Chapter 81

It turned slowly over as the troll dumbly stared at the floating weapon, and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.

Ping!

Quest Success!

Save Hermione and defeat the troll! BONUS: Keep the troll alive

Rewards,

6000 exp

10 house points

BONUS Reward: Skill book added to inventory!

Harry got to his feet, shaking and out of breath. He'd fought much more dangerous creatures, but this was somehow more difficult than all the others before it. Looking back, his Gamer's Mind easily highlighted a dozen ways he could have easily won. Hindsight was, in his case, twenty twenty.

Due to surviving a dangerous situation, your physical endurance has levelled up twice.

Physical Endurance, Lv-11 (12%)

Your Body's durability increased and you take less damage.

33% less damage from physical attacks

Ron was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done. Dean was at Harry's bleeding hand with worry.

But it was Hermione who spoke first.

"Is it…dead?"

Harry observed it.

Mountain Troll (Status: Unconscious)

HP:1800/1800

MP:50/50

I don't think so," said Harry, pulling out the splinter in his hand and holding a clenched up piece of his robe upto it to stem the blood, "I think it's just been knocked out. Any of you hurt?"

"Some small bruises. Nothing bad." Dean assured.

Ron chuckled and looked at Hermione, "Guess you were right Granger. It is LeviOsa, not LevioSA."

Hermione snorted, before turning serious. "Thank you. All of you. I don't kno-"

A sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the three of them look up. They hadn't realized what a racket they had been making, but of course, someone somewhere must have heard the crashes and the troll's roars. A moment later, Professor McGonagall came bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Flitwick bringing up the rear.

Professor Snape bent over the troll. McGonagall was looking at Ron, Harry, and Dean, her lips white with fury. "What on earth were you thinking of?"

Flitwick wasn't far behind. They'd never seen him so angry before. "You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitories?"

Harry noticed Hermione about to open her mouth. Realizing that this could potentially piss the teachers off, he intervened.

"Please, Professor McGonagall. They were looking for me."

Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look.

"Mr. Potter!" Flitwick exclaimed.

With Dean's help, Hermione had managed to get to her feet at last. All three of them couldn't keep the shock off their faces.

"I wasn't at the feast because of…what I told Professor Flitwick in the morning about," McGonagall and Flitwick's eyes softened at this. Snape, on the other hand, was almost smirking.

"They noticed I wasn't there when the troll was announced and came looking. The troll had trapped me in the bathroom Professor! If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. They were all really brave and Dean distracted the troll and Ron knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to find anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived," Harry rattled off in a single breath.

Ping!

You just leveled up a skill you sly beast!

Bullshitting Lv-5 (5%)

A combination of lying and the truth said in a very confident manner!

Harry willed the screen away.

"Well….in that case…" said Professor McGonagall, staring at the four of them.

"Mr. Potter, show me your hand." Harry gave his bleeding hand to Snape, and the man muttered a spell over the wound, "Vulnera Sanentur." Much to Harry's relief, it closed up.

Flitwick spoke, "If you're not hurt any more, you'd better get off to your dormitories. Students are finishing the feast in their houses."

They turned to leave and briskly started walking. Dean, Ron and Hermione were giving him impressed looks, when suddenly Professor McGonagall called after them, "Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win five points for your houses. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this."

"That was…something else. You were amazing. We didn't even get points taken off." Dean said once they were out of earshot.

They reached the intersection where they were to part into their respective dormitories.

"So…you play chess?" Ron asked the Ravenclaws awkwardly. Harry shook his head while Hermione nodded.

"We could play each other someday. Bet you haven't seen wizard's chess yet." Dean offered.

They all agreed, and after some awkward goodbyes, they left for their common rooms. But from that moment on, any animosity that was between them disappeared. There were some things you couldn't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a fifteen-foot mountain troll was one of them.

Apparently a highly dangerous creature loose on Hogwarts Grounds wasn't all that uncommon, since the Forbidden Forest lay inside the Hogwarts wards and the creatures often stumbled into the grounds, and other than the occasional random rumor that sprung up about how Harry had vaporized the troll with his laser eyes, the entire shiding was all but forgotten by the next evening.

His skill book had ended up giving him a pretty good skill.

Iron Fist, Lv-1 (40%)

A single, hard as all heck, punch with a 100% accuracy. Remomancy may be used to enhance the punch.

Special moves:

Pyro Fist - A flaming fist of fury to destroy opponents. 50% chance giving Burn status to enemy.

Cost-30MP

Geo Fist - Earth covers your hand, causing damage to be devastating to the opponent.

Cost-50MP

The weather had turned very cold very fast. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake looked like chilled steel. In the morning the ground was covered in frost. Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaver skin boots.

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