Fox Demon: Heaven rewards diligence; I will eventually achieve divine mastery of martial arts.

Taking advantage of the other person's unsteady steps, Harry Potter quickly stepped forward.

The wand in his hand was repeatedly thrust towards the unsteady troll.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

A series of muffled thuds echoed as something pierced his body.

Blood was splattered all over the corridor.

Even the air was filled with this rich aroma.

Before Ron and Hermione's shocked eyes, Harry Potter, like a ruthless butcher, effortlessly dismembered the monstrous creature before him, bit by bit.

When the troll was covered in blood and its life force had completely withered, Harry Potter decisively thrust his wand deep into its heart.

"Ow!"

With a final groan, after Harry Potter pulled the wand from its chest, the troll coughed up its last drop of blood, its massive body swaying precariously before finally collapsing with a deafening roar.

Having dealt with the troll, Harry Potter flicked his wand with a flourish, wiping away the blood.

The battle just now seemed to last a long time, but in reality it only lasted a short while.

Even after defeating the troll, Harry Potter's breathing didn't quicken or become disordered; it seemed like nothing to him, as simple as eating and drinking.

"Are you guys okay?"

Having dealt with the troll, Harry Potter looked at Ron and Hermione beside him and asked them with concern.

"It's okay."

Ron stared blankly at the giant's physical form on the ground, shaking his head in disbelief.

"This...this giant is really dead?!"

Hermione seemed to be in a better position than Ron, she said cautiously, glancing nervously at the corpses on the ground.

"Yes, if his vital organs also include the heart and are located in the chest, then it's correct."

Harry Potter nodded and said.

"It's incredible."

Hermione was speaking, but before she could finish, a series of hurried footsteps approached from their direction.

"Mr. Potter?!"

Professor McGonagall's voice rang out.

Harry Potter looked up and saw Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell all rushing over.

Professor McGonagall was pale, her eyes flashing with anger, and she seemed to be very angry.

Good evening, professors.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's expression, Harry Potter knew that this matter needed to be properly addressed, so he took the initiative to speak.

"Why didn't you all stay in your dorms as instructed?"

“Professor McGonagall, here’s what happened. Our classmate Neville was maliciously locked in the toilet by Malfoy. If we hadn’t arrived in time, he might already be a corpse.”

“I think the troll wanted to kill a student who couldn’t fight back, and the time you’ve had to teach you is more than enough.”

"Of course, I'm not criticizing you professors for being late, but things don't always go as smoothly as planned."

"Besides, I am also confident that I can take down the troll."

Harry Potter pointed to the grotesquely dead troll on the ground, gesturing as he spoke. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 223 Fury, Slytherin Flattened

"Obviously, this is not a difficult task for me."

“I didn’t come here just on a whim.”

Harry Potter spoke calmly and eloquently, leaving those standing before the corpse at his feet speechless with any rebuttal.

Indeed, judging from the surrounding traces of battle, it was less of a battle and more of a one-sided massacre.

This giant monster was easily killed by Harry Potter without any resistance.

This process took less than a few minutes.

They arrived even faster than if they had rushed over from the auditorium.

After listening to Harry Potter's description, Professor McGonagall remained silent for a moment before speaking.

“Mr. Potter, you may have been a bit reckless in this matter, but you have also demonstrated your capabilities.”

"Your willingness to take risks to protect your classmates is commendable, though not advocatable. You receive ten points from Gryffindor."

"As for you."

Professor McGonagall looked at Ron and Hermione.

"He disobeyed the academy's arrangements and took risks on his own, but his courage in sharing hardships is commendable, and his merits and demerits cancel each other out."

Ron and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Nothing could be better than this.

Deducting points is something I really don't want.

Although they weren't of much help, it made me feel a little embarrassed.

"Alright, leave the rest to us. You should all go back to the academy and enjoy your Halloween dinner now."

Professor McGonagall clapped her hands and gestured to Harry Potter and the others.

"No problem, Professor. Tonight will definitely be a very memorable Halloween."

Harry Potter smiled slightly, a faint smile on his face, bowed slightly to Professor McGonagall, and then turned and left with Ron, Hermione, and the others.

"Phew, I felt even more nervous than if I had encountered a troll just now."

Ron patted his chest, still shaken. "The trolls could at most kill me with one blow, but Professor McGonagall always gives me the feeling that she'll make me wish I were dead."

"It doesn't matter, you just get used to it."

"After all, you might run into Professor McGonagall later."

"You mean inside the academy? That's fine."

"No, not in our house, but in Slytherin."

Lin Yu's lips curled up, but his eyes held a hint of coldness.

"Slytherin?"

Hermione read it aloud, then her eyes widened.

"Harry! What are you doing? You're not going to go find Malfoy, are you?"

"Of course, I warned this guy last time, but he obviously didn't take it to heart."

The coldness in Harry Potter's smile became increasingly clear.

"But if you do that, you'll lose a lot of points in Gryffindor."

"It's okay, we can just earn it back later, right?"

"Grades, to put it bluntly, are just a matter of personal comfort. If Gryffindor didn't care about grades, then it would become an entity that no one in Hogwarts would dare to mess with."

"Not to mention someone like Malfoy, even if he wanted to pick on someone weak, he would first have to see if the other party was a Gryffindor."

As Harry Potter spoke, he arrived at the door of the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Pig nose."

Following the command, Harry Potter and his two companions entered the Gryffindor Tower.

In the common lounge, many people were enjoying their food in a cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, their laughter filling the air with happiness.

Upon seeing Harry Potter and his friends return, they were greeted warmly by familiar faces.

"Hey Harry, we were just saying you were missing."

Before the other person could finish speaking, they smelled the strong scent of blood emanating from Harry Potter.

This smell is completely at the opposite extreme from the aroma of food in the room, and it's quite obvious.

"Everyone."

Harry Potter stood in the doorway and slammed his wand heavily on the ground, instantly silencing the previously noisy lounge.

Most people turned their attention to him, some curious about what Harry Potter would say.

There's something I want to tell you.

Harry Potter, meeting everyone's gaze, spoke in a deep voice.

“Some of you may not be very familiar with Neville, and he's not here right now.”

"But he is my friend and a member of Gryffindor."