October 31st, Halloween.
The morning of that day began with the smell of pumpkin. After completing my standard morning warm-up routine and taking a shower, I went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. And then there was a pumpkin. It's not a holiday yet, but a pumpkin is already everywhere. I can't say that I don't love her, no. I am as indifferent to her as to oatmeal. But was it possible to organize a regular breakfast too?
In the Charm class, Professor Flitwick finally decided that we had sufficiently learned the different basic movements with the wand and that we could finally get down to the practical part.
"And remember," he said from his pulpit, standing on an impromptu stand from Lockhart's books, "it is very important to pronounce the words correctly. Let's repeat this wonderful gesture. Easy, sharp, and whistling."
The professor demonstrated the gesture for Wingardium Leviosa and we all repeated it several times.
"Perfectly!" He said with a smile. "Now, let's get down to practice. Does everyone have feathers on their tables?"
"Yes!" A discordant chorus of voices rang out.
"Then let's get started."
Correct and not very verbal formulas began to be heard from all sides, the guys tried to do the gestures as best they could, and some just sat and looked at this theater of absurdity.
As if from a firecracker, the sharp sound of a light explosion forced me to look towards its source. Next to Harry sat Seamus Finnigan with a smoky face, and only the ashes of the feather remained on his desk. In the meantime, Ron was getting more and more enthusiastic, the waves of his wand became wider and wider, and his voice became louder. Now he is like a windmill waving his hand and, with a frenzied face, looks at the feather as an enemy of the people. Another movement and he almost knocked out Potter's eye. It's good that the boy is wearing "armor".
"Hey Ron, take it easy!"
"Sorry, buddy," the redhead calmed down.
I looked at Hermione and waited for her to speak out about this, but she just shook her head dejectedly, rolled up her sleeves, and concentrated. A moment's concentration and the girl began to wave her wand, saying:
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The pen immediately began to lift off the table, flying upward, obeying the movement of Hermione's wand.
"Oh! Miss Granger! A beautifully executed charms! Ten points to Gryffindor!" joyful Flitwick actively applauded.
At the end of the lesson, Ron even said something impartial about the girl, but now not that she is a nerd, but that she knows and does not help. Hermione was offended and wanted to run away, but I walked alongside her and grabbed her hand.
"Do not pay attention. There will always be such dissatisfied people. He will never admit that it is his fault that he lacks the necessary skills. It's easier to blame others."
"Of course," came a youthful voice from the side, lazily drawing out the words. "It's the Weasley, after all"
Draco Malfoy personally honored us with a line. True, he was in no hurry to continue the dialogue and immediately left our society in the company of Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy," surprisingly, in this one word, I managed to lay out my whole attitude towards him and Lucius. Hermione looked at me with interest but didn't ask me anything.
The whole day went on as usual. I sat next to Hermione at the gala dinner and was very little but glad of the current situation - she will not meet with the troll. Although this meeting could show ... Yes, it would not show anything. Even in canon, Hermione did not understand that the world of magic is not a beautiful fairy tale. Hmm, maybe she understood because she became friends with the Hero and his friend Ron. Oh, who would tell me what the characters in that tale were thinking?
In the middle of the feast, the doors suddenly opened, and a very amusing professor ran into the hall. Quirrell, out of breath, with his turban slightly knocked to one side, ran as if from fire, looked around, held the hem of his robe with one hand, and tried to straighten the turban with the other.
"Tro-o-o-oll!" He shouted. "Troll in the dungeons!"
His words had a better effect than Silencio, creating absolute silence at the tables of the Houses. Quirrell almost ran to the teachers' desk, who were already getting up. Here at Quirrell, "the battery" has run out, and he stopped, with difficulty moving his legs.
"Didn't you know?" He looked around with an unseeing glance. "I was in a hurry to inform you…"
After that, Quirrell collapsed to the floor unconscious. Several seconds of deathly silence were blown up by the many-voiced screams and panic of the students. This did not last long.
"S-I-L-E-N-C-E!" Dumbledore's voice resounded throughout the hall, abruptly interrupting the panic and commotion of the students. "Prefects, take the students to the common rooms. The professors and I will deal with the problem."
Of course, I think this indication is far from the most reasonable, but it does not matter. According to the bestiaries, it is relatively easy to deal with a troll. Even one fifth-year student will cope with the good luck, ingenuity, and timely detection of danger.
Percy led us to the common room, and all the way, the students of all ages looked around nervously, now and then clutching wands in their hands. It is not surprising that the Death Eaters easily overwhelmed the magical community. Everyone here is afraid of their own shadow, let alone a terrible dark magician ...
In the common room, the feast continued, so to speak. As soon as the students were safe, the fun atmosphere immediately returned, and the people recoiled a little from the shock. Someone bragging that he could have done it easily, although a moment ago, he almost had to change his pants. Someone was just glad that everything turned out okay, while someone noticed that Harry and Ron were not in the common room. But as soon as all began to worry, McGonagall appeared in the aisle to the common room, almost dragging two downcast idiots by the ears. What the hell?
It turned out that these two alternatively gifted ones flooded to look at the troll, and he almost killed them. Perfectly! I wonder what happens if I, purely hypothetically, kill Potter? How will Avada affect the Horcrux?