Harry and Ron crept through a side door, and watched through the crack in the door as the army slowly moved away, and when no one seemed to notice them, they breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the foyer the way they came, and rushed to the women's restroom the other way. Fearing being bumped into by others on the road, they tiptoed and looked back at the movements behind them from time to time.

As they turned a corner, they heard hurried footsteps in the hallway behind them.

"Oops, someone's coming!"

The two glanced at each other tacitly, and hurriedly chose a lewd corner at random, hiding their bodies behind the exhibitionist Fulham statue. They looked through the gap between the statue's legs, only to see that it was Snape who had caught up from behind, and he looked like he was in a hurry, and he quickly passed through the hallway where Harry and the others were, disappearing into the fork in the road ahead.

"What's wrong with him? Diarrhea to find a toilet? Harry said expectantly, his eyes full of malice, "Oh, come on, he's probably going the wrong way, that road should be leading upstairs at this point!" I wish he couldn't hold it while climbing the stairs~"

"Don't dream about it, Harry, Snape has been teaching Potions at school for more than ten years, how can he not even know the direction of the intersection? It's strange, isn't he the head of Slytherin, he doesn't look after the students in the common room at this time, what is he doing here......"

"I don't care what he does, let's go......" Harry stared at the statue's fat ass and lifelike two big legs, "and if I look at this shitty leg hair, I'm going to go crazy." ”

They waited a little longer, until Snape's footsteps faded into obscurity, and then their heads emerged from behind the statue where they were hiding, and with Snape's experience in the past, they chose another passage, and they walked gently forward on tiptoe, trying not to make a sound.

After a few more minutes, Ron suddenly stopped and looked at Harry with a strange look that made him a little baffled.

"Hmm~Harry! You're disgusting! ”

"What are you talking about?"

"You must have farted!" He covered his nose with a look of disgust. "Ahh This stinks! ”

"You talk nonsense! Why didn't I smell it...... Burst! ”

Harry excitedly took two steps forward to reason with Ron, but as soon as he inhaled, a foul smell suddenly entered his nostrils. Merlin is above, what a terrible breath...... Like the smell of thirty pairs of stinky socks soaked in a bucket for a month mixed with the deepest part of the septic tank, he pinched his nose in pain, and his mouth kept opening and closing, like a dying salted fish in the clearing.

"Ron... Let's be honest... Have you ever smelled such a connotative fart......"

“………… I'm sorry, but I blamed you. ”

They were being smoked backwards, trying to go the other way, when they heard a low grunt and the sound of huge soles of feet rubbing on the ground. Ron noticed that at the end of a passage to the left of the T-junction ahead, a behemoth was moving towards them. He quickly grabbed Harry, who was still trying to hold his breath, and quickly retreated into the darkness, watching it slowly walk into a piece of moonlight.

"......" The two people couldn't help but gasp and open their mouths in horror.

It was a horrible sight. It was twelve feet tall, its skin dull and gray as granite, its massive, stupid body like a pile of huge stones put together, topped with a small head more like a cocoa bean than his. Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and underneath are flat, thick, calloused feet.

It clutches a thick stick in its hand, or rather the trunk of a small tree, which, due to its long arms, drags on the ground and makes a salad sound.

The troll stopped at a door and peeked inside. It hesitated, seemed pleased with the environment of the room, then lowered its head and slowly slipped into the room.

"The key is in the keyhole," Harry whispered, "we can lock it inside." ”

"Good idea." Ron said nervously.

They turned sideways to the open door, their mouths feeling dry, hoping that the troll wouldn't come out of nowhere. Harry strode and grabbed the key in his hand, slamming the door and locking it securely.

"It's done!"

Their faces flushed with excitement from their victory, and they began to run back down the passageway, but, as soon as they reached the bend, they heard sounds that almost stopped their hearts—two terrible, terrified voices—from the room they had just been in.

"Oh, shit." Ron said, his face pale as the ghost of Baro the Bloody.

"That's the women's restroom!" Harry couldn't even breathe.

The two of them quickly ran back and began to twist the door of the toilet, clumsy and funny, and they rushed in—

Hermione and Parvati hugged each other tightly, huddled in the opposite corner, as if they were about to faint, the troll was approaching them, and as it walked, it impatiently removed the obstacles in front of it, and it violently pulled open the octagonal sink in the center of the room, and the water jets gushed out at once, twisting hoses and rubble all over the floor.

"Quick! Ron! Draw it in! Harry said as he ran to a corner of the room, picked up a rock and threw it at the troll. The stone landed on the troll's shoulder with unmistakable accuracy.

The troll stopped a few paces away from the girls, and it probably felt like it had been bitten by a mosquito. It was clumsy and she turned around, blinking stupidly, trying to see what the sound was coming from. Its little ugly eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then walked over to Harry, raising the stick in its hand.

"Hey, look at this!" Ron shouted from the other side of the room, throwing a metal pipe at the troll. The metal pipe didn't hit, but it slammed into the door of a toilet cubicle, making a screeching crash. It heard a loud noise, and stopped again, looking in the direction of the sound, but there was no one, so it turned its big ugly nose back to Ron, and Harry took the opportunity to circle behind it.

"Hurry! You two! Come on! Harry roared and tried to pull them up from the ground, but their legs were already limp with fright, and they still sat tightly on the wall, shaking and hugging each other. Harry gave up on the futility, turned his head and ran at the troll.

The shouts and echoes seemed to annoy the trolls. It roared suddenly, ignoring Harry's faint attack on him from behind, and continued to struder towards Ron.

Ron was closest to the troll, and he didn't have time to run to the gate a few meters away. He froze completely, unable to react at all.

At this point, Harry did something brave – but also stupid – to slow down the trolls.

He jerked forward, climbed onto the troll's body, and wrapped his arms around its neck in an attempt to strike its head directly. "Get out of there!" Ron woke up from a dream and pulled out his wand, but his mind was blank and he couldn't remember any spells!

It had almost sent itself to the troll, which was clawing at its neck, and Harry looked in horror at the oncoming giant hand, screaming and trying to jump off. He let go of the head that was hugging the troll, flustered...... The wand in his right hand inadvertently poked into the troll's ...... Nostril.

The troll roared in pain, writhing and waving its stick, and it threw Harry off in rage, his wand still in the troll's nostrils.

Harry's ass hit the ground so hard that he couldn't stand up in pain, and he could only watch in despair as the troll's raised stick was about to fall!

"Don't!" Parvati and Hermione screamed in unison, their eyes trying to close in horror.

“Furnunculus！”

At this critical moment, a red light flew out of the door, straight on the troll's chest, and the place where it was hit suddenly glowed with a burnt yellow color and a scorched smell, the troll's raised hand suddenly stiffened, it quickly let go of the wooden stick, and the wooden stick came out of its hand high, with a huge momentum across an arc, and smashed on a toilet cubicle. "Boom!" The door to the cubicle was easily crushed to the ground.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief as he quickly crawled away from the troll before looking out the door with surprise and gratitude.

Brandi stumbled through the door, clutching his wand in his pale hand. He didn't have the joy of hitting the target, only fear and solemnity. He knew that trolls couldn't be something that could be subdued so easily.

The troll's mouth let out a grooving squeal, and the Burn Charm burned a palm-sized charred mark on its chest, which wasn't serious, but it made the troll feel pain for the first time. It slapped itself on the chest a few times, dissipating the heat from the wound, and then fixed its gaze on the emaciated human standing in the doorway, the object in his hand giving the unwitted troll a sense of familiarity and danger.

"It hurts... Baby to... Get you back! The troll muttered a few words intermittently, and it slowly leaned towards Brandy, and pulled out a copper hose the thickness of a bowl from the ruins of the toilet.

His legs and stomach were shaking with nervousness, and for the first time he began to regret why he hadn't let the Sorting Hat teach him a few lethal spells before leaving, what could he do with the daily spells of Standard Spell Primary? Do you want to bathe a troll with a fountain of water? Even the Burn Spell (Roasted Hot and Spicy) is one of the few high-level curses in the first-grade spell books! But it can only make the troll suffer a slight burn!

By the way, the spell on the blackboard in Room 13 might do! But that requires not only lengthy gestures, but also the use of hyper magic prefixes... One time is enough to completely incapacitate Brandy, and he has to make sure he can hit the point with one hit!

How can I have enough time to put the spell in this's face......

Brandi gritted his teeth and thought quickly as he watched the troll's approaching figure. His eyes scanned the space, passing over Ron, who had not yet lost his combat capacity, and the panicked girls.

That's right, he still needs more helpers......