However, although Professor Snape's face was dark, he did not refute Professor McGonagall's words.
For example, Professor McGonagall’s extra points——
"Of course, the most important thing is that you are lucky. Not many first-year students can compete with an adult troll. For your bravery, wit, and great friendship, each of you will win 10 points for your own college.
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"In addition," Professor McGonagall looked at Lin An with soft eyes: "Excellent spell. Add 10 points to Slytherin."
"I will inform Professor Dumbledore about this, and you can leave first."
She looked at the smelly troll with disgust and said, "We still have to stay and deal with it."
The four students hurriedly walked out of the toilet and climbed the second flight of stairs without saying a word. Finally, they could no longer smell the stench of the troll.
Before leaving the house, Lin An passed by Professor Quirrell, and subconsciously, she caught Quirrell's eyes.
His brown eyes were dark, and then he shrank, but his face looked at Lin An expressionlessly.
Subconsciously, she shuddered, then quickly pushed Harry and ran out.
Ron breathed a sigh of relief:
"We should have won by more than 10 points..." he grumbled.
"Be content."
Lin An also took a deep breath: "After all, we were wrong first - this is not a game of brave men. No school is willing to bear the consequences of students having accidents at school."
"Besides," she winked, "you should be lucky that it was Professor McGonagall who graded it. If it had been Professor Snape, I'm afraid...ahem."
She cleared her throat and lowered her voice and said:
"Potter! Fifty points for your stupidity."
"Lin An, I hope you will use your precious little brain before doing anything next time. Slytherin does not want fools. But, I will add 50 points for your curse."
Hermione burst out laughing: "Okay, so it doesn't have anything to do with Ron and me, right?"
She looked at Ron.
The red-haired boy's face suddenly turned red:
"I'm sorry..." He muttered: "I mean you shouldn't take all the responsibility on yourself, I..."
He took a deep breath: "Anyway, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Hermione wiped her eyes: "You saved my life."
The fork in the road has arrived.
Going up is the Gryffindor tower, and going down through a corridor is the Slytherin cellar.
The four of them stood there, finally smiled at each other, and then hurried to their lounge.
The jeweled hourglasses of each college are displayed clearly up and down.
Harry, Ron and Hermione will return to Gryffindor to bring a wonderful, dancing troll battle.
And Lin An...
She rubbed her forehead with a headache.
Because Draco's tense body before leaving showed her that he was really angry.
The password for the cellar was the new "peak". Lin An walked into the lounge and found that almost all the students were staying in the lounge.
The glass above the head has been polished again with magic by everyone as a habit, and the hanging curtains have also been adjusted by the senior girls to the color according to their mood - today it is melancholic blue.
The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and the whole lounge was filled with warmth.
Prefect Hollens stood up first, then stared at Lin An gently with his sky-blue eyes, and bowed slightly:
