all, for Hermione, hiding in the bathroom and secretly shedding little pearls, seeing a Troll smash through the door was probably as shocking as a battle-hardened capitalist soldier seeing Pavel Korchagin. Not being able to run away was perfectly understandable.

He turned back and called into the bathroom, unsure where Hermione was hiding. "Hermione? Can you come out on your own?"

As the Troll happened to glance over and spot Kane standing at the bathroom entrance, Hermione's voice rang out at the same time. "I don't think I have much of a chance, do I?"

"Maybe you could try playing three-card monte," Kane said, making a joke only he could understand to lighten the mood. Then he pulled out his wand and sharply pointed it at the Troll.

The Troll was already swinging its enormous club at Kane. Unfortunately, when the club came within half a meter of him, it could not advance