Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When Clark and Hermione were talking about their ideals in the toilet, the banquet in the hall had already begun.

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

Ron held the chicken leg in one hand, and used a fork in the other hand to fork a piece of stewed beef and stuffed it into his mouth. His two cheeks were more plump than a hamster.

Harry used a spoon to dig a bowl of mashed potatoes with cheese that was steamed so soft. The mellow gravy paired with the spicy stimulation of black pepper and the shredded cheese made it hard to stop.

But when they were eating happily, 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, and his face was full of horror. Under everyone's gaze, he screamed heart-piercingly: "Troll! The troll is in the underground classroom..."

After speaking, he tilted his head, rolled his eyes, and fell in front of Dumbledore's podium, fainting. That movement was straight and upright, and he deliberately let his face touch the ground, making it painful to watch.

"boom--"

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

"Bang—bang—"

Professor Dumbledore had to raise his rifle and fire two shots into the air... oh no, it was his Elder Wand and a few bursts of purple explosions that silenced everyone.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "immediately lead the students from all colleges to the dormitories!"

Percy, of course, knew it well.

"Come with me! Don't get lost, first-years! As long as you do what I say, you don't have to fear any trolls! Now, follow me closely. Make room, first-years! Please! Forgive me, I'm a prefect! Don't push me!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry asked as they went up the stairs.

"Don't ask me, trolls are supposed to be pretty stupid," said Ron. "Maybe Peeves put it in there, just to add a little fun to Hallowe'en."

It wasn't until this time that Harry realized that Clark was missing, because logically speaking, it should be Clark who likes science explanations, not the silly Ron, who answered him.

"Where's Clark?" Harry raised his head, stood on tiptoes, and looked around. The surroundings were in a mess, and there was no sign of Clark.

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

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

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

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

Ron bit his lip.

"Oh, all right," he said decisively, "but it's best not to let Percy see us."

They sank down and joined the Hufflepuff crowd again, walking in the other direction.

After slipping quietly through an empty side corridor, they hurried to the women's restroom 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 behind a large stone sculpture of a griffin.

They looked over from behind the stonework, but it wasn't Percy, it was Snape. He crossed the corridor, his robes windy, and disappeared from 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.

They followed Snape's receding footsteps and walked quietly down another corridor, trying not to make any noise.

"He's walking up to the fourth floor," said Harry, but Ron held up his hand.

"Can you smell something?"

Harry sniffed, and a foul stench entered his nostrils. It was a mixture of smelly socks and public toilets that were never cleaned. Just one smell made Harry want to gag.

Then they heard a muffled grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground, and Ron noticed: At the end of a passage on the left, a huge thing was moving towards them, which made them retreat into the darkness. Watching it slowly walk into a piece of moonlight.

It was a horrible sight, twelve feet high, its skin dull and wrinkled and cracked, gray as granite.

The two thick short legs are like tree stumps, and the flat, thick and calloused feet below support the huge and clumsy body above. Seen from a distance, it looks like a pile of huge rocks with a top With a small potato-like head.

In its hand, it held a thick wooden stick, or a fresh tree trunk with its branches and leaves removed.

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

"Troll!" Ron covered his mouth and exclaimed softly.

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

"The key's in the lock," Harry murmured. "We can lock it in there."

"Good idea," said Ron nervously, too.

They boldly leaned sideways and walked towards the open door. The closer they got, the stronger the stench in the air. The two felt their mouths were dry, and they only hoped that the troll wouldn't come out suddenly.

With a big leap, Harry grabbed the key in his hand and slammed the door, locking it securely.

"It's done!"

Flushed with excitement at their success, they started running back down the passage, but Harry and Ron stopped before they had gone a few steps.

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

"That's the women's room!" Harry said breathlessly.

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

They really don't want to go back, but what other choice is there? The two turned around sharply, ran back to the door, turned the key, clumsy due to nervousness, then opened the door and rushed in.

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