Chapitre 15: A Neville SI Chapter 15
A Neville SI Chapter 15
He was about to retort when the floor beneath them trembled slightly. A foul odour wafted through the corridor, seeping into the hallway and causing them both to wrinkle their noses.
"What's that smell?" Hermione asked, covering her mouth with a delicate hand.
Neville's eyes widened in alarm. 'It's here,' he thought, his heart pounding in his chest. "Shit!" he whispered, the urgency in his voice unmistakable.
"What's wrong?" she questioned, noticing his sudden change in demeanour.
He looked at her urgently, his expression grave. "We need to get out of here. Now."
Before she could respond, a low grunting noise echoed from around the corner, followed by heavy, dragging footsteps that reverberated through the stone floor as a towering figure entered the corridor they were in.
"Is that—" Hermione began, her face paling as realization set in.
….
Neville and Hermione stood frozen, their eyes locked on the towering figure that had just lumbered into the corridor. The troll was even more terrifying in person than Neville could have ever imagined. Standing at a staggering twelve feet tall with grey, warty skin, it exuded a stench so foul it was like being trapped in a neglected public loo. Neville felt his stomach churn, almost losing his dinner right there.
"Bloody hell," Neville muttered under his breath, eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief.
The troll dragged a massive wooden club along the stone floor, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly. Its small, beady eyes zeroed in on them, and it let out a low, guttural snarl.
Hermione began to hyperventilate beside him, her breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps.
"Stay calm," Neville whispered, more to himself than to her.
Without taking his eyes off the troll, he reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand. Slowly, they began to step backward, trying not to make any sudden movements that might provoke the creature.
"Just nice and easy," he murmured.
The troll, however, took a lumbering step forward, matching their retreat. Its eyes narrowed, and saliva dripped from its slack mouth.
"Not good," Neville thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
Suddenly, the troll let out a roar and swung its club horizontally. Neville reacted instinctively, yanking Hermione towards him and ducking. The massive club whooshed over their heads, smashing into the wall behind them. Bits of stone and shattered porcelain rained down as a nearby vase exploded on impact.
Neville's eyes widened at the sight. If they hadn't ducked, they'd have been crushed.
"Run!" he shouted, gripping Hermione's hand tightly.
They bolted down the corridor, the way they'd come. Neville glanced back over his shoulder. The troll, realizing it had missed, let out another roar and started after them, its heavy footsteps echoing ominously.
"He's gaining on us!" Hermione cried, panic lacing her voice.
"Just keep running!" Neville urged though he knew it was futile. The troll's strides were enormous; it would catch up in no time.
Sure enough, after only a few seconds, the troll was nearly upon them. Neville heard the rush of air as the troll swung its club down vertically.
"Watch out!" he yelled, pushing Hermione forcefully to the side. He dove in the opposite direction, pulling out his wand as he rolled.
The troll's club smashed into the floor where they'd just been standing, cracking the stone tiles and sending up a cloud of dust.
Neville scrambled to his feet, pointing his wand at the troll. "Flipendo!" he shouted.
A jet of red light shot from his wand and hit the troll square in the face. For a moment, he thought it might work, but the spell merely fizzled out against the troll's thick hide.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he groaned. "Of course it's spell-resistant."
Hermione had managed to get back on her feet. "Neville, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice shaking.
The troll shook its massive head as if annoyed by a pesky fly. Then it fixed its gaze on Neville and snarled, lifting its club once more.
"Move!" Hermione screamed.
Neville saw the club coming down towards him and leaped to his left, rolling across the floor to end up beside Hermione.
"Any brilliant ideas?" he panted.
"Trolls are resistant to most spells!" Hermione said frantically as they backed away. "We need to think of something else!"
Neville racked his brain. "In the original timeline, Ron knocked it out by dropping its own club on its head," he thought. "Worth a shot."
As the troll raised its club again, Neville pointed his wand at it. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted.
The club wrenched itself from the troll's grasp and floated upwards. The troll looked confusedly at its empty hand, then up at the club hovering above.
"Now!" Neville thought, and with a flick of his wand, he directed the club to drop straight down onto the troll's head.
The club crashed onto the troll's skull with a resonating thud. The creature groaned, staggering slightly and rubbing its head, but remained standing.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Neville exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "How did Ron manage to knock it out, and I can't? That's just… dumb!" he muttered to himself, feeling both baffled and mildly exasperated.
Just then, a voice called out from behind the troll. "Well, we've found the troll!"
Neville looked past the creature to see Harry and Ron skidding to a halt at the end of the corridor.
"Blimey, that thing is ugly," Ron remarked, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"Perfect timing," Neville muttered sarcastically.
"Help! Get someone!" Hermione shouted towards them.
The troll shook its head vigorously, then bent down to retrieve its club. Angered, it turned back to Neville and Hermione, eyes blazing.
"Watch out!" Neville yelled as the troll swung the club horizontally, its movements more erratic now.
He grabbed Hermione and pulled her down to the floor just as the club smashed into the wall above them, dislodging tapestries and cracking the stone.
"We can't keep this up," Neville panted, helping Hermione back to her feet.
The troll shook its head again, trying to clear the dizziness. Ron and Harry began picking up bits of broken stone and wood, hurling them at the troll.
"Oi! Over here, you great git!" Ron shouted.
"Yeah, that's right! Come and get us!" Harry added, throwing a piece of debris.
The troll turned its head slightly but seemed more focused on Neville and Hermione.
"Brilliant plan, lads," Neville thought sarcastically.
The troll roared, lifting its club high above its head, preparing to bring it down on them.
"Not again," Neville groaned.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harry sprinting towards the troll.
"What does he think he's doing?" Neville thought, alarmed.
"Harry, no!" Hermione screamed.
Realising Harry was about to get himself killed by doing something utterly daft, Neville acted without a second thought. He pointed his wand straight at Harry. "Flipendo!"
The spell hit Harry squarely in the chest, knocking him backward and away from the troll's reach.
"Stay back, you idiot!" Neville shouted. his voice frustrated
Turning back to face the troll, Neville saw the creature's massive club already swinging down towards him, and he had barely a moment to react. No time to dodge. Without a second thought, he raised his wand.
"Arresto Momentum!"
The club slowed dramatically mid-swing, halting inches above their heads, its weight suspended as if frozen in thick air. Neville felt his heart pounding as he stared up at the massive, hovering weapon.
But he didn't waste a second. Thinking fast, he grabbed Hermione's arm. "Move, now!" he urged, pulling her aside.
They scrambled out of the way just as the spell wore off, and the club crashed into the floor, sending shards of stone flying.
"Blimey," he muttered. Neville was breathing heavily, feeling the strain of casting overpowered spells. "I can't keep this up," he thought.
"Spells only seem to slow it down," Hermione said, her face pale. "We need another plan!"
Neville's mind raced. "Wait, if I can trip it..."
He pointed his wand at the troll's leg. "Flipendo!"
This time, he poured as much strength as he could into the spell. The force hit the troll's knee, causing it to buckle. The troll wobbled unsteadily before crashing face-first onto the floor.
The troll began to push itself up, shaking its head.
"Won't stay down for long," he muttered.
Scanning the corridor, Neville's eyes fell on a sword lying amidst the wreckage of a suit of armor behind the troll.
"That might do it," he thought.
He aimed his wand at the sword. "Accio sword!" hoping this time the spell would work
The blade trembled for a moment before flying through the air towards him. Neville caught it by the hilt just as the troll was getting back to its feet.
The troll turned to face him, the club at the ready.
"Alright, big fella," Neville muttered. "Let's see how you like this."
With a deafening roar, the troll swung its club downwards. Neville darted to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow. The club smashed into the floor beside him.
Using the momentum, Neville swung the sword at the troll's arm. The blade struck, but barely scratched the tough hide.
"Oh, that's just brilliant," he muttered under his breath, exasperated. "Might as well be trying to chop down a tree with a butter knife."
The troll, enraged, lashed out with its free hand. The massive fist connected with Neville's chest, sending him flying backward. He slammed into the wall with a sickening thud, the sword clattering to the ground beside him.
"NEVILLE!" Hermione screamed, rushing to his side.
He groaned, pain radiating through his back as he tried to push himself upright. "I'm... I'm alright," he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "Actually, no, that's a lie. I feel like I've been hit by the troll," he managed, attempting a weak smile to lighten the moment.
rubbing the spot on its arm where Neville had struck it. The troll began advancing towards them,
Come on, you've got to get up!" Hermione urged, her voice filled with desperation as she tried to pull him to his feet.
Neville shook his head weakly, wincing as he attempted to shift his weight. "Don't think I can," he murmured, pain lacing his words. "You… you need to go. Get yourself out of here."
Hermione's grip on his arm tightened she shook her head. "Not a chance," she replied fiercely. "I'm not leaving you."
Desperate, Hermione stepped in front of Neville, raising her wand. "Stay back!" she shouted, though her voice quavered.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Neville rasped. He needed to think of something, anything, to help them.
Harry and Ron were frantically searching for anything that might help.
"There's got to be something!" Ron exclaimed, rummaging through the debris.
Neville's eyes fell on the sword lying next to him. An idea sparked. Summoning his remaining strength, he tapped his wand against the sword. "Levioso," he whispered.
The sword lifted off the ground, hovering unsteadily.
"Come on," he urged, guiding it with his wand.
The troll was nearly upon them, raising its club once more.
"Now, for the tricky part," Neville thought.
"Hermione, get down!" he shouted. She dropped to the floor without hesitation, trusting him completely.
He directed the sword towards the troll's open mouth. "Depulso!"
The sword shot forward, plunging into the troll's gaping maw and embedding itself deep into its skull.
The troll's eyes widened in surprise. It let out a final, gurgling groan before collapsing backward, the ground shaking with the impact.
Silence fell over the corridor.
Neville slumped back, exhaustion washing over him. Hermione turned, her eyes wide.
"You... you did it," she whispered.
He gave a weak smile. "All in a day's work," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief, only for it to turn into a grimace as a fresh wave of pain rippled through him.
Ron approached the troll cautiously, giving it a poke with his foot. "Is it... is it dead?"
"I'd say so," Harry replied, staring at the lifeless creature.
"Is he alright?" Harry asked, rushing over with Ron.
Hermione knelt beside Neville, checking his pulse. "He's hurt, We need to get him to the Hospital Wing."
"Quickly," Hermione urged, glancing over her shoulder. "Help me lift him."
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
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