Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 6:50.

As the roar came out, Quirrell, who was still wandering in the restricted area on the 4th floor, couldn't help but look even paler.

"You idiot, how did the troll run to the 5th floor!" A cold voice sounded from behind Quirrell's head. Quirrell was also confused. In order to buy himself time, he had already put the troll in the basement.

Hagrid's three-headed dog was too difficult to deal with. He had consumed a lot of his energy to solve it in a short time without causing any noise. It seemed that the Dark Lord's plan to buy dragon eggs and cheat Hagrid to deal with the three-headed dog had to be implemented.

"My vault~~, but, hehehehehe! With the Philosopher's Stone, this little bit of gold galleons is nothing. Well, should I go to Borgin and Burke's, or go to the Hog's Head to find Mundungus Fletcher?" Quirrell thought to himself, and at the same time quickly retreated from the chess soldiers set up by Professor McGonagall, and even woke up the three-headed dog, and by the way, pitted Snape who came to the restricted area to check.

However, happiness turns to sorrow. Perhaps it was because he had cheated Snape, who had been staring at him, that Voldemort noticed his inner fluctuations, "Fool! Find Mundungus!" Quirrell immediately covered his head in pain again. It must be that Voldemort began to punish his cunning servant again. "Borgin has made a lot of money recently. He will not take on any business of smuggling dragon eggs. Even if he does, Borgin and Burke are not simple goods." "Mungdons is a person that Dumbledore values. He is a member of the Order of the Phoenix. His advantage of wide channels made Dumbledore accept him. But his weakness is too obvious. In addition to betraying Dumbledore, as long as there are gold galleons, he can get the Minister of Magic's underwear." Voldemort said. At the same time, McGonagall and others also hurriedly left the basement, stopped checking, and rushed to the 5th floor. Harry and Ron, who mustered up their courage and were about to open the door, were also frightened by the sound, and also confirmed that there must be someone inside who hurt the troll. Clumsy because of nervousness - Harry pulled the door open after a while, and the two rushed in.

The Malfoy trio, holding their wands, were crawling on the ground, attacking, and the troll crossed his long hands, covering his red and vaguely exposed thing - wanting to attack, but not knowing how to do it.

The entry of Harry and the others broke the deadlock.

The troll turned around, endured the pain, picked up the wooden stick covered with yellow liquid, and waved it towards Harry and the others. As it walked, it knocked the pool off the wall.

"Draco, you run first and confuse it!" Harry said to Ron desperately, grabbing a faucet and throwing it hard against the wall.

The troll stopped a few steps away from Harry and the others.

It turned around awkwardly, blinking its little eyes stupidly, trying to see what made the sound. At the same time, it blocked the bottom with both hands to prevent Draco and others from attacking from the side and back.

Its ugly little eyes saw Harry running to the other side. It hesitated for a moment, then walked towards Harry, raising the stick in its hand.

"Hey, big fool!" Ron also ran to the other side and shouted, throwing a metal pipe at the troll. Draco and the other two took this opportunity to run to the door, but they were not ready to leave. They still held their wands and pretended to attack, ready to support Harry and the others at any time.

The troll didn't seem to notice that the metal pipe hit its shoulder, but it heard the shouting and stopped again, turning its ugly big nose towards Ron. Harry took this opportunity to go around behind it.

The shouting and the echo seemed to drive the troll crazy. It looked at the three people at the door and decided to start with Ron. It roared again and began to approach Ron.

Ron was closest to the troll and had no way to retreat.

Harry stood behind the troll, thinking about what spells he could use. "Levitation spell? No, the troll is holding a wooden stick at the moment, and it is very tight because of the pain. Other spells? Directly acting on him, it is estimated that it will not be of much use, unless it hits his vulnerable part like Draco. It is too dangerous. What if he gets angry and kills Ron instead?"

As the troll approached, Draco and the other two were also ready to give the troll another hard blow, but they were also afraid of angering it and causing Ron's death.

Although Ron was someone Draco hated, Ron and Harry's standing up this time had made him, Crabbe, and Goyle recognize this friend.

But in this way, he was afraid to act.

"Stinky? Stinky? Quirrell? Got it!" Harry finally thought of the spell, the extraordinary spell that even knocked down Quirrell, an adult wizard.

"Periculum!" Harry shouted, pointing his wand at the back of the troll.

At this moment, in the eagerness to defeat the troll and save Ron, the sparks of the mutant red sparks turned into red beams of light in Harry's hands, just like normal red sparks.

The troll stopped, and the small head that was shot split like a watermelon, and the white brain, gray nose, and red blood poured all over Ron's body.

The huge body fell backwards, and although Harry was shocked, his agility, which was honed by Dudley since childhood, allowed him to dodge in time.

"Ugh!" Ron knelt on the ground, as if he had been hit, and the food he had just eaten at the dinner, along with the acid, all came out of his throat.

Draco and the other three also came over quickly, pulled Harry up, and looked at Ron, who was covered in filth, with disgust.

"Weasley, the water in the pipes is clean now, why don't you take a shower before coming over." Draco said, covering his nose.

"Yes, Ron, take a shower first." Harry nodded impatiently.

Just as Ron was about to go to the broken water pipe in the corner, Crabbe spoke, "Well, why do you have to use the water pipe next to the toilet? Isn't there a sink?"

Ron didn't dare to speak, fearing that something would accidentally enter his mouth, but from his angry expression, it can be seen that he was questioning whether Draco and Harry did it on purpose.

Harry and Draco laughed dryly, and at this time, the rescuer came.

"What kind of tricks are you playing?" Professor McGonagall said, with cold anger in her voice.

The teachers came, Professor McGonagall rushed into the room, followed by Snape, and Quirrell at the end. Quirrell only took one look at the troll, then sobbed feebly, sitting on a toilet bowl, clutching his chest tightly.

"What a trick! Why is there a troll here! Crabbe has been in the bathroom on the 5th floor, we want to find you, where are you!" Draco roared with a red face, "Professor Quirrell, don't you know best? A little wizard is left alone, don't you know to tell other professors? I'm going to tell my dad!"