Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

(Recovery Chapter, 7K6)

They spent the last few days of October waiting for the fire crab eggs to arrive, and Halloween came quietly.

A thousand bats transformed by transfiguration were fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand bats formed low dark clouds on the side. A strange atmosphere spread in the auditorium of Hogwarts. Some timid little wizards lowered their heads in fear.

They looked at the golden plate on the table, trying not to let their eyes pay attention to the low-flying dark clouds, but the flickering flames in the pumpkin lanterns were refracted and flickered on the plate, and the pumpkin heads, big or small, were reflected on the plate. The countless smiling faces seemed to be watching them.

Fortunately, the food that filled the plate soon diverted their attention. A container similar to a crucible was an unprecedented prop. It was a hollowed-out pumpkin head, with a pumpkin inside. The bubbling crucible, the red soup with the smell of spicy spices, is like a boiling pool of blood.

"I hope you all like the surprise I have prepared for you!"

Dumbledore stood at his table and spoke cheerfully to all the young wizards.

"Two nights ago, I accidentally ate a very interesting delicacy, and I think it is also in line with the tone of tonight. The prepared food on the plate is picked up with small tongs, and then placed in a boiling soup pot. The hot hot pot will drive away the cold tonight. Believe me, this will definitely be a novel Halloween that you have never experienced before."

"That's right." Dumbledore paused, pointed to the group of bats hovering above people's heads, and then stretched out a hand, and a small bat flew into his palm.

"If you need some dipping sauce, you can do the same as me and just raise your hand."

Dumbledore used a thin long-handled tong to pick up a piece of snow-white meat and rinsed it in a hot red soup pot. He then squeezed the bat in his hand, causing it to spit out some bubbles of cooking oil with a strong fragrance, and then Put the cooked meat slices in the floating bubbles, open your mouth and bite into it.

"The delicious food will bloom the moment you chew it and fill your mouth!"

Dumbledore had a happy smile on his face, "Try it."

"There are seven flavors of sauce. My favorite is the sweet dipping sauce with honey. I hope you like it too."

The boastful Dumbledore gave a thumbs up, and Rollo, who saw Dumbledore's gaze, could only smile and nod. The hotpot modified by Dumbledore's magic really had an exotic flavor.

He regretted inviting Dumbledore to the kitchen that night. Since he was not used to using chopsticks and a fork was not suitable for him, Dumbledore used Transfiguration to make a small tong on the spot, and later developed several kinds of tongs. A very English hot pot dipping dish, honey mustard version, licorice mint version...

But apart from Rollo, Hagrid and Rolf who were present that night also enjoyed their meal very much.

After Dumbledore took the lead in demonstrating, the little wizards also boldly tried it. Although squeezing a bat into spitting dipping bubbles was a bit curious, the taste they tasted quickly made them accept this strange device. Certainly.

For a time, the auditorium was filled with a happy atmosphere, especially after the dark clouds composed of bats became thinner, and the ceiling was once again occupied by stars, which swept away the previous gloomy atmosphere.

But the happy time did not last long. In the heat of the moment, Professor Quirrell suddenly opened the small door on one side and rushed into the auditorium in a panic.

The turban on his head was worn crookedly, and his face was full of fear. Such strange behavior attracted people's attention to him.

I saw him walking crookedly next to Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, and shouting breathlessly: "The troll - in the underground classroom - thought you should know -"

After saying that, he fell to the floor and seemed to have fainted.

The auditorium was silent for a second, and then a huge noise broke out. The news that the troll invaded Hogwarts made the young wizards panic. Although many of them did not know the specific information about the troll, this guy was The wizarding world has a bad reputation.

Their stupidity is often linked to cruelty, because it is difficult for them to distinguish whether the food in front of them is a person or something else. In short, after seeing it, they just go over with a stick. What they eat is not important to them, what is important is that they are full.

As the rumors about the power of the troll were spread by more and more people, the increasingly noisy auditorium almost tended to go berserk. Dumbledore had to raise his wand, but just when he was about to calm everyone down, The chaos in the Great Hall was disrupted by the sudden silence of the Slytherin table.

It's like being in a noisy classroom about to start class. Suddenly, for a moment, there is no sound in the class, and those who were speaking will immediately silence themselves. Most people will return to their original state after realizing that it is not the teacher who comes. noisy.

Slytherin, who suddenly became silent, was the one who disrupted the pace. Their silence made Ravenclaw on the side also shut up, followed closely by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Just when the noise was about to start again, a voice came from the Slytherin table.

"Can you give this giant monster to me for experimentation? The troll tribe is a bit too far away from Hogwarts. It would be troublesome for me to catch one back. Can you give me a ready-made one?"

Rollo's words made the little wizards temporarily forget about the 'terrible' nature of the trolls. They were chattering and talking, and many girls even screamed and held their chins in a frenzy.

"You've learned how to deal with trolls, haven't you?"

Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Professor Kettleburn hasn't taught it yet, but he probably doesn't want his baby to transform into that smelly, stupid guy."

"But dealing with trolls is easy."

Rollo held up two fingers.

"First, you must master the head-soaking spell to prevent yourself from being suffocated to death or vomited by the smell of the troll."

A burst of rare laughter spread among the little wizards, and this statement made them very interested.

"Secondly, although the troll has good resistance to magic, two or three people can barely stun him with a stun spell, but with just a simple confusion spell, their little heads can't turn around."

"It seems you have a lot of experience." Dumbledore nodded, and his reply also made the little wizard realize that the commotion and fear they just sent out was a little ridiculous.

"Ten points for Slytherin. Thank you for explaining it correctly to everyone, but I can't let you go there alone. Severus, you go with him."

"Can Hagrid go over and help? The troll is too heavy. Hagrid can help me drag him away."

Rollo made a suggestion, "But Professor Snape can go and look after Professor Quirrell. After all, he doesn't seem to be in good condition at the moment. If he hurts his brain..."

Rollo pointed to his head, "That would be even worse, right?"

"Then please Hagrid, please accompany Rollo there."

"I will protect him, Professor Dumbledore, don't worry."

Hagrid smiled heartily, then put down his large tong-like tongs and stood up from his seat in the classroom. Although Hagrid was a gamekeeper, he had always sat with the professors.

The two quickly left the auditorium, and the normal lively discussion resumed behind them. After knowing how to deal with the troll, the little wizard no longer had the fear caused by the unknown before.

"Hey! Rollo, and Hagrid!"

Several hurried footsteps appeared when they turned the first corner of the corridor. Running towards them quickly were Harry, Hermione and Draco. Instead of continuing to enjoy the Halloween feast, they took I ran over with some curiosity and worry, but it was more curiosity than worry.

"I recommend that you go back to the auditorium for dinner. Even with the head soaking spell, it's still very unappetizing after watching the troll."

Rollo told them the truth, and he didn't mind the three of them joining in the fun.

"Rollo is right. Trolls are really disgusting. I once went to the valley where they gather. The smell..."

Hagrid shook his head sadly, "It's so disgusting. I swear, I don't want to go there again in my life."

"Fortunately, there may be only one today, but I'm curious how such a thing could enter Hogwarts? They are so stupid that they can't even tell whether they have had dinner, so why do they suddenly appear in the castle?"

Hagrid scratched his head with a puzzled look on his face. This news was a bit unbelievable to him.

"He was brought in. What other possibilities could there be?"

Rollo, who was walking at the front, shrugged and spoke indifferently, but no matter who sent the troll in, there was nothing wrong with him. Why not have one more experimental subject?

Behind what Rollo didn't see, the three people following them looked at each other thoughtfully, seeming to have some more guesses in their minds.

"We are going to the underground classroom soon. Are you sure you want to satisfy your curiosity?"

Rollo stopped at the stairs and turned to look at the three of them.

"Uh-huh."

The unwilling people nodded repeatedly, and then saw Rollo pull out the wand.

"From now on, we are members of the Bubble Head family."

Several bubbles flew out from the tip of Rollo's staff and then covered their heads. This bubble magic, similar to a water film, can effectively filter out almost all poisonous gases and various weird smells, and can even make people feel uncomfortable. Breathing underwater is a very practical life magic. The reason why wizards rarely die of drowning is largely due to this magic.

"When did you learn this?"

Hermione's angry inquiry sounded a bit strange. She was curious about the magic that was not recorded in "Standard Spells - Elementary".

"I borrowed some old senior textbooks from Professor Flitwick, and I copied all the magic that I might need. It's not difficult to learn."

Although his performance at Ollivander's Wand Shop was mediocre, and his magical talent seemed to be average, Rollo discovered after being exposed to magic that as long as he knew the pronunciation pauses and gestures of spells, he would be able to use spells as the basis for entry. Basically, I have never encountered a situation where I needed to practice more than three times to master it.

As the number one super hybrid in the magic world, Rollo has gradually figured out some of his special talents that distinguish him from others.

He has the same precise control over magic power as magical creatures. He doesn't even need a wand. He can still cast spells without reducing his strength. The wand, a necessary magic medium for wizards, is in front of him. There is no difference at all. Ordinary wands have no positive reinforcing effect on him.

One can even make a bold guess. If the tendons pulled from Rollo's body were used to make a wand, they would probably have stronger magic transmission capabilities than magical materials such as dragon's heart tendons.

But when Hermione heard these words, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. The only enemy of a genius was someone who was also a genius, and these light words made Hermione realize that she still needed to work harder.

They walked down the European sports hall and came to the corridor of the underground classroom, but there was no one to guide them in the empty area. Quirrell only gave an approximate location before he passed out, but did not clearly explain the location of the troll. Where are the activities.

"Should we bring this bubble with us later? Following the smell should help us find that guy faster."

Brave classmate Draco raised his hand and made a very reliable suggestion.

"If you don't want to eat dinner, or plan to spit out what your brother has eaten, I wouldn't mind Draco doing you a favor."

Hearing Rollo's answer...Draco's face suddenly turned a little green, but after a fierce mental struggle, Draco gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Courage is commendable, but not necessary."

Rollo smiled and patted Draco on the shoulder, "We have better friends who can help."

"Right, Peeves?"

Rollo shouted into the empty corridor, and an elf with a wicked smile appeared out of nowhere.

"Rolo, little devil! How did you know that the great Peeves was here?"

"Because the great Peeves is very happy to help his friends, right? You never let us down."

"of course!"

The proud-looking Peeves was flying around in front of Rollo triumphantly.

"Can you please help me tell the ghost? There are many of them, and they can pass through walls. It is easy to find a troll."

"Are you looking down on me, Mr. Peeves?"

Peeves, who was a little unhappy after hearing this, jumped up and down angrily: "You don't need those guys, I can find that giant monster right away."

As the mischievous elf of Hogwarts, Peeves is a creature similar to ghosts but different from ghosts. He has what ghosts do not have: a mind that can learn and think, and a body that can freely transform reality and reality. Peeves can touch. Real objects or even moving real objects is something that ghosts are completely unable to do.

Peeves suddenly flew towards the wall and rushed into the wall in an instant. A sharp and strange laughter continued to echo in the empty underground classroom area. In less than half a minute, Peeves came back alive and well. Arriving in front of Rollo.

"That smelly big monster is going to the toilet to finish his meal!"

Peeves, holding his stomach and laughing, flipped back and forth in mid-air, "Maybe this will whet your appetite?"

"If you hurry up, maybe you can join us for dinner!"

Peeves, who had had enough laughter, disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. Only the strange laughter gradually disappeared in the constant reverberation.

"Then now we..."

After hearing what Peeves said, Draco frowned and hesitated. He was not afraid of the risks brought by taking risks. He would not tremble even if he broke a bone and heard ancient magical names. But if he was allowed to visit The troll is in the toilet....

"Yuck~"

Draco, who was a little nauseous, retched and turned a little pale.

"So you are still going to take a look now?"

"Come all come!"

Harry held Draco's arm and spoke loudly to encourage himself.

"Aren't you willing to eat a pound if you don't pack it back?"

Rollo's teasing made Harry unable to hold back any longer. Finally, amid Hagrid's comforting laughter, the three pale-faced people barely kept up with their progress and continued to move forward.

There is a large men's and women's bathroom on each floor of the castle, and there is also a bathroom in the basement classroom area, but it is rarely used. To be honest, if the troll chooses to eat there, he probably won't be full.

Within a few minutes, Rollo and the others arrived near the bathroom, and the dull sounds of the monster's footsteps and the scraping sounds of dragging heavy objects gradually became clearer.

After walking around the corner, a huge humanoid creature about twelve feet tall, a head taller than Hagrid, appeared in front of them.

Trolls are much shorter than giants. Their skin is dull and dull. At first glance, it looks like gray granite. But if you look closely, you will see that it is armor made of layers of dirt. It is huge and His stupid body was like a clay doll made of dirty soil, with a potato-like head stuck in the middle of his shoulders that was extremely inconsistent with his bloated body.

His short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and the thick calluses acted like shoe soles to protect his huge flat feet. On the road he walked, there would always be one wet spot after another that exuded a disgusting stench. footprint.

The scraping sound that accompanied the footsteps came from the huge wooden stick in the troll's hand. This stick was almost the same as a log and was just a tree trunk as thick as a thigh. The troll's arms were very long, which caused The giant stick was dragged to the ground by him.

Although you can't smell the stench emanating from the giant monster, you can already feel the dirty stench coming to your face just by looking at it. When Rollo discovered the giant monster, the giant monster also used his little Small eyes stared at them.

"#￥%...&"

The troll opened its mouth and roared out many unknown syllables. Although it was stupid, the troll had its own 'language'. Although it sounded like a murmur of 'snoring', it could indeed express some simple words. Meaning, a wizard who somehow learned the troll language once gave an affirmative answer.

"What is this guy talking about?"

"You think any of us can understand?"

Several pairs of eyes looked at Rollo curiously, and even Hagrid lowered his head.

"Sorry, I really can't do this..."

Rollo, whose mouth twitched slightly, gave them a disappointing answer.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, the stinking giant suddenly quickened its pace, changing from a slow walk to a long stride, and he also lifted the stick that was dragging on the ground.

Hagrid put on a defensive posture, but he seemed to be thinking whether it would be too disgusting to punch him later. Maybe he should get a new pair of shoes?

Rollo didn't give Hagrid a chance to take action. He flicked his wand, and the running troll staggered and fell to the ground awkwardly. Its arms and legs that were twisting randomly seemed to no longer obey his orders. , even if he wanted to get up, he couldn't.

"Is the confusion spell working?"

Hermione asked somewhat eagerly.

"of course."

Rollo nodded affirmatively, "Trolls have negative resistance to magic that affects the mind or brain, so even the confusion spell that has just been introduced can have an excellent effect on them."

"But if we take him out... I don't think Hagrid wants to touch the old mud on him, it's almost turned into armor."

"I need to knock him out and give him a bath."

"Floating into the air."

Rollo's wand pointed at the log stick on the side. The nearly two-meter-long tree trunk was lifted up by magic and steadily rose to a height of ten feet.

"Ten thousand bullets fired!"

As the wand was swung down, the wooden stick that had been given initial speed by magic accelerated its fall after breaking away from the suspension of the floating spell. A dull loud noise came out, and the limbs of the giant monster were hit on the head with huge force by his own weapon. He straightened and tensed suddenly, and finally fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

A lot of messy things fell from his body, but after seeing the truth of these 'dropped objects', everyone felt nauseated and retched again.

They were pieces of dirt-free old mud that had collapsed and fallen. Wriggling maggots could still be seen inside, as well as some highly rotten pieces of meat and fur. The bone fragments were stained black-gray by the putrid juice, as well as some fearless Smelly and dirty insects, they have reached a certain symbiotic or residential relationship with the trolls.

"Clear water is like a spring."

The water jet from the tip of the wand washed away the dirt on the surface. Rollo flipped the wand and directed the wooden stick to push the giant monster over, turning him over and flushing him out. Unfortunately, the water flow with such strength was as hard as armor for the giant monster. The old mud has no effect.

"Perhaps we should use a more radical method. Anyway, the troll has good magic resistance. I can't hurt him alone."

"Maybe this will do."

After thinking for a moment, Rollo chose a very practical magic. This magic is usually used by wizards to open temporary shelters in the wild, or to dig holes to bury things.

"Dig three feet."

The digger who was able to dig out a big hole in the land used magic to directly plow a ditch at least three fingers deep on the back of the giant monster. The iron-gray skin of the giant monster was finally exposed to the air after an unknown period of time. The muddy water suddenly turned more than one shade darker. In order not to leave traces of deep soaking pollution in the corridors of Hogwarts, Rollo quickly waved his wand and used a cleaning spell to sweep away the dirt.

"I think I'm going to throw up now..."

Hermione, who looked pale, could no longer think about how much magic Rollo had mastered. She supported the wall and did not dare to look at the construction site.

"Leave it to me here. You can go back. If you really can't forget it, you can ask Professor McGonagall to give you a forgetting spell. Blurring your memory for a few seconds will not have a long-term impact on your brain. At most, it’s forgetfulness and confusion that lasts for a short while.”

"Go back." Luo Luo urged, and the three people who no longer held on ran away at this moment, not wanting to stay for a moment.

"Rolo, don't you want to vomit?"

Hagrid, who was also a little pale, turned his head and didn't want to see the unappetizing scene of Rollo bathing the troll. He really felt that Rollo was a man and he was really cruel to him!

"I've seen much more disgusting stuff than this, and that's okay."

Since his family had a slaughterhouse in his previous life, this scene was not fundamentally different from bathing pig intestines for rough processing. He had long been used to it. There were hundreds of pigs in that day, and the scene was even more spectacular than now.

"Torn to pieces—torrents gushing—cleaned up—"

A set of combined punches easily washed the troll's butt until it was shiny, and Rollo felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"What on earth have you experienced?"

Hagrid clicked his tongue and exclaimed, he was really convinced.

"I've been through a lot - I really don't believe this old mud can't be cleaned - a thunderbolt explosion!"

The unconscious giant jumped on the spot, and the charred mud armor finally broke into several pieces and was washed clean.

"Sometimes, you can't decide what will happen to you, but - to pieces - we can choose to accept it and get used to it."

"The whirlwind sweeps away."

Rollo put away his wand and looked up at Hagrid, "Okay, now we can get this guy out, and then find a strong cage to lock him up. It may be useful for subsequent experiments."

But when Hagrid's eyes fell on the giant monster again, the big guy with an iron-gray appearance was now as smooth as a polished granite stone with a 'moisture' protruding from it.

"It looks really much better now."

After seeing this scene, Hagrid couldn't help but feel relieved. He took out a big tattered glove from his arms and put it on, then grabbed the troll's hands and dragged him away easily.

"I'll let it stay quietly and let the owl bring me some dipping sauce made by the professor later. I have to taste the whole hot pot when I get back. I wasn't full just now."

Hagrid patted his belly and carried the troll towards the exit.

"Then I'll see you in a few days. I'll have the owl send the fire crab eggs directly to you. Don't let Yaya's greedy mouth eat them. This thing is not expensive, but it's hard to buy."

"Don't worry 1 times!"

Hagrid's figure disappeared from Rollo's sight, and when he came to the stairs leading up, three people with much better expressions were waiting for him here.

"I forgot to lift the bubble-head spell for you. I'm sorry."

Rollo took out his wand and pointed it at himself and the three of them, "Go and remove the smell first, but I recommend that you take a shower when you go back - the whirlwind will sweep away."

The strange smell did not appear after they lifted the head-bubble spell, but it was probably because of the troll. Their noses always smelled the stench that might be an hallucination.

"Rolo, you are late tonight... no, are you free tomorrow night?"

After resisting the urge to pinch her nose, Hermione asked Rollo.

"If it's a Halloween costume party or something, then I won't go. The seniors are all like wolves and tigers. I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand them."

Although Luo Luo shook his head repeatedly, he liked Sister Yu in his heart, but so far, no senior sister could make him shine.

"That's not the case... They had a falling out. In order to get the priority to dance with you, they had a falling out a long time ago..."

Hearing Hermione tell such gossip about the void, Rollo was really dumbfounded.

"What's the matter?"

"I want to go to the restricted area." Hermione said in a low voice.

"Then go, Mrs. Norris remembers your smell, and I also said hello to Peeves, and the ghosts won't do it. As long as you don't go back to the dormitory around 01:30 to [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, the Fat Lady won't I found out after he didn't come back from a visit."

But after hesitating for half a second, Luo Luo paused and changed the subject: "Okay, I'm free anyway, let's go together."

The words "I have a little secret" written on their faces couldn't fool his eyes, but everyone had their own little secret, and Rollo didn't intend to be a know-it-all. Such little things were just a piece of cake. , anyway, he couldn't sleep until two o'clock at night.

After receiving a positive answer, the three people left in a hurry. It seemed that there were a few more hard-working bathers tonight.

Rollo also raised his arms, asked about his clothes suspiciously, and walked away with a frown on his face.

"It still seems to have a bit of a stench... This damn troll must be tested properly in the future, and it can't be wasted."