Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 32

While Clark and Hermione were chatting about ideals in the toilet, the banquet in the hall had already begun.

Harry and Ron completely forgot the existence of Clark and Hermione, immersed in the atmosphere of festive joy, chewing at their desks and eating happily.

Ron held the chicken thigh in one hand, and the other hand used a fork to shovel a piece of beef that had been braised into a pulp, and stuffed it into his mouth. His cheeks were fuller than that of a hamster.

Harry scooped up a bowl of steamed cheesy mashed potatoes with a spoon. The mellow gravy is paired with the spicy stimulation of black pepper, and the cheese that can be brushed is simply addicting.

But when they were enjoying their meal, Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a loose robe and a long scarf on his head, suddenly stumbled into the auditorium.

At this time, his big scarf was on his head, his face was full of horror. Under the gazes of everyone, he shouted in a piercing voice: "Trolls! Trolls are in the basement..."

After speaking, he tilted his head, rolled his eyes, and fell down in front of Dumbledore's podium, fainting. That movement, straight and straight, and deliberately let his face touch the ground, it hurts to look at.

"Boom—"

The auditorium suddenly became a mess, and Ron was so nervous that he even dropped the chicken thigh and steak in his hand, and smashed the mashed potatoes in front of Harry, causing the gravy to splatter everywhere.

"Bang-bang-"

Professor Dumbledore had to raise his rifle and fire two shots into the sky... oh, no, it was his Elder Wand and a bunch of purple explosions that made everyone quiet down.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "Lead the students of the various colleges to the dormitory immediately!"

Percy, of course, is very familiar with it.

"Come with me! Don't get lost, first-year students! As long as you follow my instructions, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls! Well, just follow me closely. Let me go, the first-year students are coming! Please! Forgive me, I'm the prefect! Don't push me!"

"How can trolls get in?" Harry asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Don't ask me, the trolls are supposed to be ridiculously stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves put it in to add a little fun to Halloween."

It wasn't until this time that Harry found out that Clark was gone, because logically, the answer to him should be Clark, who liked Science's explanation, rather than Ron, who was stupid.

"Where's Clark?" Harry raised his head, stood on tiptoe, and looked around. There was no Clark in the chaos.

"Ron, have you seen Clark?" He hurriedly grabbed Ron's arm, "Clarke is gone!"

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

The surrounding crowd crowded and pushed in different directions, and Harry and the others managed to squeeze past a bunch of confused Hufflepuff students.

"No, I remembered, Clark didn't join us at the Halloween party from the beginning." Harry suddenly reacted, "And Hermione, Clark must have gone to comfort Hermione, they don't know about the troll yet. matter."

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, well," he said decisively, "but better not let Percy see us."

They buried themselves, mixed back into the Hufflepuff crowd, and walked in the other direction.

After sneaking through an empty side porch, they hurried to the women's toilet on the second floor. Unexpectedly, as soon as they turned the corner, they heard a rush of footsteps behind them.

"Percy?" Ron lowered his voice, pulling Harry to hide behind the stone sculpture of a large griffin.

They looked from behind the stone sculpture, but found that it was not Percy, but Snape. He crossed the corridor, his robes windy, out of their sight.

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

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

Following Snape's receding footsteps, they quietly walked along another corridor, trying not to make a sound.

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

"Can you smell anything?"

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

Then they heard a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging the ground, and Ron noticed: at the end of a passage on the left, a behemoth was moving towards them, causing them to retreat quickly into the dark, Watching it slowly walk into a patch of moonlight.

The sight was terrifying, it was twelve feet tall, its skin was dull, wrinkled and cracked, as grey as granite.

The two sturdy short legs are like tree stumps, and the bottom is flat, thick and calloused feet, supporting the huge and stupid body above. From a distance, it looks like a pile of huge rocks. UU read www. .uukanshu.com also has a small potato-like head on it.

In its hands, it was holding a thick wooden stick, or a fresh tree trunk with branches and leaves ripped off.

Because of its long arms, the tree trunk was dragged on the ground like this. Obviously, the sound that Harry and the others heard just now was made by it.

"Troll!" Ron exclaimed softly, covering his mouth.

The troll stopped by a door and was peeking inside. It wiggled its long ears, shrugged its nose, made a difficult decision with its small head, then lowered its head and slowly crept into the room.

"The key is in the keyhole," Harry murmured, "we can lock it in there."

"Good idea." Ron also said nervously.

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

Harry took a big step, grabbed the key in his hand, slammed the door, and locked it firmly.

"It's done!"

Flushed with excitement, they started running back down the aisle, but before they could take a few steps, Harry and Ron stopped.

"Oh, bad," said Ron, as pale as a **** Barrow.

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

"Hermione! Clark!" the two said at the same time.

They really don't want to go back, but what other options are there? The two turned around abruptly, ran back to the door, turned the key, looked clumsy because of their nervousness, then opened the door and rushed in.

However, there was no one else in the women's toilet except for a giant monster who was drinking by the pool.

Chapter end