Azkaban students at Hogwarts

On the morning of Halloween, the hallway smelled sweet and inviting of roasted pumpkins.

Roman accompanied Hagrid to deliver the last cart of pumpkins into the kitchen, and then yawned and said goodbye.

Hagrid also patted the dirt on his body and told Roman that the spiders had discovered the traces of the little wolf.

But the other party has been unwilling to follow the spider to see him.

Roman sighed. When will poor Hagrid understand that the Acromantula is a predator in the Forbidden Forest, not a messenger?

"Don't worry, I'll be entering the Forbidden Forest quite frequently recently, and I'll definitely be able to bring it out." Hagrid patted his chest, pulled up the flatbed truck and left the castle along the path.

Roman was attracted to the restaurant by the tempting aroma.

As for the kitchen - forget it, it's full of raw pumpkin.

He was pulled aside by Fred and George, telling them about their plan to track Roger. Opposite him were Harry and Ron, looking at Longbottom three seats away.

"Poor Neville, his toad hasn't been seen for a while." Ron looked at Neville with a sad face, "Seriously, shouldn't we help look for it?"

"You're right, that's a very important gift from him." Harry hurriedly drank the last mouthful of cereal, "But before that, we have to go to class quickly. Professor Flitwick won't be unable to find him because of Neville. The toad took pity on us.”

Roman didn't extract anything from this information.

He didn't feel anything was wrong with Roger, nor did he feel anything was wrong with the school; or maybe in his opinion, these little things that were wrong now were simply too right.

On Halloween, the school dinner always gets huge and includes a bat atmosphere group.

Roman calmly put away the plate of food and got into the jack-o'-lantern.

Roger and Cedric chose to dine at the long table, while Fred and George were too noisy for his dining philosophy.

"Hurry up, it's too late."

The noisy younger brother, Ganfan King Ron, was taking things from the silver plate and stacking his own plates high.

"What's too late?" Harry just spoke, but found that the pumpkin lanterns everywhere were already crowded with little wizards.

The other little wizards in the hall also picked up their dinner plates and began to look for empty pumpkin lanterns around them.

"Follow me." Ron pulled Harry up and he only had time to put some potatoes and chicken drumsticks on the plate before he was pulled into the nearest empty pumpkin.

The two people piled the huge candles in the middle and looked at the tall senior on the long table through the pumpkin's "mouth".

It is very uncomfortable for them to get into the pumpkin. Only some petite seniors in the upper grades can enjoy this treatment.

As for the "petite" seniors, they have to pretend to be fat.

Anyone who dares to mention the pumpkin to them will definitely trigger a duel.

"Cool, is this a traditional show?" Harry didn't expect that Halloween at Hogwarts would have such an experience.

"This is a new show." Ron's mouth was stuffed with chicken drumsticks. "Fred and George told me that bats affected their appetite very much when they were in school. Later, someone found that pumpkin can effectively avoid this problem; although since then After that, Dumbledore stopped letting the bats fly near the table."

Harry was eating a potato with the skin on when Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the dining room, his big scarf on his head with a look of horror on his face.

Roman poked his head out of the pumpkin and looked at Dumbledore.

The principal's face was very calm.

Okay, it’s okay, keep eating.

But most of the others didn't grasp the key point, they all stared at Quirrell.

I saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, panting and saying:

"The troll - in the basement - thought you should know."

After he finished speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The word "troll" caused great commotion, but this only shows that the Defense Against the Dark Arts education at Hogwarts is a failure.

This creature has great strength, high attack power, and obvious weaknesses.

It can be eliminated directly by Ivy...

No, it's because of its low intelligence; and compared to the thick skin on its body, its brain seems very fragile.

Especially since it carries a wooden stick with it all year round.

It looks very much like some ducks in the Pokémon world who prepare their own green onions.

There was chaos in the restaurant.Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching firework explosions from the head of his wand before everyone was quiet.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "lead the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

The students began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Dumbledore strode up to Roman's pumpkin and said calmly: "Keep an eye on the troll for me and don't let it run around, okay?"

The teachers were busy evacuating the students and then going to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

Where is the principal?

He was going to stop the teachers before they discovered that there was no Philosopher's Stone behind the door.

What a mess!

Roman frowned, looked at the half-eaten pie on the plate, and decided to leave as soon as possible.

He walked through the twisting stairs and corridors, and soon a stench penetrated his nostrils.

It was a mixture of smelly socks and public toilets that were never cleaned.

This was followed by a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging along the ground.

At the end of a passage, a huge creature was moving forward with its back to him, slowly walking into the moonlight.

That's the Troll, the mascot of the Norwegian Quidditch national team.

It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin as gray as granite. Its huge and stupid body was like a huge pile of gravel, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and beneath them are large, flat, thick, calloused feet.The smell it gave off was disgusting.

It held a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because of its long arms, the wooden stick dragged on the ground.

Neither the stone piers nor the armor on both sides of the corridor could overwhelm him in terms of momentum.

But who would have thought that this thing can only take one stick?

Looking at the lonely and desolate back of the troll, Roman decided to follow the wizard's virtue and attack from behind.

A wave, a shake, a stick.

Grapevine Wood was brewing a spell excitedly.

But just when he raised his wand and prepared to bring down the giant monster, the monocle on his eyes began to tremble slightly, and there was a slight burning sensation on the skin where it was in contact with the monocle.

Roman didn't hesitate at all, and rolled on the spot. A pair of armors beside the corridor had already charged towards him, and struck the spot where he had just stood with a sword.

Transfiguration?

Or alchemy?

Roman didn't have time to think, he waved his wand quickly, and pieces of rope flew out from the end of the wand, tying the armor tightly.

It couldn't swing its sword. It jumped twice in place and found that it couldn't break free, so it fell to the ground and broke into a pile of parts.

As the armor disintegrated, the ropes fell off one after another, but the parts of the armor made an unsettling rustling sound, as if something was crawling over it.

A blazing flame shot out from the head of Roman's wand, building a thick barrier in front of him.

The flames burned the floor and armor, blowing up the rising water vapor, as if the air was distorted.

Quiet, still quiet, except for the footsteps of the giant monster in the distance, there was no movement.

The flames gradually spread, and the cold air outside the castle entered through the cracks in the windows, combining with the rising flames to form gusts of breeze. Affected by this wind, a pair of armor behind Roman seemed to move slightly.

The corner of his eye told him that there was only an empty pair of iron armor there, and the mask was empty, but as his attention shifted, the monocle released an even greater burning sensation.

This heat sensation was very subtle. Instead of causing any harm to the skin, it actually stimulated Roman's reflex nerves.

He became more and more excited. He handed the grapevine wand to his left hand and reached out his right hand to grab the empty mask.

When the spell was cast, the flames that lacked combustibles were extinguished instantly.

The cold air forced back by the heat on both sides of the corridor instantly sank and rolled back, and for a moment there was a biting chill.

The next second, the wand in his left hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The bone wand glowing with green light instantly appeared in Roman's right hand. He turned the tip of the wand without any hesitation, and without even saying a spell, he firmly grasped it and thrust it behind him.

A stream of warm blood poured on his wizard robe, and the faint green light on the bone staff became brighter, so bright that it was a bit scary.

"I don't know how to fight in close combat, I'm just a shitty mage."

Roman looked at the ugly monster lying on the ground.

With its slimy skin and two subtle fangs, it looks a bit like the ghoul in the Weasley's attic.

"Invisible monster, Professor Quirrell is playing really weird."

He calmed down, but his ears heard the screams of girls in the distance.

When he arrived at the famous bathroom——

Harry was wrapping his arms around the troll's neck from behind, inserting his precious, special-meaning, Ollivander-made, Fawkes-feathered, lifelong enemy of Voldemort's holly wand into the troll. in the nostrils.

The troll roared in pain, twisted around, and waved the wooden stick in his hand. Harry hugged it tightly and wouldn't let go; but the troll would throw him off at any time, then grab him and give him the wooden stick. A terrible blow.

Ron took out his wand - he didn't know what spell he should use to defeat this behemoth.

If he had never seen the world, he might casually recite a spell, but after receiving a "talking" education from the future expert on magical creatures, Ron, Ron now had no idea how to deal with a 4X-level magical creature.

And Rolf, who had only stayed at the Burrow for a while, obviously would not tell Ron, who had not yet gone to school, how to fight the trolls.

"Roman, hurry up, stop him!" Summoner Ron decided on the target.

But Roman didn't jump out of the Poké Ball.

From their perspective, after Roman appeared at the door of the women's restroom covered in blood, he leaned against the door frame with his shoulders crossed and began to argue with the troll:

"Big man, look at me! I know you!"

"There's no need to be so irritable if the blind date fails."

Then he looked at Ron who was about to cry:

"Ron, there is a lot of trouble in following the Savior. Try to solve it."

Roman didn't interfere in Ron's growth. Maybe this was a reward for Mrs. Weasley's kindness?

"Think about its weaknesses?" Roman prompted, completely ignoring Harry who was about to be thrown into the toilet by the troll.

"Weakness, weakness." Ron looked at the troll's rough skin and its ugly, small head.

"Its head!"

I don’t know if the desire to win overcame the fear of death, but Miss Hermione Granger responded at the critical moment.

"Of course I know." Ron had a tough mouth and held up his wand with sweat on his head. He didn't know what to do when he heard himself yelling the first spell that came to his mind: "Yingadim" Leviosa!"

The wooden stick suddenly flew out of the giant monster's hand, rose high into the air, then slowly turned around - then fell down and hit its owner on the head, making an earth-shattering explosion.

The troll swayed in place and fell face down on the floor with a thud that shook the room.

Roman looked at the effect of this floating spell, curled his lips, and muttered softly: "Fuck your idealism."

Suddenly there was a sound of loud footsteps, like many people running in the corridor. The three people in the room raised their heads, and even Roman gave way to the toilet door knowingly.

The movement just now was too loud, and people nearby should have heard the violent collision and the roar of the giant monster.

A moment later, Professor McGonagall burst into the room, closely followed by Snape, and Quirrell at the end.

Quirrell only glanced at the troll, then let out a weak sob, sat on a toilet, and clutched his chest tightly.

"What kind of trick are you playing?" Professor McGonagall said, with cold anger in her voice. "You are lucky that you were not killed by it. Why don't you just stay in the dormitory?"

"And you, Roman, do you think this school has nothing left to give you?" She stared at the blood on Roman's body, making Roman take a half step back uncomfortably.

Snape glanced at Harry quickly and forcefully, causing him to lower his head to count the floor tiles.

At this time, a low voice came from the shadows.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall - they're looking for me."

"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall finally found a girl in the ruins.

Hermione finally struggled to her feet.

"I came to see the troll because I - I thought I could deal with it on my own - you know, because I'd read about them in books and knew a lot about them."

Snape was not in the mood to listen to their nonsense, and bent down to look at the troll, "Mr. Heller, I don't seem to have found such a big bleeding point on the troll?"

"You're right, I'm afraid we still have another scene to investigate." Roman cleaned his robe, and the blood stains and dirt were cleaned up by the wand like a vacuum cleaner.

"It's not far from here," he replied, looking at Professor McGonagall's questioning eyes.

"Armor and monsters! Armor and monsters!"

Before Roman could finish his words, Peeves' voice came from not far away.

Snape looked at Harry hard again, as if to confirm that there were no wounds on his body; then he hurriedly walked towards the direction where Peeves made the sound.

"Quilinas, follow up and take a look, okay? They may need you." Professor McGonagall interrogated the students while looking at Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to be seriously injured, clutching the robe over his heart with his hands, but still nodded reluctantly.

"This is..." Snape looked at the monster lying in the corridor, "Invisible monster?"

"Before the end of 1620... Phineas Fletcher smuggled an invisible beast to North America... He wanted to use this creature to make an invisibility cloak... but the invisible beast escaped on the ship, and Ghouls have reproduced offspring. Their offspring...are the original invisible monsters." Professor Quirrell's stammering voice came from behind them.

"Thank you, I don't need you to educate me on this common sense." Snape said sarcastically, "Also, this kind of monster feeds on humans."

"Why?" This time it was Roman's turn not to understand. He really hadn't paid much attention to this creature.

In his dictionary, the invisible monster is a very aggressive but uncommon monster, and the materials on it have a certain resale value.

"Experts speculate that Phineas Fletcher once cruelly treated the animals under his control, so this may be a blood feud."

Snape gritted his teeth and explained, then he turned his head, his eyes filled with suppressed anger:

"Mr. Heller, I would like to remind you that this is a stupid, completely Gryffindor-like behavior."

In this regard, Roman, who could not betray Dumbledore because Quirrell was present, could only smile bitterly and said, "Leave me alone, Professor."

This is of course a Gryffindor-like behavior, but who makes the head of Gryffindor the boss of this school?