"Silence!"

Dumbledore stood up and pressed his hands down, and the panic in the Great Hall suddenly became much less.

The news came too suddenly, and most of the little wizards panicked, and only now did they react. yes, we have Dumbledore, can the trolls beat him again?

"Now, the prefects of the four houses bring the students of their respective houses back to the common room, and not a single one can be left out. Deans come with me. ”

Dumbledore glanced at Professor Quirrell on the ground, pretending to be dead, and there was a convincing power in his voice.

The prefects sprang into action, and the crowd in the auditorium was in turmoil.

"Trolls!" Ron said to Harry with a little excitement, "I haven't seen anything like this, and I don't know how it compares to a dragon." After all, they're all huge. ”

"I don't think there's a comparison."

Harry shook his head in disagreement and followed the crowd towards the common room, "One in the sky and one on the ground, and dragons can breathe fire, what can trolls do?" Spit water? ”

"That's just as well."

Ron said with some frustration, and walked forward as well, only to be suddenly pulled into his hospital gown by Harry.

"Oops! Hermione doesn't know anything about the trolls yet! ”

Harry paused, his face a little horrified.

Ron was a little unnatural, he also reacted suddenly, and said with a sad face:

She ...... Where did she go? ”

With so many rooms in Hogwarts Castle, and the secret passages and stairs that move freely from time to time, it can be difficult to find one.

"I think I've heard from a couple of girls that she's gone to the bathroom."

Harry thought desperately, not quite surely.

"It's better to have a direction than to bump into it, go."

Ron gritted his teeth and blended in with the crowd, silently running down the hallway to the bathroom.

On the other side, when Smith turned around, Norlin had disappeared into thin air. Smith slapped his forehead in resignation, something he'd seen several times in the last year.

He wasn't as worried about Norin as he had been the last time, and Norin would come back quietly anyway.

The little wizards quickly disappeared into the Great Hall, and poor Professor Quirrell was still lying upright on the ground, no one caring about him. When he was the only one left in the auditorium, he suddenly got up, looked left and right sneakily, and sprang out of the auditorium with great agility.

That speed is simply a seeded athlete among the 100-meter athletes, and it is like two people who are weak before.

Norin, in his illusory state, smiled and silently followed him.

In the bathroom on the third floor, Hermione sobbed under her breath, and it was hard to stop her tears. She wiped tears from her eyes in hatred, and made up her mind that she would never have any contact with Ron Weasley in the future.

Suddenly, she was stunned as she was washing her hands, and there was a low grunt in her ears and the sound of huge soles dragging on the ground.

Then, a foul stench crept into her nostrils, the smell of a smelly sock mixed with a public bathroom that was never cleaned.

Immediately afterward, Hermione saw a scene she would never forget. A troll stepped into the bathroom in the moonlight.

It was twelve feet tall, its skin was dull and gray as granite, and its massive, stupid body resembled a huge pile of hard mud with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.

Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and underneath were flat, cocooned feet, and the stench emanating from its body was disgusting. It holds a thick wooden stick in its hand, which is dragged on the ground due to the length of its arms.

Hermione cowered against the wall, not daring to gasp. She had only one thought in her mind: Am I going to be the first person in Hogwarts history to die unexpectedly in the castle in the first year?

"Someone, please, whoever ......"

She crouched under the innermost sink and muttered with a crying voice.

"Ahh

There was a loud bang, and she couldn't help but scream.

The bathroom was spraying water, and the troll swept through with a stick, and the pipes under several taps were bursting.

Hermione clasped her head tightly in her hands, not daring to look at it. No matter how good she was, she was only a newcomer who had been studying magic for more than a month, and she had completely forgotten that she still had a wand on her.

The troll's nose sniffed, and he walked down the wall with his stick. It went to the sink where Hermione was hiding and raised its stick.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

The bathroom door slammed open, and Harry and Ron, panting as they rushed in, changed their faces and Harry waved his wand without thinking.

A strange look flashed across the troll's face, and the stick in his hand floated up uncontrollably. It held it hard to keep it from trembling and turned its head to look.

Harry was furious and angry, and a little embarrassed at the same time - his magic skills weren't good enough to make a troll lose his weapon with a levitation charm.

"Broken bones!"

At that moment, Ron, who was only a beat slower than him, let out a loud shout, and a furious red light rushed out of his wand, hitting the troll's face directly.

The troll was caught off guard and fell backwards, crashing directly into a wall behind it, making an earth-shattering sound. Its face was covered in blood, its nose was blown out, and its eyes and mouth were bleeding.

If Norlin had been there, he would have given Ron a thumbs up. At this level, it's absolutely fine to give Voldemort a disfigurement operation.

The troll let out a roar and struggled to its feet. Ron, who was pale, gritted his teeth and shouted again:

"Broken bones!"

The red light appeared again, only this time it seemed to be a little less powerful. But it's enough to deal with trolls in this state.

The troll took another smashing spell, and its head burst open, smearing the bathroom with red blood and white brains.

Hermione, crouching under the sink, looked stupid. Harry looked blankly at Ron from the side, as if he were looking at an alien.

And Ron had only one thought in his mind at this time: thank Merlin...... Oh no, thanks Norin......

On the other side, Quirrell, the sprinter, slowed his steps, his brow furrowed, and a glowing rune pattern on his hand became eclipsed. He angrily whispered, "Dead so soon? Useless stuff. ”

In a short time, he had made it straight to the fourth floor, to the hallway that Dumbledore had forbidden him. He opened the door with a spell and walked straight inside.

A dog barked fiercely, and the next moment, Quirrell clutched his thighs and ran out at a speed that was even faster than before, and quickly closed the door.

"Damn, why would Dumbledore put that kind of thing in the castle!"

Quirrell leaned against the door, his face contorted in pain, sweat dripping from his face. His thighs were dripping with blood.

Quirrell cursed angrily, hurriedly healing his wound with a spell.

Nolin, who was hiding in the shadows, covered his mouth desperately, so he couldn't help laughing.