Hogwarts Wizarding Journey

Time moved forward slightly, and Harry and Ron were enjoying a Halloween party in the Great Hall.

Watching the bats flying in the sky, sitting in the huge pumpkin house, and eating delicious pumpkin pie, Harry was very happy. For him, Hogwarts was simply paradise, and he loved it here!

Here, you don’t have to endure the bullying from your uncle’s family, and you don’t have to see Dali’s stupid face every day. You can eat sumptuous food every day, live in a spacious dormitory, and lie on a soft big bed. The most important thing is,

Here, there is also his good friend Ron, who plays with him every day.

It would be better if people would stop running up to him every time and yelling to see the scar on his forehead.

In fact, he didn't mind others wanting to see the scar on his forehead. When he first met Ron on the Hogwarts Express, he showed it to them casually. But the problem was, those people were completely

It's endless. I watched it during the day and at night. I finished it today and will watch it tomorrow. No matter how good-tempered Harry was, he was made numb by those people and wanted to curse.

Just when Harry was intoxicated with the present, thinking about the future, and complaining a little in his heart, an untimely loud noise interrupted his thoughts.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell, slammed open the door of the auditorium.

He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's dining table and said loudly: "The troll...is in Hogwarts Castle. I thought you should know about it."

After saying that, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Harry was very curious. Professor Quirrell looked like he would faint in the next second. In fact, he did faint, but why could he still shout so loudly? And seeing that he was so nervous, he must have been all the way.

He must be running here. But why is the big scarf wrapped around his head not messy at all?

It is said that Harry has never seen Professor Quirrell's scarf in a mess. No matter what time, the scarf will be neatly wrapped around Professor Quirrell's head, which is really magical.

Harry saw Professor Dumbledore looking at Professor Quirrell who was lying on the ground with wide eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

So what was Dumbledore thinking?

In fact, he was thinking: ‘MMP!’.

Why haven't I noticed that Quirrell is so stupid before!? For such exaggerated acting skills, he can only give 3 points at most, no more. By the way, a perfect score of 100 points. Even at this time,

Not forgetting to pretend to stutter gave him an extra point, otherwise he would have only scored 2 points.

Moreover, Quirrell was still unconscious in front of him. Do you think it would be better for him to help Quirrell up? Or should he just ignore him? Ignore him. It would appear that he, as a principal, is inconsiderate of his subordinates and lets the professor do what he wants.

He lay on the cold floor and ignored him; but let him go, what if when he helped him up, he accidentally knocked off the big scarf that was in the way of his head? With so many people watching, when the time comes

It's up to him, Dumbledore, to find a way to end this.

So today's young people don't know how to understand him, an old man who is over 100 years old.

Dumbledore let out a long sigh in his heart, but he was worthy of being an experienced old man with more than 100 years of life experience. Soon, he adjusted his emotions and continued to play along with Quirrell.

As for those details, he put them aside. They were just a group of little wizards anyway, and they were easy to fool.

Dumbledore stood up and said loudly: "The prefects of each college immediately led everyone back to the lounges of each college. The professors went to look for the troll."

Harry stood up and followed the crowd to return to the Gryffindor common room. He was going to ask the seniors in detail what a troll was, so that when he became more powerful, he would go find the troll to settle the score afterwards. You know, he was only eating now.

I was half full, but when I was enjoying my meal, I had to stop because of a giant monster!

Looking at the delicious pumpkin pie and sweet pumpkin juice placed on the table, Harry wanted to kill someone.

Just as Harry was thinking about all this, Ron suddenly pulled him from behind.

After Ron pulled Harry to a deserted corner, he said secretly: "Hermione doesn't know about the trolls yet, we have to tell her!"

Whether it was out of guilt or fear that the professors would know that he was speaking ill of others behind their backs, and ended up being heard by himself, Ron decided to drag Harry to find Hermione.

Upon hearing this, Harry thought for two seconds and felt that this was good and there was nothing wrong with it, so he and Ron went to find Hermione...

However, after secretly leaving the army, the two of them suddenly discovered that they had no idea where Hermione was! They had heard from Hermione's roommate that Hermione was crying in a girls' bathroom. But the problem was, Hogg

There are so many girls' bathrooms in Watts, who knows which one it is! If I had known, I would have asked Hermione's roommate.

But it was a pity that neither of the two people's names were 'I knew it earlier'. In desperation, the two of them chose the one closest to them and hurried over.

"Ron," Harry suddenly said, covering his nose, "do you smell a stink?"

"Yes, it smells like Simon's pair of socks that haven't been washed for a month."

Ron also covered his nose.

"Why didn't Seamus wear a pair of socks for a month without washing them? Don't they just put them in the laundry basket and the clothes will automatically become clean? Why didn't he put them in? No wonder some time ago, I always felt that there was a

There was a strange smell, and I thought someone had hidden rotten food."

Harry looked at Ron in surprise, even the smell incident was forgotten due to shock.

"Just last month, Seamus said he was curious about how smelly socks could get, so he challenged him. Maybe you were busy copying Potions homework and didn't notice."

"What happened in the end? By the way, doesn't he feel uncomfortable if he wears a pair of socks for a month without washing them?"

"Who knows what was in his mind. In the end, it was so stinky that Seamus couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave up and continued the challenge. To be honest, if he didn't give up, I would have taken out my wand and gave him a bad blow.

Damn it, it really stinks!"

The two of them, immersed in the conversation, continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, and then at the next corner, they met...a giant monster.

The troll lowered his head and looked at the two little things that suddenly ran up to him. These two little things were very familiar to him.

Although their brains are not good, they can still remember things they saw just two minutes ago. Especially things that impressed them deeply, they can remember them for a full 20 minutes before forgetting them!

‘Hey hey~’

But the troll is a little curious. Aren't these two little things supposed to be behind it? Why did they suddenly run in front and block it? It probably hasn't done anything bad yet!