"Trolls - in the basement classroom - I think I should tell you ......" With that, Quirrell slumped forward, ready to fall to the ground and pretend to faint. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But... Neville's fresh vomit was spread not far in front of him, and Quirrell, who had pounced halfway forward, noticed the stall on the ground at this time, and wanted to stand up against gravity, but he was afraid that Dumbledore would see through his intentions, so he awkwardly fell on the vomit with his head on the ground, and even slipped out of it......

Seeing this scene, Roger's eyes lit up: "Oops, this scene...... I thought of another joke, about eating vomit ......"

This time, Ron, Seamus and others, who had just held back and didn't vomit, also vomited......

Now the restaurant is a complete mess, because of the fear of screaming, standing up and trying to run away, being stimulated by Roger to vomit all over the ground... The scene was very lively.

Dumbledore stood up and drew his wand to his throat: "Quiet!"

His voice resounded like thunder throughout the auditorium, and the panicked students stopped their movements and looked over.

"Please don't panic. Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the students, he took away his wand and said in a low voice, "The prefects immediately bring the students of their own academy back to the dormitory. ”

Percy walked to the front and led the way: "First graders come with me, don't get separated." As long as you listen to me, you don't have to fear any trolls. ”

Roger hung at the end, glanced at Quirrell who was still on the puddle of filth, and sneered secretly: "I thought I could learn a lesson and change to a stronger ......"

"What did you say?" asked Hermione, who heard movement in front of her, and turned back.

"It's nothing..."Roger said casually, then grabbed Hermione and Harry's arms, swept around the people around, and whispered, "This is a good opportunity for actual combat, we should go over and join in the fun." ”

"What? no!" Hermione reacted loudly, "That's against the school rules... And the professors will figure it out. ”

"After learning so many spells on your own, you don't want to test your skills?" Roger persuaded with half-squinted eyes, "and there are a lot of offensive spells that we don't actually have to cast. Trolls are stupid enough to explode, making them a perfect practice target. ”

Hermione bit her lip and hesitated.

"Harry, are you going?" Roger went to ask Harry's opinion again, "If you don't speak, I'll assume that you agree." ”

Harry opened his mouth, but was interrupted before he could speak. That's a big difference......

"Let's go... If we can't beat it, we can run, and with the heavy size of the troll, it is impossible to catch up. Roger pulled them into their own hands, blended into the Hufflepuff crowd, and walked in the other direction.

Neither of them struggled, they still craved adventure inside.

Slipping through the empty side hallway, Harry whispered, "How did you say the trolls got in?"

"Trolls are ridiculously stupid," said Roger, "someone must have put them in on purpose to have some fun on Halloween Eve." ”

Hearing this, both Hermione and Harry turned their heads to Roger and looked at him questioningly.

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Roger frantically said, "If I could find a troll, I wouldn't put it in the underground classroom!"

"Yes, indeed...... If it were you, the troll would have rushed straight into the auditorium. The two nodded together.

Roger: "......"

As soon as he turned the corner, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

"Someone!" Roger lowered his voice, pulling Hermione and the others behind a large statue of the Griffin. Looking from behind the stonework, Snape quickly walked through the hallway and disappeared from sight.

"What is he doing?" asked Harry in a low voice, "why didn't he act with the other teachers?"

They followed Snape's footsteps as they faded away, creeping down another hallway, trying not to make a sound.

He was walking upstairs. Hermione said, glancing in Snape's direction.

But Roger interrupted her, as a foul smell wafted over her, like the smell of a smelly sock mixed with a public toilet that no one had ever cleaned. Then there was a muffled grunt and the sound of huge soles of feet dragging on the ground.

"Attention, the troll must have come. ”

At the end of one of the passages on the left, a large shadow was reflected on the wall, moving slowly this way.

Trolls are native to Scandinavia, but in recent years they have also been found in parts of the United Kingdom, Ireland, and Northern Europe. Generally, there are three types of mountain monsters, forest monsters and water monsters.

The monster in front of them was clearly the largest and most dangerous mountain monster in front of them.

Roger saw that the mountain monster was at least more than three and a half meters tall, its skin was dull and gray like granite, its huge and stupid body was like a huge piece of mud, and the head on top of it was ridiculously small. The short legs are as thick as a tree stump, and underneath them are large feet that are flat and cocooned. It clutched a thick wooden stick in its hand, the head of which dragged to the ground.

Instead of seeing them, the troll stopped by a door and peeked inside.

"That's the women's restroom. Hermione murmured.

yes, according to the plot, you should have cried in that toilet all afternoon right now. Roger secretly slandered himself.

With Malfoy's experience in the past, Ron didn't have the audacity to say that Hermione wasn't.

Roger drew his wand and gestured to the two of them, motioning for them to follow.

Hermione's face was pale, and she couldn't help but beat a drum when she saw the huge size of the troll.

Harry's mouth was half-open, trying to slow his breathing.

Getting closer, Roger waved his wand and first released a control spell: "All petrified!"

The troll's whole body stiffened visibly, but it quickly returned to normal, and its small pitiful head turned to look at the three little people not far away.

"Come on, don't be afraid, it's still far away. Let go of all the offensive spells you can think of!" Roger stood beside Hermione and Harry, encouraging them.

"Faint!"

"There are many obstacles!"

The troll shook slightly, its attention completely absorbed, and it dragged its wooden stick and walked towards it with its huge, heavy paws, as slow as an ordinary person walking.

Roger pulled the two of them back a few steps: "Keep a good distance, don't stop the spell." With the troll's intelligence, you can't think of throwing a stick at us. ”

"Strength is loose!"

"Hurry up and be imprisoned!"

"Eyes like thorns!"

"Bat in your arms!"

The eye curse behind caused trouble for the troll, and it covered its eyes tightly with a painful wail, the bats summoned by the bat spirit spell were tantamount to itching for the troll.