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Chapter 7: Halloween and Christmas

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Halloween and Christmas

Harry was sitting calmly eating dinner at the Halloween feast like the rest of the students when Quirrel came bursting through the door. The instant action caused Harry's hand to automatically make his way towards his dagger in an inner part of his robes. Harry relaxed as he saw quirrel announcing about a troll loose in the dungeons and fainted.

Harry narrowed his eyes as Quirrel fainted. He could easily pick out Quirrel faking the faint but it seems no one else picked up such a thing.

As everybody was silenced and ordered to make their way towards their common room, Harry parted ways with the Slytherin crowd. He knew once they reached the common room, they would all be frustrated and there was a high chance that he would end up hexed.

Harry had no place in mind as he made his way to another part of the dungeons, but carefully avoided any teachers. Turning around a corner, Harry found himself looking straight at the Troll. The Troll was coincidentally also looking straight at Harry.

Harry was caught off guard as the Troll suddenly swang his club at him. Luckily, his fast reflexes, honed by his training and martial arts allowed him to role out of the way, unscathed. The Troll steadied himself as Harry took out his dagger. He had yet to hurt anyone with the dagger and he found himself anxious for his first strike.

This time when the Troll swang his club in a vertical motion, Harry jumped to the side and in a flash brought down his dagger on the back of the hand of the Troll. It instantly released it's club and howled in pain before turning a darker green than it already was and fell on the ground.

Harry went to check up on the troll and found it dead. He didn't think the wound on it's hand was enough to kill it, but apparently, his dagger hid many secrets. Harry looked amazedly at his dagger for a few moments before the reality of the situation stuck him. If the teachers found out, they would question how the Troll was poisoned and it would lead them to his dagger. He needed to do get out of here and fast.

Harry was still running when he reached the Slytherin common room. Most of the students were relaxed by now and no one noticed him slipping in. Quietly as possible, Harry made his way to the dorms and was asleep soon.

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Harry sighed as he made his way towards the Quidditch pitch, thankfully, no one knew that he had killed the Troll. The teachers had been vary at first about another monster in the school but soon they calmed down. Meanwhile, The rumor mill had been running high for the students. Most claimed that Snape had somehow killed the Troll using dark arts. Speaking of Snape, the Potions Master would sometimes give Harry an odd glance but then he would shake his head as if thinking of something utterly stupid.

Harry meanwhile, did more to stay and remain unnoticed than ever. Which also resulted in him getting less hexed. Harry was thankful at those times that he didn't attend the other classes. That would have just put him on the spotlight, ready to be hexed. But then again, if he had been capable of attending the other classes, he would also have been capable of blocking the hexes. Harry shook his head to clear those depressing thoughts.

Turning to the matter at hand, the Quidditch Match with Gryffindor. Harry looked down at the school broom in his hand with disdain. He probably had enough money to buy a better broomstick, but he was not going to waste it for something as stupid as a sport. But this match would also decide how the Slytherins would treat him for the rest of the year. (or at least until the next match) Flint had made sure Harry knew the consequences of losing enough times.

As the match started, Gryffindor scored within a minute making most of the stands, erupt in cheers. Harry watched for a while as Gryffindor practically thrashed Slytherin. The gryffindor chasers were fast and very well coordinated. Their keeper had saved ninety percent of the shoots his way. And their beaters were even making life hell for the tough bunch that were the Slytherins. Of course their bludgers had yet to touch him but there had been a few close calls. The only thing lacking in the Gryffindor team, he saw, was their seeker. He was simply too distracted watching the game than the snitch.