The Slytherin quarters are located in the basement of the castle. The Gryffindians often mock them for not daring to see the light of day, just hiding under their burrows and scheming for unsightly things...... However, the metaphor always hurts the Hufflepuff students, who also live underground, and many Hufflepuff students find the joke unacceptable, given that badgers do have a habit of burrowing.

The Slytherins, on the other hand, used to tease the Gryffindors who lived on the top floors of the towers as "cats who couldn't climb down trees". Neil later added to the metaphor, arguing that it would be more appropriate to change it to "a cat with hyperthyroidism that can't climb up a tree" given the presence of the lion's mane - but this claim didn't spread, as he was joking in private when he was chatting with Malfoy, and every time Malfoy tried to share it with more people, he would see Ulysses show two silver knife-like fangs in front of his eyes......

Slytherin's greatest advantage over other houses in terms of resistance to attacks is that the entrance to their common room is a secret door hidden behind a stone wall, and there are no decorations on it that might arouse the troll's interest in smashing things.

It was supposed to be like this.

"Merlin's pants...... Which idiot brought them in!?"

Malfoy ducked behind an overturned armchair, holding his breath to minimize his presence as much as possible. Marcus Flint's roar was directed at the back of his shiny head, making him shiver subconsciously with each syllable he spat out, but even then, Malfoy didn't think to stand up and tell everyone that the entrance to the common room was exposed because Crabbe and Goyle were too slow to walk through the secret door and were spotted by the trolls chasing behind them.

In fact, a closer look reveals that Goyle, who was as pale as a dead man, had no shoes on his left foot, and that shoe was now in the mouth of a troll with big teeth identical to Hermione Granger—God knows if it was because it lacked salt or if it was simply like a giant baby who wanted to put everything in his mouth.

If this were a detective story, the Slytherins would have lost points for missing this important clue, but Malfoy wished that everyone's intelligence had been assimilated by the trolls that were pouring in from the entrance, because Crabbe and Goyle were left behind to push him through the door by twisting his ankle first.

He heard someone shouting in a whizzing spell asking where Professor Snape was, and he heard a senior girl who had an impression of her face and voice but couldn't name it, and replied loudly in a tone as if she wasn't sure it was coming soon. Students are simple, and a professor who is willing to unconditionally favor his own people in all matters, including matters of principle, is a good professor in their eyes, and Snape goes even further than that, and he will even take the initiative to lead the people to criticize the Gryffindor idiots - this is simply a model for Hogwarts teachers!

You see, for such a professor who thinks he is excellent, and who is also the dean of the branch, what reason is there to doubt that he will stand up to save his students in times of crisis?

"—but his office is only two steps away from here!"

I don't know who shouted that.

There are many plausible explanations, such as the professor just wasn't in his office and needed to get back from a farther distance, or there were more monsters out there and Professor Snape was fighting to stop them from rushing in...... But in this state of nervousness, you can't blame everyone for becoming more sensitive and suspicious than usual. And even from the perspective of looking down on everything, we must admit with admiration that both of these speculations are half true.

There were two trolls that broke the guard magic of the entrance with brute force, both of which were armed to the teeth. Thankfully, despite the professor's absence, the resistance went fairly smoothly - it wasn't that Slytherin students were more heroic than the other houses, on the contrary, the house tradition of virtue that regarded the wise as a virtue made the more powerful senior students preferred to shrink back in such situations.

However, it is not known if Salazar Slytherin is real

Such a visionary anticipation of the day that the Slytherin common room was designed to be so narrow that the two oversized trolls could not move side by side in it, and the students no longer had to spread out their firepower to contain two targets at the same time, doubling the pressure.

The Stun Charm doesn't deal direct damage to them, but the tables, chairs, statues, and chandeliers that are chained to the ceiling blown away by the misfired spell can physically interfere with the fact that the troll walking in front of them stops to shoot off the debris and sparks stuck to their faces, and the one behind them must also stop - these stupid creatures are not soldiers, but freewheeling thugs who don't understand what patience means.

But students quickly realize that it's not entirely a good thing either.

"Broken bones!" Lucian Pol's Crushing Charm (unsurprisingly again) missed, missing the troll he was aiming at, only blowing away the serpentine wall-mounted carving above its head. Although even if it hits, it will probably end up being as ineffective as the results that others have tried so far, this blind accuracy still attracts ridicule from others.

"If you want to be on the pitch too, Pol." It was his fellow batsman on the Slytherin Quidditch team, Perry Gin Derrick, who spoke, "No wonder you couldn't even hit the Weasleys' branch-riding cubs."

He deliberately shouted loudly. But it's not so much about attracting a larger audience as it is about trying to distract yourself in any way you can to embolden yourself - no matter how slow the pace is, the trolls are always getting closer.

"Shut up!" Pol's face was covered in sweat, "You didn't do any better than me!" Whether it's on the pitch or here!"

"Oh, I'm better than you, both on the pitch and here!" Derek sneered at each other with a broken voice. He raised his wand in what he thought was elegant, but in fact his hands were trembling and slightly out of shape, and aimed it at the head of the troll walking in front of him, "Look, how a real wizard takes aim - shattered bones!"

Derek did what he said, and the spell showed astonishing accuracy—it almost completely overlapped with Ball's shattering spell burst, and the already crumbling serpentine carving finally burst overwhelmed. Although it was only a brief moment before it flew away, it seemed to see a resentful expression on the part of the snake's head that had managed to remain intact, as if to say, do you hate me so much?

But perhaps it was the founders' spirits, and the largest piece of the splattered rubble flew right towards the troll's head, slamming into its helmet with a thud, completing the unfinished business of Bol and Derek combined. The pointed helmet, which was not the right size, was smashed off, and the brim of the hat was just caught in a piece of soft flesh on its ear, and it screamed in pain.

The armor used by these trolls was made to order in a Muggle-run souvenir shop in Hanover, where imitations of ancient military equipment were sold to history enthusiasts, as well as private orders. The price was very high, and the so-called "ancient craftsmanship from the 14th century" was just a gimmick to beautify the crude little workshop, but Quirrell didn't know how to appreciate it.

The eccentric Oriental had warned him that in order to avoid conflict with the effects of the exorcism, the talismans should not be attached to artifacts that had been magically used in the crafting process, so he ordered a batch of equipment from a passing Muggle shop on his way to Germany to find more wild trolls - of course, to avoid being noticeable, he used the Amnesia Charm to erase his boss's memories afterwards, and as a matter of course did not pay for it.

It may be the only good deed he has ever done since embracing his new destiny in the forests of Albania.

But obviously, it is unrealistic to expect trolls to appreciate the good intentions of their masters. The troll that had been blocked from the road and couldn't smash things to his heart's content when he saw his companion jumping to his feet in pain, couldn't help but pat his belly and laugh. Before the Slytherin students behind the bunker could realize that they were on the same level of unity as the trolls, the trolls who were ridiculed let out a roar of annoyance and did something that a creature with a normal head would never do.

It grabbed it

The helmet, which had protected itself from at least twenty spells, squashed it vigorously and threw it far away. At that moment, a stun spell that had been aimed at it from nowhere flew over and hit it in the nose.

Without the protection of the talisman on the helmet, it was dizzy and slammed into it, and the troll's own magical resistance prevented it from fainting, but further intensified its anger. It finally gave no idea what was just annoying and instead roared like a mad bull and lunged at the students hiding behind the obstacles.

"Stand back!"

In the midst of the chaos, someone shouted, and the students who were standing a little further forward immediately began to retreat as if they were good, and Malfoy also turned to escape, but he forgot that his sprained ankle had not yet healed, and he slipped and fell to the ground with a scream after a few steps. Noticing the little fleshy man who had fallen behind, the troll roared and whipped away the armchair he had used as cover, grabbing at him with its large open hand, apparently not for a handshake.

Wizards believe that trolls are the least intelligent of all known magical creatures, so the worst grade in the wizarding world is called a "troll" — which is actually "terrible", but most people, including many examiners, prefer the former explanation.

They were wrong. Even intellectually equal, students who scored T's in all subjects—Crabbe and Goyle, for example—may possess noble qualities that ordinary trolls would never have: camaraderie, a sense of justice, and noble sacrifice. Some may scoff at using these qualities to describe Slytherin students, but these two giants ...... I mean, these two students have the best way to fight back against this with their own actions.

"Malfoy!"

Seeing their friend fall at the troll's feet, the two of them almost without hesitation turned around and ran back to pull him up, but Ulysses moved faster, and as soon as the troll's hand reached out into the air, half a meter away from Malfoy, a lightning silver light flew out from under his robe and jumped onto the troll, and climbed up quickly along its mossy gray arm, and before the troll could see what it was, there was a sharp pain in its neck that was so short that it was almost invisible.

"Whew!"

The troll let out an earth-shattering scream, grabbing the silver snake that was still trying to tighten its neck, trying to tear it off of itself. Malfoy watched as if he had forgotten to breathe, and he watched as his accessories were tugged at again and again in the troll's fan-like hands, until they finally broke in two with a crushing silver ring, like a pool of blood.

"No ——!"

But at the same time, the venom injected into the body with the bite of the snake's fangs finally spread to the entire nervous system of the other party. The troll, who was about to step on the damn snake, was dazed to find that his legs had for some reason suddenly lost his instincts, followed by his arms, and then extended all over his body...... The one-ton body fell to the ground with its mouth crooked, and its head landed right at Malfoy's feet.

"Don't be stunned, kill it!"

Marcus Flint's urgent roar came from behind him. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other blankly, only to notice that they didn't seem to have learned (or rather learned) any magic that could damage a troll, even a unconscious one.

But there were more ways than difficulties, and Crabla twitched Goyle's sleeve and motioned for him to look at his finger, and the latter glanced at it, and his eyes lit up. The two of them hurried to the side of the wall to a plaster statue that had fallen to the ground and broken into several pieces, and the larger one picked it up, then stumbled back to its place, slamming the load on his hand into the troll's skull.

The second troll, who was still in the middle of the break room, was battling the broken glass ballast that ran into his toes. It looked at its companion who had fallen to the ground motionless, and its expression became hideous.

The troll didn't have much sense of companionship, but it was closer to the flesh man than to its own kind, and it roared and rushed forward with a club in both hands, intent on avenging its companionship.

However, Malfoy shook off Crabbe and Goyle's support and stood up, and the troll was slightly stunned at the sight of his expression, it had never seen such a wolf cub look in a meat man, especially a little meat man, before. In the midst of this hesitation, it saw the little meat man raise the small stick.

"Yugadim, Leviosa!"

A hideous-looking Malfoy roared in a roaring voice.

At the call of his master, Ulysses' lifeless (wait, if you look closely, it still moves) head floated up, and flew straight like an arrow into the troll's face - the Levitation Charm was the simplest spell a first-year freshman would be exposed to in their first Charms class, but it was not easy to wield it, even when driven by rage.

The troll subconsciously raised an arm to block it, only to hear a piercing sound of metal rubbing, and a sharp pain came from the arm, and it lowered its head sluggishly, peeling off the pierced arm armor and the snake head stuck on it, and then found that there were two more holes in the inner side of its forearm that were so small that they were almost invisible.

"Die, you ugly bastard!"

Before its stupid mind could figure out what that gift meant, its consciousness quickly drifted away from it.