Chapter 11 ruthless [Edited]
In the late afternoon
Filius Flitwick was teaching students from the Gryffindor and Slytherin houses how to cast one of the basic spells that all witches and wizards knew.
Wingardium Leviosa was the spell used to levitate objects.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting beside each other in the front row, with white feathers in front of them.
"Do you all get the feather?"
Flitwick inquired.
While Ron was bored in class, Hermione displayed her feather, and Harry? being Harry
"All right, then, let's get started with the lesson." Remember the hand gesture we already learned. Wingardium Leviosa, please repeat after me."
Flitwick demonstrated how they should move their hands and asked them to repeat after him.
Everyone chanted after Flitwick made such a loud noise in the room.
"...Wingardium Leviosa..."
Harry practiced normally, but the person next to him
"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!!!"
So potent! Ron used everything he had to chant this spell, and he swung his wand through the air as if it were solid.
"Ron, stop! Do you want to use that stick to smack someone? You're saying it incorrectly. It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa; keep the 'gar' long."
Ron didn't like Hermione bossing him around, so he told her.
"You do it, then, if you're so clever."
"Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa"
Hermione got it right, and the feathers slowly levitated away from the table.
When Professor Flitwick saw this, he was overjoyed and lavished praise on Hermione.
And this made Ron feel betrayed and envious.
After the class
Walking together are Harry, Ron, and Neville. Ron recalls Hermione from the class.
He laughed and spoke behind her back. It was natural for a kid who was unhappy with his family to be a jerk.
He referred to her as a friendless bitch, which is correct, but not something he should discuss openly.
Hermione heard everything, was hurt, and sobbed her way to who knows where.
At night, inside the Great Hall
present-day is Halloween, and there will be a feast to commemorate the occasion.
Hermione didn't show up, but Harry and Ron didn't seem to notice or care.
Even the great dumbledore did not notice the anomaly in this great hall.
Two people were hiding in front of Harry and Ron, using an advanced invisibility spell.
"Now I know why my younger self will die; these two didn't seem to care that she didn't show up."
Hermione told Sullivan, who was happily eating chocolate cake and butterbeer, that he didn't realize it was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating.
"These guys didn't appear to care about her, but I do." Okay, let's go to the restroom and beat up the troll before your younger self gets hurt."
Hermione nodded her head, but not before
She used Slugulus Eructo on Ron; she could differentiate, but she did it for her younger counterpart rather than herself.
Ron began to vomit slugs, which surprised everyone around him.
Hermione led Sullivan to the restroom. She was aware of its location. She went to the great hall before going to the toilet because they had to go this way first before going to the toilet.
She needed to know if Quirinus Quirrell was already there so she could make changes to the plan.
Sullivan conjures up images of desert eagles and granates.
Granates, on the other hand, sapped him of much of his magical power. It depleted him more than he used it to summon more than ten guns.
Despite his large reserve, he could make about a hundred granates before becoming tired but not exhausted.
They didn't even need to use the restroom before they ran into the troll and, surprisingly, Quirrell.
He held it in place with a chained collar.
Quirrell felt something and turned to look around the corridor, but he didn't see anyone.
He shook his head before attempting to free the troll from the poor girl inside the toilet, but not before hearing a word of death.
"Diffindo…"
Quirrell had no idea what had happened to him, but his body slowly split apart, and blood poured out of him like a river.
Diffindo was used by Hermione to assassinate Quirrell.
She, who witnessed and took part in the war against the dark lord, was ruthless enough to kill without remorse.
Sullivan shut his eyes. Killing an animal was one thing, but killing a human was quite another.
Hermione then cast the spell to dispose of the corpse.
The dark lord's spirit screamed before disappearing, not knowing who killed his vessel.
"You can open your eyes now, Sol."
Hermione looked worriedly at Sullivan. He knew exactly what she was thinking. She was afraid he would have a negative opinion of her.
She was afraid he would regard her as a cold-blooded murderer.
"Are we really going to beat the troll now?"
Hermione looked at Sullivan; his eyes were still the same; nothing had changed.
She was relieved and happy because she knew he knew what she was thinking and why he did what he did.
"Do you want to be the one who saves the damsel in distress?"
"Hell yeah, I do!"
After all, he was prepared to face the troll for the entire week.