Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Upon hearing this, Harry glanced at Ron, whose expression had changed drastically.

However, before the two could say anything...

The two of them only heard a loud bang.

Look for the sound.

The auditorium doors were pushed open with tremendous force.

Even Li Xiao, an actor who considers himself to be a competent actor, couldn't help but admire this scene.

Looking at Professor Quirrell entering, costume and makeup artist Li Xiao decided to give him three points.

Although the magic robe was disheveled, there was no dust or bloodstains, and even the hat was not askew.

I'd also give three points for the facial expression.

Next, we'll discuss the relationship between the dialogue and the progression of emotions.

The door was pushed open, attracting everyone's attention, and then they ran around in a panic.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Once he was sure everyone was looking at him, Professor Quirrell stood still, as if his emotions had reached their peak.

Then, with a sob in his voice, he shouted:

"The troll is in the basement!"

A giant monster has appeared in the basement!!!

Professor Quirrell looked at Dumbledore, who had stood up, and the other professors whose expressions had changed drastically.

After swaying from side to side twice, he fell face down with a glazed look in his eyes.

Li Xiao was so moved by this scene that he wanted to stand up and applaud.

In terms of acting skills among the Death Eaters who infiltrated Hogwarts, Li Xiao believes that Professor Quirrell is second to none.

It could even be the kind of thing that allows you to open a separate acting training class.

The one that was hidden the deepest, lasted the longest, and was also the most successful.

Compared to a cold-faced professor like Snape, Professor Quirrell is practically the epitome of approachability.

It can be said that if he hadn't been possessed by Voldemort and forced to...

This person won't be exposed so soon.

As for the subsequent undercover agents, Li Xiao strongly suspected that Dumbledore was pretending to be stupid.

Otherwise, Li Xiao really doesn't know how those people who don't even bother to act would have survived.

Return to reality.

Looking at Professor Quirrell, who had fallen to the ground.

Whether they are new students, returning students, or other professors on stage.

Everyone panicked for a split second.

Of course, the most excited were the freshmen who had only been there for a few days.

It's quite a coincidence that the freshmen just learned about trolls in their magic history class.

It is a massive, low-intelligence, and extremely dangerous species.

They generally lack intelligence, act solely on instinct, and are unable to communicate, which is why they are considered dangerous creatures.

The danger of trolls was evident from the expressions on the professors' faces on the podium.

Of course, from Li Xiao's perspective...

The professors weren't afraid, they were surprised.

The fact that there are giants in the school is surprising; it's a question worth pondering.

The freshmen got up in a panic, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

But it was at this time.

Dumbledore, dressed in a red magic robe, stood up.

"Quiet!"

After those two words were spoken, the hall, which had been filled with screams and panic, fell silent.

All the students stopped in their tracks and turned to look at the principal who had spoken.

I witnessed this bizarre scene.

The mentalists in all four teams had their eyelids twitching.

Even Zhan Lan instinctively reached out and grabbed Zheng Zha beside her.

Because this is actually a form of psychological attack.

No, it should be mental magic.

Zhan Lan noticed that Dumbledore, who had stood up, was holding a wand in his right hand.

However, the wand was not raised; it simply hung there.

So it's mental magic? Or something else?
Zhan Lan didn't know; she only sensed it.

Just a moment ago, a strong mental fluctuation swept through the entire hall.

"Please don't panic. Now, the grade leaders will lead the students from their respective colleges back to their dormitories to rest."

"Teachers, come with me to the basement!"

"Alright, go back now, children."

Finish this sentence.

The previously still scene was restored.

One by one, the students calmed down and began an orderly evacuation.

From the student's perspective, there might not be any problem.

However, to many exchange students, the scene was rather strange!

Because this is not the real world.

It's not about sitting on the sofa with the remote, watching TV, pausing whenever you want, and starting again whenever you want.

And now this scene has actually happened.

I saw a glimpse of Dumbledore's power.

Under Professor McGonagall's watchful gaze, all the exchange students obediently returned to their respective dormitories.

He asked if he didn't want anything to go wrong at this point, and then he'd end up taking the blame for Voldemort.

The trolls have absolutely nothing to do with them.

Meanwhile on the other side.

"Gryffindor students, keep up! Stay alert and watch your step so you don't fall behind."

The first-year students lined up in two rows, following the grade leader at the front.

After leaving the hall, their minds became active again.

"Oh my god, how did the troll get in?"

"The troll is stupid and won't come in by itself. Maybe someone is playing a joke on us."

Harry Potter looked at Ron: "Are you kidding me?"

"Use a giant?"

As Harry spoke, he suddenly remembered something, grabbed Ron, and hid him from the group.

Ron looked on in horror.

"What is Harry doing?"

"Aren't we going back to the dorm?"

Harry lowered his voice: "Hermione!"

"Hermione doesn't know this yet; the basement is very close to the women's restroom on the first floor."

Ron stood there, stunned.

"Oh my God!"

The two exchanged a glance and then ran back.

In the empty corridor.

The sound of the two running was very clear.

Harry ran after her, asking, "Ron, did you apologize to Hermione or not?"

Why did Hermione cry all afternoon?

Ron replied, "I really apologize, I swear, and I'm sure it's been less than three minutes."

But she said no.

"Wait, how did you apologize?"

Ron blurted out, "I told you you needed me to apologize to you?"

"Hermione didn't cry at the time, she was just very normal, and she said it wasn't necessary."

Upon hearing this, Harry Potter nearly tripped over his own feet and fell off.

Although Harry was only eleven years old, he knew that Ron was probably in big trouble.

But first we need to find Hermione.

The two people who were running quickly stopped after turning a corner.

They haven't arrived yet.

A gigantic, terrifying shadow appeared around the bend ahead.

They could tell at a glance that the shadow was definitely not human.

Because it is too high.

The two looked at each other.

Harry covered his mouth and said, "I think the troll has already left the basement."

Ron: "Wait, no, this direction...it's the women's restroom!!!"

After Ron finished speaking, he stomped his foot and rushed out again.

Seeing this, Harry quickly followed.

After wiping away her tears and finally calming herself down, Hermione closed the toilet stall door.

He walked out with his head down.

Hermione has decided that she will no longer be friends with Ron.

Because true friends don't speak ill of others behind their backs.

As she thought this, Hermione felt a breath of hot air blowing from the top of her head.

Moreover, two more brownish-yellow skin-like thighs, resembling stone pillars, appeared on the stone slab ground in front of them.

Hermione, with tears in the corners of her eyes, looked up in a daze.

She saw a being with its head touching the ceiling standing right in front of her, extremely close.

Hermione immediately covered her mouth with her hand and backed away.

The tears that had just stopped started flowing again.

Eleven-year-old Hermione reached for her wand in her pocket with trembling hands.

But they tried to catch him several times, but failed.

Hermione whirled around, opened the bathroom door, and went inside.

But at that moment, the troll simply raised the spiked club in its hand and swung it horizontally.

With Hermione's scream, she heard a whoosh of wind sweep over her head.

All that could be seen was a row of wooden toilet doors, all of which had been reduced to sawdust.

Fortunately, Hermione ducked down in time and was small enough to avoid the attack.

Wood chips were flying everywhere in the toilet.

But just then, two equally short figures rushed in through the door.

Ron, who was in front, shouted immediately, "Hermione, run!"

They were just two little kids who had just been exposed to magic.

Seeing this, all they could do was pick up the fragments around them and throw them at the giant.

But this wouldn't even break through their defenses, let alone tickle them.

"Hey, you big idiot, look here!"

Ron threw a piece of broken doorknob at the troll's head.

This left the person momentarily stunned.

Hermione took the opportunity to climb out of the ruins and hide in the corner opposite.

However, Hermione was too slow, and the troll still managed to see her.

He raised the spiked club in his hand once more.

He struck it down with a stick.

Hermione looked at the shattered stone slabs and walls behind her:
"Help!"

The spiked club fell, then rose again.

Harry Potter seized the opportunity and rushed forward to grab the arm holding the spiked club.

However, Harry soon realized he had miscalculated.

Even with its own weight added, the troll could lift it with ease.

Fortunately, Harry was quick-witted and, seeing that it was getting higher and higher, he let go and sat on the troll's neck.

This sudden movement caused the giant to begin twisting and turning wildly.

Like Harry riding on the back of a mad bull, he shouted:
"Ron, hurry and help!"

"Help? How can I help? He's so big!"

Harry: "Ron, hurry up and do anything!"

Seeing his two friends in danger, Ron nervously muttered to himself:

"Just make something simple, just make something simple!"

Ron feigned panic, but his hand deftly pulled out his wand from his pocket.

Then, without thinking, he shouted at the giant:
"Wingardim, Leviosa!"

The giant, who had raised his spiked club again, was taken aback.

Because the weapon in his hand had disappeared.

It didn't disappear; it hovered above my head.

Subsequently.

"fall!"

Once the spiked club that had been holding him in mid-air loosened its grip, he fell straight down.

The three of them heard only a muffled thud.

A large, fleshy lump appeared on the troll's head.

Then he swayed a couple of times and collapsed.

There was a bang.

Wood chips and dust immediately rose into the air.

The three, still shaken, immediately gathered together.

"Wow, I'm so cool!"

Ron said to himself.

Harry quickly tugged at Ron, who then realized what was happening and said to Hermione:

"The professor notified us about a troll. We heard you say you were in the bathroom, so we didn't know and thought we'd come to tell you. But on the way, we discovered that the troll's target was also the bathroom."

"So...so I'm sorry, Hermione..."

Harry Potter, hearing Ron finally apologize, then asked, "Hermione, are you alright?"

Hermione took two deep breaths.

"I'm fine, and thank you all."

"But is he dead?"

Harry: "I don't think so, he probably just passed out."

Harry spoke through the troll's nostrils, amidst the astonished stares of Ron and Hermione.

He pulled out his sticky magic wand.

"Oh, Harry, when did you put it in there!"

Harry said, "Do you think I'd be that crazy just riding on his shoulders?"

"I just stuck the wand in."

Even Hermione shook her head upon hearing this: "That's absolutely disgusting."

The three of them looked at the giant monster lying on the ground and started chatting.

When Hermione learned that Ron had dragged Harry over immediately, she had already forgiven her friend.

After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps rang out again.

McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Lodge all appeared at the same time.

Professor McGonagall, dressed in a green magic robe, looked at the giant on the ground.

“Oh my god, Harry, Ron, you three better explain yourselves.”

Then he looked at Hermione.

"Miss Granger, are you alright? I heard from the headmaster that you were in the restroom, so I came to check on you."

"I never expected that the troll would be here too."

After hearing this, Hermione came out and stood in front of Harry and Ron:
“This is all my fault, Professor McGonagall.”

"I was the one who went to find the troll."

“I had read about him in books, and I thought I could handle him. I was wrong!”

"If Harry and Ron hadn't come to my rescue, I might be dead."

Hermione reacted quickly.

After learning that she had been discovered by the three professors, she couldn't say that it was because she had stayed in the toilet that Harry and Ron had broken away from the group to rescue her.

If they say that, all three of them will lose points.

Ron and Harry were both taken aback when they heard Hermione's words.

Both of them seemed to want to say something, but Hermione turned around and gave them a killer look.

The two immediately shut up.

Professor McGonagall looked at the three people present.

Finally, staring at Hermione meaningfully, he said, "Miss Granger, this is really foolish of you."

I thought you were smarter than others.

You have disappointed me greatly; because of your behavior, Gryffindor has deducted five points.

McGonagall turned to look at Harry and Ron.

"As for the two of you, I hope you know how lucky you are."

Not many first-year students can defeat a troll and survive, so five points!

"You'll each get five points!"

Professor McGonagall turned and left after she finished speaking.

Professor Quirrell chuckled and said, “Alright, you three, if you’re not hurt, hurry up and go. It will wake up soon. Leave the rest to me.”

Professor Snape on the other side remained completely silent throughout.

On their way back.

Harry couldn't help but speak up:
"Didn't either of you notice the injury on Professor Snape's leg?"

Ron was stunned: "A wound? What happened?"

"Perhaps it's because of the trolls."

Harry shook his head: "No, there was no blood on the troll's weapon, and the wound looked more like..." (End of Chapter)