Chapter Eight

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Cedric hands me a pumpkin flavored cauldron cake.

"Happy Halloween," he says.

"Happy Halloween," I reply. We continue eating our food when Professor Quill runs in.

"TROLLS," he shouts. "THERE ARE TROLLS IN THE BASEMENT. I just figured you would like to know."

With that he faints. Almost everyone starts freaking out. Dumbledore calms everyone down and sends us to our houses. I see Harry and Ron sneak off. I slip away and follow them. I catch up as we turn around the corner. I spot the troll and push them against the wall. We watch it go into the girl's restroom.

"Hermione is in there," Harry informs me. We go in to see the troll is trying to wack her with a club. Harry and Ron go to distract the creature while I help Hermione out of the mess.

"Help," Harry pleads. He is being held upside down and is trying to avoid getting hit with the club. His wand is shoved in the troll's nose.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Ron shouts. The club floats above the troll's head and starts there. The creature looks around, trying to find it. Ron lets it fall, knocking the creature out cold. Harry gets up and pulls the wand out of its nose.

"Gross," he says. "Troll buggies."

I laugh a little at him. The professors run in.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor Snape asks. He is the potion teacher. He has oily black hair and dark brown eyes that are like black holes. The four of us is quite.

"I thought I could fight the troll by myself," Hermione says. "These three came to stop me. But when I didn't listen, they saved my life."

If I wasn't there for the actual event, I would have so believed her. Who knew the brain is also an actress?

"Well then," Professor McGonagall says. "Five points taken away from you Ms.Granger. And for you three, five points earned. Each. For sheer, dumb luck. Go to your dorms."

We leave and head to our houses. I go into the Hufflepuff house to find Cedric is sitting on the couch. He turns to face me as the door closes.

"Where were you?" He asks.

"Hermione needed help," I tell him. "The troll went after her."

"You took the thing on by yourself?"

"Harry and Ron helped."

"At least you're okay."

We say goodnight and I had to the girl's dormitory. I flop on my bed worn out.

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