Chapter 32 If you can, don't call me a funman
It was a twelve-foot-tall behemoth.
The skin is dull and gray like granite.
It has a large body with a small bare head like a coconut on top of it.
Its legs are very stout, with flat, coarse calloused feet underneath. The arms are long, and the body gives off a disgusting stench.
"Well, now I feel like I'm eating in the toilet."
Owen looked helplessly at the barbecue grill that was still buzzing, and he was wondering if it would be better if he poured the barbecue noodles on the barbecue grill.
"Iβ" Hermione looked embarrassed, looking at Owen and Hannah and Jarvis a little confused.
She had told Harry to keep an eye on the monster.
How did he attract the monster instead?
"Needless to say, I know you're here to tell me about the troll invasion." Owen picked up the barbecue grill and said as he walked deeper: "However, this is the first time I've seen this monster pull it directly!" β
He rolled his eyes at Harry, who had already run to him.
It's no secret that he barbecues here, and Owen has invited many Hufflepuff wizards, but unfortunately, no one else is willing to come except Hannah and Jarvis.
"Helpβlife! Huhuhuhu~" Harry, panting, bent over and holding his thighs with his hands, said intermittently.
"Help?"
Extinguishing the fire in the stove, Owen continued, "Do you know, thinking about your operation of luring the monster to the front of the DPS, the regiment commander said you six, and the tank said you dog." β
"But it's okay, who's going to let me, the Hufflepuff heir, take all the professions on the shoulder?" Owen raised his eyebrows, and his face suddenly showed a wicked smile of a profiteer: "Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and now there is... Well... One, two, three - five people, Buckingham Palace can be built. β
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Hannah and Jarvis were stunned, what the hell, how did they count them in?
"One hundred Galleons per person, no two prices, I'll leave the matter of collecting you four hundred and ninety-nine!"
"What?" Hermione screamed.
Of course, it's not that Owen is asking for an outrageous price, it's that the troll's big stick is coming at her.
She quickly dodged, and before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw that the twelve-foot troll's eyes lit up, and it screamed at her, followed by punches and kicks.
"Why are you only chasing me?"
"Because you have a rush for syrup!" Owen subconsciously replied.
Then his gaze returned to Harry, "How's it going, are you still thinking about it?" I don't care, but Hermione probably won't last long. β
"You-" Harry sighed back, glaring at Owen viciously, his teeth tightening as if they were about to take a bite out of his graceful swan neck in the next second. "You're a bastard, Owen!"
"I don't have that much money!"
"No money?" Owen seemed to know it a long time ago, and his face did not change at all.
After all, even if Harry had money, he couldn't run around with five hundred Galleons.
"It's okay, I have a second plan, Plan B, you just have to pay me fifty Galleons, I can guarantee that I will never let any of you die here tonight."
"How? Isn't it a good deal! β
As soon as Owen finished speaking, Ron, who ran to rescue Hermione, came with a burst of exclamation, "Harry, hurry up, we can't hold it anymore." β
The little troll's big stick dance whirred, and it hurt enough for a long time just to smash the air wave generated by a stick sweep on his body.
"Good! I'll give it to you tomorrow, I didn't bring that much money right now. Seeing this, Harry hurriedly agreed.
"Okay! Thank you Potter for spending tonight. Owen sat down on the floor again, then reached out and tugged at the eggs in the barbecue.
"Look at what? I just promised that you wouldn't die, and I didn't say I was going to help, go on my own! You added the undead BUFF, and tonight you are an undead, an ash, and a fader! Even if Voldemort is here - I can escape safely! Come on! With foot bones! Punch Nai! β
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Harry finally saw that from the beginning to the end, Owen had no intention of making a move.
The anger that bred after being fooled made him clench his wand in an instant, and without the slightest nostalgia, he turned his head and walked towards the battlefield.
Isn't it just a little troll?
Is he really afraid?
No matter what, the battle strength is five to one, and the advantage is mine.
...
Three minutes later.
"Help!!"
"Owen save me!"
The first to pull down his face was Jarvis, not to mention it, it's not as good as Ron, at least Ron will never pull down his face to save him...
Ron- uh-yes-Ron?
From the inside of the bathroom, the entrance to the secret room, I detoured to Owen in front of the main entrance of the bathroom, peeling eggshells while looking for Ron's figure.
I've been looking for a long time.
It was only under this broken wooden board that he was found.
It was as if he had fainted.
It's okay, it's not a big problem, it's long overdue to go to bed, and I don't look at what time it is.
Day by day, the net overtime, and he meows and doesn't pay overtime pay!
While nibbling on the egg, Owen pulled out his wand.
Then he turned in front of the door and cast a wide range of peace and quiet spells and closed eyes and listened to the spell.
Call it!
Call it!
No one will come if you cut your throat.
Then, a generation of dark boss Owen put on the skin of him, the battlefield commander, incarnated as Master Zuan, and began to spew at the ministers!
"Harry?!"
"Do you think you're back from the witcher?"
"Roll! Find the right time to roll! White-taught? β
"I've never seen you so stupid, I knew I should have written a Harry coming back from the Ring, at least rolling Quack Six."
"And you, Jarvis." He looked at it, and Jarvis, who ran away in a panic and almost hit Hannah, was even more angry, "Generous crab!" It's the first time I've seen a team trip up a teammate. β
"Occasionally, I strongly recommend that you go to Madam Pomfrey's place to see the brain. Because I seriously suspect that you have a vestibular nervous system problem! β
"And you, Hannah-san, are you a mimosa? Do you know what Merlin would say if he saw you and couldn't recite the spell for a long time? β
"Damn, it's the first time I've seen someone bite their tongue when they chant a spell."
"I strongly recommend that you go find the legendary Avalon here. Because you may not fit a wand, fit a sword. Oh yes, if you really can't find a replacement, you can ask Neville if he can lend you the Gryffindor Sword. β
"Bang!" There was another sound of wooden sticks shattering the floor.
Owen quickly covered his ears, and then continued to shout, "Merlin's beard! If I were Ravenclaw, Tameth would be on the spot. Miss Granger, do you know how old that brick is under your feet? Do you know that Hogwarts Castle is older than Buckingham Palace and Windsor Castle, and look around you, what exactly are you protecting?
Good fellow, I almost smashed the entrance to the secret room. β
"Why don't you give Harry five hundred Galleons like thisβno, four hundred and five, and I'll roast this stupid big guy right away, how about that?" It's simple and convenient, spend some money, spend a little, and it's not a loss. β
"No," Harry, who was dancing with the troll, stubbornly replied, "Just defeat him and we'll get extra points." Don't make a move, this time - I'll protect the glory of Gryffindor! β