Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 6:30, on the 5th floor of Hogwarts Castle, Ryan faded into the air, sighing at this magical scene.

In the original world line, Quirrell put the troll in the basement, but he climbed all the way to the girls' bathroom on the 2nd floor. Such a big target did not cause any movement.

Although the Halloween dinner was too lively and the noise was too loud.

But this time, Ryan injected the troll with a spell that must not kill the little wizard to prevent any unlucky person from losing his life.

In this case, even if the little wizard was hit by the troll, at most a few bones would be broken, and he would just have to lie in the school infirmary for a night.

At the same time, in order to allow the villain troll to go to the theater prepared by Ryan, the boys' bathroom on the 5th floor. Ryan's spell also added the idea of ​​going up, and this idea disappeared when it climbed to the 5th floor.

The most amazing thing is that even if it was changed to the 5th floor, so much time has passed, and no one has found it. Speechless.

After the trolls arrived on the 5th floor, Ryan didn't need to guide them. The strongest smell that could attract the trolls was naturally the original fragrance of the toilet.

Wait, I have to add another spell to Crabbe to prevent him from fainting. Now that the trolls are coming, he should stop.

So, on the other side, Crabbe, who was sitting in the toilet in the bathroom, suddenly found that his stomach, which had been churning since the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, finally started to make trouble.

"Crabbe, are you there?" Goyle's voice came from outside the door, and there was a strong knock on the door.

"I'm here, Goyle, did you and Draco bring me food?" Crabbe wiped the cold sweat and said, secretly thanking that his stomach had returned to normal. He had just flushed the dirt down and now only needed to put on pants.

"Hurry up, Crabbe, there are trolls in the basement. We will go upstairs directly in a while to avoid encountering trolls." Goyle said anxiously.

"I can't stand up." Crabbe said with a crying voice.

At the same time, Draco also reached the fifth floor. He smelled a strong stench. He could only cheer himself up and say that it was the smell that Crabbe had been smelling all afternoon. It couldn't be such a bad luck that it was a troll. He walked towards the bathroom.

On the other side, Ron, who had already reached the fourth floor, raised his hand, "Can you smell anything?" Harry sniffed, and a stench entered his nostrils. It was a mixture of stinky socks and a public toilet that no one had ever cleaned.

Then they heard a low grumble and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground.

Ron noticed that at the end of a corridor on the left, a huge monster was moving towards them.

They quickly retreated into the dark and watched it slowly walk into a piece of moonlight.

"It's heading to the fifth floor, the direction Malfoy just went!" Harry said in horror in a low voice.

"Hey, Harry, could that troll be put in by a wizard who hates the Death Eaters and even his family members, so he has been following Malfoy." Ron said wittily, trying to suppress his fear in this regard.

"The troll must be going to the bathroom, it stinks there, and the key is in the keyhole, we can lock it in." Harry murmured.

So, from Harry and Ron's perspective, the troll stopped at the bathroom door and peeked in. It wiggled its long ears, made a decision with its little head, then lowered its head and slowly got into the room.

"Harry, you're really-" Ron looked at Harry in admiration, and quickly closed his mouth halfway through his words, realizing that now was a good time to implement Harry's previous plan.

They walked sideways towards the open door, feeling dry in their mouths, hoping 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 tightly.

"It's done!"

Their faces flushed with excitement because of their success, and they began to run back along the corridor.

"Wait, Ron, the bathroom, the disappearance of Crabbe, and Malfoy's unusual behavior." Harry pulled Ron and said.

"So, Draco Malfoy and Crabbe are here--" Ron said in horror.

On the other side, Crabbe, who had finally stood up with great difficulty, pushed open the door, hung on Goyle, and said, "Where's Draco?"

"Him? He must be hiding in the common room now, just like he left us and left it to the Dursleys before." Goyle said gloomily.

"Gregory, what are you talking about, Vincent, the smell on you--no, we have to leave quickly." Draco suddenly appeared behind them and said in his drawn-out tone, but when he asked Vincent, that is, Crabbe, what was wrong with the smell on his body, he suddenly realized what the smell he had smelled before was.

"Leave, isn't it better for us to hide here?" Goyle was moved at first, and then he was puzzled.

"Damn, hurry up, Vincent Crabbe, are you weak--wait, let's hide." Draco wanted to pull the two of them away quickly, but Crabbe couldn't walk anymore.

Then, he found that the smell similar to dung bombs he smelled before became stronger and stronger, and his already pale face became even paler, like the ghost of the Bloody Baron.

He quickly pulled the two people who were still standing there into a bathroom next to Crabbe, and made a gesture to make them quiet down.

It must be said that although Crabbe and Goyle were stupid and had pot-cut hair, they looked stupid, but at the critical moment, they were very obedient.

Malfoy took a deep breath, and was glad that he remembered not to enter the cubicle that Crabbe used in the afternoon at the dangerous moment just now.

This is not it, even the smell next door - no, it is mixed with another smell, the stink of dung bombs! - Troll!

The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer, and then "Squat down!" Malfoy suddenly shouted, and Goyle and Crabbe squatted obediently (although it would not matter if they didn't squat, with Ryan's spell, this kind of fatal attack, the troll would stop when it was about to knock them down).

A wooden stick brushed Crabbe's hair, and at the same time, the partitions of several cubicles were all destroyed, and the pipes connected to the broken toilet sprayed a pale yellow liquid.

After Draco squatted, he rolled to the side. At this time, his ferocity was aroused. A lowly creature almost hurt the noble Malfoy and his friends!

"Stand still!" Draco Malfoy grinned, but the troll's thick skin not only made him resistant to blows, but also gave him extremely high magic resistance. The troll did not move at all, but it still felt the burning pain at the base of its thigh, which came from the wooden stick in the hand of the little man next to it.

"Stand still!"

"Stand still!" Although Crabbe and Goyle were stupid, they were also very talented in this kind of evil curse. At this dangerous moment, their brains were almost a mess.

But since Draco had already launched an attack, they also aimed at the base of the troll and chanted the same spell.

"Roar!" Although the troll blocked the effect of the spell with magic resistance, his legs were not stuck together, and then he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

But the pain of being hit, especially the private part, made him roar in pain, and the wooden stick fell to the ground.