This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 46 Too scary
Perhaps because emergencies of one kind or another often occurred in the castle, the school responded almost immediately.

Dumbledore almost immediately asked the prefects to take the students to their common room, and the prefects responded quickly and began to ask the freshmen who had no experience at all to follow them closely.

"Andrew isn't here, he should be in the library!"

His roommates reported the incident to the prefect almost immediately.

"Oh, shit… is he in a club?"

"some."

My roommate immediately signed up for Andrew's club.

"Fortunately, they have a capable fighter in their club..." The class leader took a breath, "Go to the fifth grade and find Hand, and ask them to organize the students to go to the library to look for him. I will report to the dean."

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Andrew was unaware of what was happening in the auditorium.

He was still proud of having completed his work, and was considering whether to eat first and then find time to go to the Owl House, or to go there secretly and finish his work before eating when there were few people around.

"What is the taste?"

A foul smell suddenly hit him and Andrew frowned.

It's normal for the basement classroom to smell bad, but it's definitely not as terrible as the smell of a public toilet exploding.

After making a quick judgment, he immediately took a few steps back and confirmed that the source of the strange smell was in front of him.

"Damn... Peeves' new prank?"

Unsure, he tapped his backpack with his wand, and a rope crawled out of the backpack - if it was a correct transfiguration, it should be a snake at this moment, but his level was limited, so this was the best he could do.

The rope began to rustle along the base of the wall until a loud noise came from the corner - if Peeves hit something, it should be attracted.

But what reached Andrew's ears was not the sound of something hitting the ground, but extremely heavy footsteps, as if someone was bringing an elephant into the castle.

"What the hell...what kind of new prank is this?"

He took a few steps back, used a levitation spell to create a piece of parchment and stuck it to the wall, then conjured up a mirror to confirm that there were no mischievous ghosts or goblins behind him.

But now the smell was worse.

"Myrtle blew up the toilet?"

Andrew, holding the wand tightly, even complained, and at the same time used another piece of parchment to conjure up a mask, and put it on himself while directing it with the magic wand.

"Oh... what is that?"

He retreated to a good position, and a giant more than ten feet tall stood in the shadows. Because of the lighting, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the size alone was enough to scare people. Not to mention that the shadow held a huge wooden stick in his right hand that was dragging on the ground.

"Damn it... Didn't I come here to study?"

Andrew rolled his eyes silently—without any hesitation, he waved his wand towards the ground.

“Pah—poof!”

As Andrew cast the spell, the troll had already begun to jog towards Andrew at an accelerated speed. Unfortunately, the solid floor had turned into a quagmire when his huge feet stepped on it. He immediately staggered, only to find his feet stuck in a pit that was only slightly larger than his feet.

With a terrifying sound, it easily pulled out its foot and stared at Andrew with its ferocious eyes.

'The Transfiguration spell is not strong enough...' Andrew waved his wand again, and the rope that was used to explore the way began to climb directly along the troll's body. It easily climbed up the troll's neck while the troll's big hands were trying to scratch it, and then circled around the eyes.

The next moment, the rope turned into a vine with sharp thorns and was firmly fixed on the troll's eyes.

"Roar!!!"

A huge roar was heard, and the giant screamed heartbreakingly. The wooden stick dragged on the ground was raised high, trying to smash it in the direction of Andrew, but it began to extend and extend only halfway, turning into the root of a huge tree.

The fairly spacious passage was almost instantly filled, and the dispersed force ensured that the transfiguration spell never disappeared.

Andrew cast the next spell without even any hesitation. The thorns wrapped around the troll's eyes began to grow rapidly, and the troll's tragic wail echoed throughout the underground passage.

But within half a minute, everything was over.

At least in Andrew's cognitive system, creatures cannot survive such a blow. However, he still waved his wand, and the mirror on the wall turned back into parchment, and then turned into a sharp awl, firmly nailed to the approximate position of the troll's heart.

The magic wand was waved again, and the big tree turned into a wooden stick. Under Andrew's control, it hit the cone again and again like a hammer, and finally smashed the entire cone into the troll's body.

"If you don't die, I will accept it."

Andrew heaved a sigh of relief then and walked forward cautiously - that was one thing, but what if he moved again?
But there was no doubt that the troll was dead.

"It's really scary... Fortunately, I practiced Transfiguration..."

He randomly tested a few magic spells he knew and found that they couldn't even penetrate the skin of the dead giant.

"But how could there be a giant monster in such a good school? I feel like something is wrong, but I can't remember where it is."

Shaking his head, he didn't know whether this thing had any economic value, or any usable materials or something - but even if it did, it wasn't worth the risk.

After taking back the parchment and rope, Andrew simply erased the traces around him. After making sure that there was nothing he could do with, he simply changed his hair color and hairstyle, raised the soles of his shoes by a few centimeters, and left in a hurry.

He always felt that there was a conspiracy. He was only just able to kill the giant monster, so how could he dare to get involved?
Taking a step back, if there is a problem in the school, it is Professor Quirrell's fault no matter how you look at it. There is no need to provide evidence!
With this mentality, he bypassed several places with portraits and went directly to the library on the second floor. He just walked around the bookshelf and dispelled the magic. Anyway, he often checked in at the library, so he didn't have to worry about others' suspicion.

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"Come to see Granger?"

"Why didn't you tell me Granger was looking for you two?"

"It's just... a group of people sneaked out and killed the troll without leaving their names and thought I didn't know it was them, and another group of juniors thought they could deal with the troll!!!"

"Five points from Gryffindor, five points from everyone!!!"

"Professor, they really came to me because I...I think I can deal with the trolls..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione, who was obviously lying, and then looked at the other two who were like quails.

"Well, five points off you too, Miss Granger - well, you can go now."

The two felt relieved, but then there was awkwardness all the way.

"Forget it, I decided to forgive you."

In front of the lounge, Granger said this before entering first.

(End of this chapter)