While Clark and Hermione were talking about their ideals in the restroom, the feast in the hall had already begun.

Harry and Ron had completely forgotten about Clark and Hermione's existence, and were in the festive cheer, munching on their desks and eating to their heart's content.

Ron holds a chicken leg in one hand and a piece of simmered beef with a fork in the other, stuffing it into his mouth, and his cheeks are fuller than a hamster.

Harry scooped a bowl of steamed cheese mashed potatoes with a spoon, the mellow gravy and the spicy stimulation of black pepper and the drawn-out cheese were simply addictive.

But just as they were having their time, there was a bang, and the door to the auditorium was pushed open, and Professor Quirrell, dressed in loose robes and a long scarf on his head, stumbled in.

"Trolls! Trolls ...... in the basement classroom"

The sound of panic resounded throughout the auditorium, and before the people arrived, the voices arrived first.

He wore his big turban crookedly, and ran to the front of Dumbledore's pulpit under the gaze of everyone, and before he could say anything more, he was so excited that he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a "uh" sound, fainting.

That action was straight and straight, and because he was worried about hitting the master, he deliberately let his face hit the ground, which made it hurt to watch.

"Boom-"

The auditorium was in turmoil, and Ron was so nervous that he threw away the chicken thighs and steak in his hand, knocking over the mashed potatoes in front of Harry, causing the gravy to splash everywhere.

"Bang-bang-"

Professor Dumbledore had to raise his rifle and fire two shots into the air...... Oh, no, it was the raising of his Elder Wand that unleashed a few strings of purple explosive fireworks that silenced everyone.

"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "bring the students of the various houses to the dormitories at once!" ”

Percy's heart blossomed, and it was time for him to behave again.

"Follow me! Don't get scattered, first-graders! As long as you do what I tell you, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls! Okay, follow me closely. Let's go, first-graders want to go! I beg your pardon, I'm a prefect! Don't push me! ”

"How did the trolls get in?" As they made their way up the stairs, Harry asked, confused.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, but trolls should be surprisingly stupid." Ron said, "Maybe Peeves put it in to add a little fun to Halloween." ”

It was only at this time that Harry realized that Clark was missing, because it stands to reason that Clarke, who liked popular science explanations, should have answered him, not the silly Ron.

"Where's Clark?" Harry looked up, stood on tiptoe, and looked around, and there was no Clark in the mess around him.

"Ron, did you see Clark?" He hurriedly grabbed Ron's arm, "Clark is gone!" ”

This made Ron stunned for a moment, "Is it gone?" Are you sure he didn't go first? ”

The messy and panicked little wizards crowded and shoved in different directions, all desperate to get back to the safety of the academy lounge.

Harry and Ron walked through it, squeezing through a crowd of bewildered Hufflepuff House students.

"No, I remember, Clark didn't come to the Halloween party with us in the first place." Harry reacted suddenly, "And Hermione, Clark must have gone to comfort Hermione, they don't know about the trolls yet." ”

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, well," he said decisively, "but it's best not to let Percy see us. ”

They bury themselves and blend back into the Hufflepuff crowd, avoiding the Gryffindor prefect's gaze and heading in the other direction.

After sneaking through an empty side porch, they hurried to the women's restroom on the second floor, where Hermione's roommate had mentioned that she had been hiding there crying, and that Clark might be staying there with her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they turned the corner, they heard a rush of footsteps behind them.

"Percy?" Ron lowered his voice and pulled Harry behind a large stone sculpture of a sphinx.

They looked behind the stonework, only to see that it was not Percy, but Snape. He walked through the hallway, his robes windy, and disappeared from their sight.

"What is he doing?" Harry asked in a low voice, "Why didn't he go with the other teachers and find that troll?" ”

"How do I know! I'm not Clark. Ron said angrily.

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

"He's heading to the fourth floor." Harry said, but Ron raised his hand.

"Can you smell anything?"

Harry sniffed, and a foul stench crept into his nostrils, the smell of a mixture of stinky socks and a public toilet that was never cleaned, and Harry opened his mouth to vomit just by smelling it.

Then they heard a muffled grunt and the sound of huge soles of feet dragging on the ground, and Ron noticed that at the end of a passage on the left, a behemoth was moving towards them, which made them quickly retreat into the darkness and watch it slowly walk into a patch of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight, twelve feet tall, with dull skin, wrinkles and cracks, and gray as granite.

Two stout, short legs resembled tree stumps, and below them were flat, cocooned feet, supporting the large, stupid body above, which looked like a huge pile of rocks from a distance, with a small potato-like head on top.

In its hand it was holding a thick wooden stick, or rather a fresh trunk of a tree whose branches and leaves had been stripped away.

Because of its long arms, the trunk was dragged upside down on the ground, and it was clear that the sound Harry had heard was the one it had made.

"Trolls!" Ron covered his mouth and exclaimed softly.

The troll stopped at a door and was peeking inside. It wiggled its long ears, shrugged its nose, made a difficult decision with its little head, 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 also said nervously.

They boldly turned sideways towards the open door, and the closer they got there, the stronger the stench in the air. The two of them only felt that their mouths were dry, and they only hoped that the troll would not suddenly run out.

Harry strode and grabbed the key in his hand, slamming the door into the door, locking it firmly.

"It's done!"

Their faces flushed with excitement from their success, and they began to run back down the passage, but before they could take a few steps, Harry and Ron stopped.

"Oh, oops." Ron said, his face pale as bloody Barrow.

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

"Hermione! Clarke! Both said at the same time.

They really don't want to go back, but what other choice is there? The two of them turned sharply, ran back to the door, twisted the key, clumsy from nervousness, then pulled the door open and rushed in.

However, there was no one else in the women's restroom, except for a troll lying on the edge of the sink drinking water.