CH 7 The Troll
We were walking back into our common room when suddenly, we heard a voice screaming.
'Troll! Troll in the toilet, troll in the toilet!'
'Let's get back into the common room, trolls are really stupid, probably people playing jokes.' I said, 'What?
'Hermione, she doesn't know!' said Harry. We ran to the toilet to save Hermione.
'But Harry, this is the girl's bathroom, oh well, let's just go.'
'But we went in many times, to the other bathroom, it makes no differences.' said Harry.
'Wicked! Hermione, Hermione, where are you? Are you there? Hermione, we've come to save you!' I yelled. We opened the door and saw'
'Moaning Myrtle! But where's Hermione?' asked Harry.
'I don't know, but I think this is the wrong toilet, I was sitting here thinking about death, and a book came flying through the top of my head.' she replied.
'Oh, thanks, yep, we'll be going.' said Harry.
'Go? I think not, you haven't throw books at me yet.' she continued.
'Oh I'll not be throwing.' said Harry flatly.
'Oh, alright then, just go, don't bother to come throw books at me anymore, just let the poor Moaning Myrtle throw books at herself. Do, do, do...' she said. When we left the toilet, we met Hermione outside.
'Oh where were you? I waited for you to come and save but you didn't, I had to fight the troll myself and dirtied my robes. Look at the mess it made to me. Arrrgggg...!' she shouted when she saw them.
'Oh, we went to the wrong bathroom.' said Harry.
'Really?' I asked.
'You were there, you saw that!' said Harry.
'Wicked, I didn't know.' I said.
'What are you two talking about?' asked Hermione, 'I've dirtied my robes, now I have to clean 'em, Wattlebird!' The Fat Lady swung open and we climbed in. We admired Harry's second broomstick far a while.
'Here, it's yours, you deserved it for being my best friend.' said Harry.
'No, I can't take it, it's yours.' my ears turned pink.
'No, you have it, take it, as you christmas present, besides I already have one.'
'Thanks!' I said admiring it, 'Wicked!'
'Let's go and find Hagrid, I haven't seen him for a while already.' suggested Harry. We ran down to Hagrid's hut and knocked very loudly on the door, but no one answered, we only heard Fang's loud barkings
'Do you think he's in there?' I asked.
'No either.' Harry answered.
'Wicked!' I said.
'Hey Harry! Di-didn't you hear? Hagrid's been taken to Azkaban!' Hermione shouted breathlessly from the school gate. They think he's the one who kept a dragon under his bed.'
'Bloody hell! He is the one who kept a dragon under his bed!' I said.
'How'd you know.' asked Hermione.
'My father works in the ministry of magic, some muggled reported seeing a really big man walking around with a dragon, it's been taken to Rome. My brother's studying dragons there.'
'So! That brainless oaf's in azkaban? For having a dragon under his bed?' came a drawling voice from behind them. It was Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. They are both a head taller than Malfoy, Crabbe was the tallest.
'Shut up Malfoy!' Hermione snapped.
'Well, look, a mudblood's talking, and don't come near me.' said Malfoy.
'You'll pay for that one Malfoy.' I raised my wand.
'What's happening, oh Mr Weasley. No magic allowed in corridors.' came Professer Mcgonall's voice.
'But this is not-' I said. She gave gave me a look that made me said no more.
We were walking back into our common room when suddenly, we heard a voice screaming.
'Troll! Troll in the toilet, troll in the toilet!'
'Let's get back into the common room, trolls are really stupid, probably people playing jokes.' I said, 'What?
'Hermione, she doesn't know!' said Harry. We ran to the toilet to save Hermione.
'But Harry, this is the girl's bathroom, oh well, let's just go.'
'But we went in many times, to the other bathroom, it makes no differences.' said Harry.
'Wicked! Hermione, Hermione, where are you? Are you there? Hermione, we've come to save you!' I yelled. We opened the door and saw'
'Moaning Myrtle! But where's Hermione?' asked Harry.
'I don't know, but I think this is the wrong toilet, I was sitting here thinking about death, and a book came flying through the top of my head.' she replied.
'Oh, thanks, yep, we'll be going.' said Harry.
'Go? I think not, you haven't throw books at me yet.' she continued.
'Oh I'll not be throwing.' said Harry flatly.
'Oh, alright then, just go, don't bother to come throw books at me anymore, just let the poor Moaning Myrtle throw books at herself. Do, do, do...' she said. When we left the toilet, we met Hermione outside.
'Oh where were you? I waited for you to come and save but you didn't, I had to fight the troll myself and dirtied my robes. Look at the mess it made to me. Arrrgggg...!' she shouted when she saw them.
'Oh, we went to the wrong bathroom.' said Harry.
'Really?' I asked.
'You were there, you saw that!' said Harry.
'Wicked, I didn't know.' I said.
'What are you two talking about?' asked Hermione, 'I've dirtied my robes, now I have to clean 'em, Wattlebird!' The Fat Lady swung open and we climbed in. We admired Harry's second broomstick far a while.
'Here, it's yours, you deserved it for being my best friend.' said Harry.
'No, I can't take it, it's yours.' my ears turned pink.
'No, you have it, take it, as you christmas present, besides I already have one.'
'Thanks!' I said admiring it, 'Wicked!'
'Let's go and find Hagrid, I haven't seen him for a while already.' suggested Harry. We ran down to Hagrid's hut and knocked very loudly on the door, but no one answered, we only heard Fang's loud barkings
'Do you think he's in there?' I asked.
'No either.' Harry answered.
'Wicked!' I said.
'Hey Harry! Di-didn't you hear? Hagrid's been taken to Azkaban!' Hermione shouted breathlessly from the school gate. They think he's the one who kept a dragon under his bed.'
'Bloody hell! He is the one who kept a dragon under his bed!' I said.
'How'd you know.' asked Hermione.
'My father works in the ministry of magic, some muggled reported seeing a really big man walking around with a dragon, it's been taken to Rome. My brother's studying dragons there.'
'So! That brainless oaf's in azkaban? For having a dragon under his bed?' came a drawling voice from behind them. It was Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. They are both a head taller than Malfoy, Crabbe was the tallest.
'Shut up Malfoy!' Hermione snapped.
'Well, look, a mudblood's talking, and don't come near me.' said Malfoy.
'You'll pay for that one Malfoy.' I raised my wand.
'What's happening, oh Mr Weasley. No magic allowed in corridors.' came Professer Mcgonall's voice.
'But this is not-' I said. She gave gave me a look that made me said no more.