Chapter 9

While we were taking our walk towards the common room. We happen to smell something bad and turned the corner to see a Troll. It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.

I totally forgot that the Poltregist Myrtle was in Ravenclaw, and it would only make sense the bathroom she would inhabit would be on the way to the Ravenclaw tower thought Lothric as he reminded himself of his foolishness. Due to the loud sound, the group made turning the corner the Troll was easily able to hear them and hastily walked towards them. With a mighty roar, it charged towards the students, as some fell on their backs trying to retreat, some froze in shock, one hastily took out his wand and aimed it at the monstrosity.

"AVADA KEDAVRA," said the boy, as he thought how it must suck for Filch if he has to move and clean up the Troll, while also thinking that spell is more energy consuming than he thought.

Whilst everyone stared at the boy be it the Ravenclaw group, the two boys hidden at the end of the corridor, or the girl peeking out the bathroom. One girl, in particular, looked star-struck as she observed his tall-lean frame, deep black hair that was combed to the side, his agate colored eyes that seemed to hold the universe, his strong-defined facial features that showed how handsome he was, as he overlooked the area with the imposing yet charismatic aura he carries around. (readers request to describe what he looked like, I sorta cringed reading the description, don't @ me)

The students there quickly woke up from their stupor as they stared dumbfounded at the dead troll and at the boy who just casted an unforgivable curse.

"Bloody hell, he just casted an unforgivable curse. We need to tell the teachers!" yelled a red-haired boy

At that moment a sudden slamming and loud footsteps made the students lookup. They hadn't realized what a racket the Troll had been making, but of course, someone downstairs must have heard the crash and the troll's roar. . A moment later, Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell bringing up the rear. Quirrell took one look at the

troll, let out a faint whimper, and quickly leaned against the wall, clutching his heart.

Snape bent over the troll. Professor McGonagall surveyed the group but before she could speak, someone spoke.

"There appear to be no wounds here as if someone cast the killing curse on the Troll" said Snape

"What!" gasped Professor McGonagall "what happened here?' as she stared at the two Gryfindors.

"The boy over there casted the killing curse on the Troll" said the red-haired boy as he pointed to the boy in front of the Ravenclaw group.

"Mr. Farron follow me, the rest of you go to your common rooms and not a word of what happened here" barked Professor McGonagall, as she started to walk off. The rest of the students look confused as they slowly made their way to their common room, whilst some friends made up.

POV change-

"Ron, what's the big deal with the spell he just cast?" said Harry while they walked.

"You might not know this, since you were raised by muggles but the spell he just castes is known as the killing curse and is one of the three unforgivable curses that is strictly banned, if you are caught using it you will get sent straight to Azkaban. you-know-who was also famous for using the spell" responded Ron

"I heard that is extremely dark and only powerful wizards can cast it" Said Hermonie

'I bet he is a dark lord in the making, and the only reason the sorting hat took so long o sort him is that he threatened it to not put him in Slytherin." said Ron

"But he saved us, he couldn't be that bad" muttered Hermonie

POV change - back to Ravenclaw group

"I can't believe Lothric casted an unforgivable curse" Said Michael

"Me either" said another

"He only casted it to protect us though, it was self-defense" responded Amanda

"That's true, who knows what would've happened to use if he didn't" Said Terry

They walked in silence as the group made their way to the common room, as they deliberated on the recent course of events.

"You're right if anything happens, we got his back. we will, work with Slytherin to make sure he's not punished" Said Michael "We are the Royal Court aren't we" he said Jokingly.

"Yeah, you're right, we are the Royal Court" said the group as they thought of ideas to save their dear friend.

POV Change - to our dear MC

As I followed Professor McGonagall through the long and twisting corridors, it seems as if we had finally arrived at our destination. It was a stone gargoyle, once we arrived she seemed to say a name of a piece of candy, The gargoyle activated rotating up showing a staircase, what I had assumed to be the legendary Headmaster office. She said to follow her again as she lead me up the stone spiral staircase unto we saw a wooden door.

*Knock* *Knock*

*swoosh* the door opened to show a large and beautiful circular room, full of funny little noises. A number of curious silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tainted wizard's hat — the Sorting Hat.

"What do I owe the pleasure, Professor McGonagall? I take it you found and dealt with Troll." Said the legendary man known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the war hero and Headmaster of Hogwarts.