Unseal at Hogwarts

Professor Dumbledore wore a purple robe that he had never seen before, with white star patterns on it.

He wore a matching purple pointed hat on his head, and even his long white beard was tied up with a purple bow with a star pattern.

When Professor Dumbledore enters a dimly lit area, the white stars on his body will emit a faint light, which looks really fancy.

Professor McGonagall was wearing a high-collared dark green robe, her tied hair was covered by a black lace hat, and with the slightly raised corners of Professor McGonagall's lips, she seemed to have become an elegant and noble person.

woman.

As for Head of Slytherin——

Tom glanced at it and quickly looked away.

Professor Snape's dress was no different from usual, but in this festive auditorium, Professor Snape looked like a gloomy vampire, hiding in the dark corners looking for prey.

The seat next to Professor Snape was empty, and Professor Quirrell, whose identity was obviously wrong, had gone somewhere.

Tom's heart tightened.

However, he thought that Professor Dumbledore was still alive and well in this auditorium, so Professor Quirrell wouldn't act rashly, right?

You know, in the legend, the Dark Lord Voldemort was scared to death of Dumbledore.

Tom relaxed and enjoyed this happy holiday with Harry.

Perhaps because of the festival, the food on the table also looks very different.

For example, the most popular mashed potatoes are made to look like brains, and paired with tomato sauce that is almost the same color as blood, it looks very realistic.

The Slytherin girl at the same table looked at the pot of mashed potatoes and wanted to do it several times, but gave up.

What a wonderful dinner it was - almost perfect if Quirrell hadn't burst into the hall.

However, it happened anyway.

While teachers and students were celebrating this festival, the door of the auditorium was knocked open hard.

Quirrell's face turned pale and he fell into the auditorium in panic. The huge movement attracted everyone's attention.

The professor and students stopped their movements in unison and turned to look at Quirrell.

At this time, Quirrell had completely lost his professorial demeanor.

The huge turban on his head hung crookedly on his head, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.

The robe on his body was gray and stuffy, as if it had been rubbed everywhere in a dirty place, leaving one patch white and one patch yellow.

Professor Quirrell's embarrassed appearance shocked the students, coupled with his stammering words: "Trolls... trolls... there are... there are trolls! On the... underground... first floor...

"

The whole auditorium was as loud as an exploding pot.

Some students hurriedly dropped the food in their hands, stood up in a hurry, yelled something unknown, and pulled the people around them to leave the auditorium.

Some students were relatively calm. While paying attention to what the professors were doing, they tried to stop those who were messing around and persuaded them to wait for the professor's notification.

Some students even excitedly took out their wands from their arms, stepped on the seats, and shouted loudly that they were going to have a showdown with the troll.

When Quirrell heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes upward and fell softly to the ground.

Tom, who was watching Quirrell's actions closely, rolled his eyes: If he hadn't already known about Quirrell's situation, he might have been fooled by this guy's acting skills.

"Is Professor Quirrell okay?" Harry bumped Tom with his shoulder.

"He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hired by Professor Dumbledore," Tom said angrily, "How could anything happen just because of a troll?"

"That's right." Harry smiled and stood up with everyone in Slytherin, "Professor Snape always said that I am the brain of a troll. I'm actually quite curious about what a real troll looks like."

Tom turned to him in disbelief.

"You would say something like this, and I'm beginning to agree with Professor Snape's point of view."

Harry blushed, grabbed his hair and laughed.

"Prefect," Dumbledore used his wand to create some purple fireworks, which silenced the noisy auditorium, "take all the students back to their dormitories immediately."

The Slytherin prefect immediately agreed in a deep voice and directed the Slytherins to leave neatly from the door of the auditorium.

Just when Tom and Harry passed by the Gryffindor team, they heard Weasley, the red-haired first-year Gryffindor, crying to his twin brother: "Hermione, Hermione

Min doesn’t know about the troll yet.”

Harry immediately stretched his ears and even slowed down his steps.

"Oh, my poor Ronald," said one of the twins.

"What's wrong with her?" asked another.

Ronald Weasley bit his lip hard: "I made her angry. She is in the girls' bathroom now."

Tom didn't hear the next words.

The Slytherin team separated from the Gryffindor team.

"Tom." Harry pulled Tom.

In order to hear what the Weasleys were saying, they slowed down, and now they were at the end of the line.

"No, don't even think about it." Tom knew what Harry wanted to do as soon as he saw Harry's look.

"That's a troll. This is no joke. Besides, what does Hermione have to do with you? There is no need for us to take risks for her - of course, if you mean, let us tell the professor about this,

I support it with both hands." After Tom finished speaking, he immediately raised his hands.

But Harry didn't laugh, he still looked at Tom seriously.

"It's too late to tell the professor now." Harry said, "Although Hermione has nothing to do with me, she is still a living person! And when I was at King's Station, I didn't know how to enter the platform, or was it Weasley?

Madam told me. She is a very good person, and I don’t want to see her feel sad because her son made a mistake and killed a girl.”

"But..." Tom looked disapproving.

Marcus has always taught Tom that no matter what danger he encounters, he should first ensure his own safety before considering saving others.

Harry's thoughts were completely opposite to Tom's usual code of conduct. He didn't want to take risks.

At this point, they were completely out of touch with Slytherin.

Harry looked at the Slytherin team that was drifting away, and then at Tom.

He saw Tom's dilemma.

So, Harry suddenly turned around and ran away: "Tom, you go back with everyone, I can go alone!"

This fool!

Tom cursed secretly and could only follow.

Maybe Hermione had nothing to do with him, but this Harry, he couldn't just watch him run towards danger.

"Wait for me, Harry!"