Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 Ron in the Toilet

Loren had mastered the spell and was looking at the feathers with utter boredom.

He was thinking about the plot; Quirrell would bring the troll into the castle tonight, but Hermione probably wouldn't be going to the toilet.

Hermione is now friends with everyone, and they've all gotten used to her pointing and whispering; it's all just a joke and no one takes it to heart. So Hermione won't get so angry she'll hide in the bathroom and cry, and no one will be in danger at night.

Hermione, who was being nagged, was facing the feather teaching aid with a serious little face. She had previewed the spell before, but had not succeeded.

She did exactly as Professor Flitwick said, and after only a few times, her feathers began to tremble incessantly.

Ron gave up after a few tries; his wand was too old, and whether he could cast a spell depended on luck. Clearly, his luck wasn't good today.

Hermione has made the feather fly, and Professor Flitwick has given Gryffindor an extra 5 points for it.

Hermione wanted to give Ron some advice, "It's Yugadimurleviosa, not Yugadimurleviosa."

"Of course! I'll be more careful next time." Ron didn't want everyone to notice his wand, so he changed the subject. "Perhaps you should look at the others."

Loren didn't want the two to clash, and tried to make Hermione understand that it wasn't Ron's fault. "Ron's wand is holding him back; it's not a problem with the spell or his movements."

Hermione glanced at Ron's wand, which revealed a unicorn tail hair core, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice your wand."

"No, it's okay." Ron wasn't feeling well; feelings of inferiority lingered in his heart. He would rather people think that he hadn't followed the proper way to cast the spell, rather than noticing his wand.

Everything Ron owned was hand-me-downs from his older brother. He had no new clothes, no new textbooks, no wand of his own, and even his pet was left over from Percy.

He was fine at home, laughing and joking around all the time. He never blamed his parents; it wasn't their fault. His parents had done their best to support the family, and he could feel their love in every aspect of life.

After arriving at school, the constant comparisons with his classmates became a thorn in his side.

That feeling first arose when I bought snacks on the train, and it took root in my heart. Back then, I could comfort myself—this is the famous Harry Potter, it's normal for him to be rich.

Later, he discovered that it wasn't that his classmates were too wealthy, but that his own family was extremely poor. As a pure-blooded family, they were even more strapped for cash than Muggle children.

Compared to his older brother, he also seemed mediocre.

Bill was an excellent student, Charlie was the Quidditch captain and a prefect, Percy was also a prefect, and even the twins were doing well. Although they were mischievous, many professors liked them very much.

Before enrolling, he wanted to study hard and not bring shame to the Weasley name. However, at a magic school, the wand problem troubled him greatly.

He was mischievous and playful all the time, and his jokes and banter were just a way to cover up his inferiority complex.

Ron knew his friends wouldn't care, but he couldn't help thinking about it. He couldn't share his bitter feelings with anyone—not his parents, not his brother, not even his friends—he could only keep them bottled up inside.

Seamus was still experimenting with the feather when he noticed Ron looked a little down, assuming it was because the spell had failed. Seamus encouraged him, "Hey! Cheer up, bro. Watch me, this time it'll work."

After saying that, he loudly chanted the incantation towards the feather and pointed forcefully: "[Feathered Dimle Viosa]"

boom!

Seamus's talent kicked in again; the feathers exploded, turning Seamus's face black, and Ron's face was also blackened.

The students around him burst out laughing, which made Ron feel even worse.

……

At the Halloween banquet, the professors cast a spell on the ceiling, casting dark clouds over the castle and accompanied by lightning and thunder. This, combined with the jack-o'-lanterns floating in the air, created a truly spooky atmosphere.

On the table were lemon lollipops, cream chocolate balls, roast lamb, pan-fried steak, pan-fried sausages, and various kinds of pumpkin!

After smelling the aroma of pumpkin all day, it was finally time to eat. Loren scooped up a spoonful of stewed pumpkin, put the whole spoonful into his mouth, and the sweet pumpkin flesh was juicy and melted in his mouth.

Neville ate while talking about his Charms class, saying, "I think Professor Flitwick is the best professor."

Everyone was busy eating, and no one refuted his point of view.

Seamus stuffed the whole chicken leg into his mouth, just like Ron used to do. He wanted to challenge Ron to a contest.

Looking around, Seamus realized Ron was nowhere to be seen at the long table. He took out a chicken leg and mumbled, "Have you seen Ron?"

Harry said, "He said he wasn't feeling well and went to the bathroom, so he told me to go ahead." He paused, then added, "I think he hasn't been very happy since Charms class started; he wasn't very energetic when he was playing in the afternoon."

Loren's hand, which was eating, froze. "No way?"

boom!

Quirrell pushed open the restaurant door, rushed in, and stood in the center of the restaurant shouting:

"A troll! In the basement!"

"There's a giant in the basement!"

"..."

Before anyone could hear the last sentence, Quirrell fainted.

"what!"

Screams erupted, and the students erupted into chaos, with first-graders running around in all directions.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore shouted, his voice booming. He instructed the prefects to take their students back to their respective houses while he organized the professors to check on the situation.

Loren wanted to go and explain the situation to Dumbledore, but the dining hall was packed with people, making it impossible to get through. Everyone was rushing towards the entrance, with people from all four houses mixed together, and they pushed him towards the main entrance with the flow of people.

Dumbledore and the professors had already left through the side doors on either side of the main seating area.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, the crowd dispersed. Students from different colleges gathered and, led by their class leaders, headed towards their respective dormitories.

Loren and Harry exchanged a glance and reached a consensus: they still needed to find Ron.

Loren knew Ron would definitely encounter a troll, while Harry thought Ron was unaware of this and needed to be informed.

Loren wanted to have a backup plan, so he called to Seamus and Neville, "Go find the professor and tell him we went to the bathroom to see Ron!"

"Okay!" Simon and Neville didn't want to follow and cause trouble.

Loren and Harry quickly headed towards the toilet.

Hermione watched the two figures disappear into the distance, gripped her wand, and followed them.

As Harry rounded the corner, he heard footsteps. He looked up and saw a green cloak disappear down the stairs.

It's Slytherin clothing; only Snape would dress like that.

Harry wondered why Professor Snape wasn't with the other professors.

Before she could think further, Hermione caught up with them and said earnestly, "I'm with you because I upset Ron in Charms class. Giving unsolicited advice to others is not a friendly thing to do."

Harry didn't feel any urgency. He thought it was just a matter of going to the bathroom to call Ron. "It's okay, the troll is in the basement. Seamus and the others have notified the professor. There won't be any danger."

"By the time the professor arrives, I'm afraid Ron will have already been digested." Loren was in a hurry and planned to get to the toilet before the troll, trying to avoid a direct confrontation with it.

Loren already knew many magical creatures. Trolls had thick hides, high magic resistance, and great strength; even several adult wizards would have difficulty dealing with them, so these few weaklings had no chance of winning.

At least for now, the scene in the movie where someone uses a levitation spell to steal a giant's club and knock it unconscious is no different from someone sliding over a tiger and shoving it away.

(End of this chapter)