The glassy-eyed troll wobbled and staggered a couplesteps.
"Kira! The professor's free! I couldn't hold him anylonger!"
"What?!"
This startled Kira's attention and as her gaze went fromthe big hairy man to the now-free professor, so did the club's motion move fromwhacking the troll to head to where she was now looking. Regrettably, the clubwas already on a downward motion.
BAM!
The now glassy-eyed professor wobbled and staggered acouple steps and bumped into the big hairy man.
Professor Quirrell, the smaller of the two, fell overfirst, mostly unconscious except for that nagging little itch in the back ofhis turban that knew something was wrong. The folds of the turban shifted a bitand Riddle was able to see the large troll take one more staggered step beforefalling over with a loud thump.
Right on top of him.
"Kira, you think Professor Quirrell is okay withthat big hairy guy on him?"
"I think so," she replied to Paul. "He'sstill breathing at least."
"Good thinking, Kira," Felicity complimented."How did you ever think to use that spell on that big hairy man?"
"Well when I saw him, our DADA class lesson fromyesterday popped into my head. For some reason I just thought of whatapprentice Potter said about using everyday spells to disable opponents. Heeven talked about what to do in case you ever met a troll in a hallway. Usefulidea he had, I have to give him credit for that."
"I wonder what a troll looks like," Robin said,looking at the two sleeping forms.
"Well, whatever they look like," Paulcommented, holding his nose, "I hope they smell better than that big hairyguy. He really stinks."
"C'mon, guys," Kira started. "We betterfind another professor and report we stopped a burglar."
"A big, hairy, stinky burglar," Paul put in.
"You said it," Felicity agreed.
"You know, I feel kind of bad about knockingProfessor Quirrell out with that club. You think we should bring him some icecream in the infirmary when he's better?"
"Don't see why not," Robin said. "He mustlike it since he kept saying it over and over."
"Oh, I just had a great idea! Let's get him somevanilla ice cream…"
"… rarr?"
BAM!
"Right. Let's get some vanilla ice cream and someGummy worms to put in it. I'm sure he'd like it."
"What're Gummy worms?"
"Oh, you pure-bloods crack me up," Kira grinnedat her friends. "After the feast, I'll give you some. I've got some backin my room that I brought from home."
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Friday, November 1st, Gryffindor Common Room
Harry sat in one of the chairs looking at the embers of thefire. It was nearly 3am and he couldn't help but think what could have happenedto the students who had encountered the troll. He was so focused on Hermionethinking that she was the nexus here for the troll that he didn't even consideranyone else meeting the troll first. He had planned on simply blasting its headoff and obliviating anyone who saw him do it. Or maybe not. He didn't know now.
What he did know is that while glad that his lessons inDADA had paid off for those students, he needed to quit clowning around and getoff his duff. He needed to work on a way to get rid of Quirrell without anyonenoticing it was him. He could simply shoot the professor with a redactor, butthen the school would be crawling with aurors and an air of fear would startup. Harry certainly didn't want that as eventually it would get on his nervesand something would happen to give his abilities away.
No, he needed to come up with a better plan. Something toget rid of the man and make it look like an accident or…
Neville.
He needed to get Neville involved. After all, it was timefor the little monkey to start living up to his reputation.
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