Abyss Lord's HP Daily

Elendil glanced at him in surprise, and asked, "What kind of death smell is it?"

"His body is rotten," Azrael said calmly, "and he has the spirit of death." Since Elendil returned from the abyss, he no longer guards the restricted area, and he doesn't care much about it. He showed up at Hogwarts, so he had never seen Quirrell. It was the first time he saw him today, and he felt the strong breath of death on the other party.

Quirrell was talking to Professor Flitwick next to him. Basically, Professor Flitwick was talking, and he was listening, occasionally responding, but seeing Professor Flitwick's expression, he seemed to appreciate him very much.

Elendil listened carefully and heard that they were discussing a magical creature in Romania.

He couldn't help admiring Azrael: "He's so serious about studying even when he's almost dead, it seems that I misunderstood him, he is really a good teacher!"

Azrael's black line: "Your Majesty! Can't you use your mental power to take a look? There are two souls in him!"

Elendil was about to watch, but saw Quirrell get up suddenly, and told Professor Flitwick to leave the table to go to the bathroom.

"Wait until he comes back." He didn't take it seriously, and began to eat the pudding on his plate seriously.

But after a while, Quirrell rushed back to the auditorium in a panic, with his hood on one side, panting and running to Dumbledore's chair, stammering: "Yes, there are trolls, In the basement classroom..." Then he fainted on the ground.

There was an uproar in the auditorium.

Dumbledore stood up and made a few piercing pops with his wand before the auditorium fell silent.

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

The prefects of all grades took the students of the college with ease and followed the deans to leave the auditorium in a line.

In the chaos, Elendil touched Quirrell, squatted down and poked his head, covering his nose, "Are you really dizzy? It's too weak to be stunned by a troll...Harry is not afraid of."

He stared at Quirrell, who was motionless, and gathered his mental energy into a bundle to probe into his mind.

"Elandil, what are you doing? Let's go to the restricted area!" Dumbledore greeted him.

He waved his hand back, "You go with Little Lal, I found a big piece of cake~" He has already found a piece of soul fragment that smells very familiar to him.

Startled, Dumbledore asked, "That one?"

The lord smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's a big piece!"

He pointed to Quirrell who was still pretending to be dizzy on the ground, "It's on the back of his head!"

Quirrell's fingers moved suddenly, and a green light shot out from his hand and sank into Elendil's chest.

"Oh, I'm really not dizzy..." Elendil stood up and stepped on his back fiercely.

Poor Quirrell, he was about to jump up, but was stepped back again, and his face hit the ground with a "bang", the sound was so loud that Dumbledore couldn't help covering his face.

Quirrell may have been dizzy from the impact, and he didn't react for a while, just being stepped on and motionless.

Elendil waved his hand at their little Lal, "Little Lal, go to the restricted area to see if he has any accomplices, and we will go to the principal's office to wait for your news."

Azrael took orders.

"Oh, the smell of garlic makes me dizzy, Dumbledore, can you tie him up and take him to your office?" Elendil looked at Quirrell with disgust, "I don't know if my cake will Smoked into garlic, how to eat garlic cake..."

Dumbledore, who was already unable to complain about his foodie attributes, came over silently and stunned Quirrell with the Stunning Curse, then restrained him with the Imprisonment Curse, and then floated him with the Levitating Curse, and followed Elendil Go to your own office.

When they reached the second floor, they just heard a commotion. It turned out that there were Gryffindor students in front of them. Their dormitory is on the eighth floor like the principal's office. It's just that Professor McGonagall has taken them away just now. Why are they still there? Will you stay on the second floor?

Elendil leaned over to look gossipingly, and immediately understood.

The students were all stuck in the corridor, and in front of them, at the stairway from the second floor to the third floor, there was a giant standing there waving a huge wooden stick, and his family's Harry Bean was very He jumped up in the air handsomely and kicked the giant monster's head.

Professor McGonagall roared in front of the students: "Harry Potter! Come back to me!"

Elendil was excited, and he clenched his fists to cheer Harry up: "Harry, grab his stick!"

The troll was kicked by Harry, and it staggered obviously. One can imagine the strength of Harry's kick.

After Harry Douding finished kicking, he backflipped and landed neatly, and then kicked again on the wrist of the troll's stick-holding hand, and the stick fell to the ground with a sound.Then, under the amazed eyes of the little animals in Hogwarts, he picked up the stick, kicked his foot on the wall to borrow strength, and jumped so high that it was almost level with the troll's head, and then swung the stick. In the past, there was a whirring wind.

I saw that the giant monster's body swayed and began to fall forward

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The students panicked and retreated in a hurry, causing Elendil to be pushed back by them.After Harry Douding swung the stick, he didn't have any strength on his feet, so he simply kicked the troll again, and used the strength of the rebound to retreat to the back of the students.

The troll finally crashed to the ground.

When Professor McGonagall saw that the scene had calmed down, he immediately found Harry Bean Ding and roared, "How dare you! That's a troll!"

Harry Douding looked innocent: "But Azrael took me to fight trolls before, there is no problem, and when your friends are in danger, shouldn't a capable person protect them ?”

Professor McGonagall almost took his breath away: look what he said!Saying that he is a "capable person" and speaking so confidently, he was really taught by that Elendil!

At this time, Dumbledore finally came out to smooth things over: "Okay, Minerva, anyway, Harry is fine, isn't he? We should also praise him for solving the immediate crisis, eh, Gran Five points for Fendo. Alright, everyone, go back to the dormitory."

A curious student saw Quirrell floating by him, and couldn't help asking, "Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with Professor Quirrell?"

Dumbledore said with regret: "Oh, poor Quirinus fainted from fright. I'm planning to take him back to my office and ask him about the situation when he wakes up."

The little animals secretly laughed at the cowardly Professor Quirrell, followed Professor McGonagall back to their dormitory, and occasionally expressed their admiration to Harry Douding who had made great contributions just now.

Dumbledore floated Quirrell, walking slowly up behind them, while Elendil was still walking far ahead of him, clutching his nose.

After finally reaching the principal's office, Dumbledore put Quirrell on the floor as soon as he entered the door, and waved to Elendil: "Come on, take out your cake."

Elendil walked over happily holding his nose, and his mental power went into Quirrell's head, and then his face changed greatly: "Ah! It's gone!"

"What?!" Dumbledore turned pale with shock, "How could it be gone?"

Elendil wailed, "It must have escaped while we were not paying attention during the riot just now, damn it! If I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have watched any excitement..."

He glared at Dumbledore again: "I'll forget it, why didn't you notice?! You didn't go to cheer Harry up!"

Dumbledore stroked his beard innocently, "Then what, I was also worried about little Harry at the time, so I was watching too."

"It shouldn't have run too far, I'll look for it again!" Elendil simply closed his eyes and expanded the scope of his spiritual search, centering on the castle, to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, but he couldn't find it.

"How could it not!" He gritted his teeth angrily, "The duck with its mouth was flying! This is a great shame! His Majesty Elendil has never let food escape! I must catch it If you can’t catch it, write my name upside down!”

For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to see the fighting spirit burning like a flame in him.