The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 9 The Halloween Turmoil

On Halloween night, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry held a grand party.

Inside the restaurant, numerous pumpkin lanterns of various shapes floated slowly in the air, emitting a mysterious yet warm glow.

The Weasley twins ingeniously dressed themselves up as vampires, their realistic fangs and eerie costumes making them look particularly terrifying, specifically to scare their classmates.

Laughter filled the hall.

The professors sat together, exchanging ideas in a pleasant and engaging manner.

Professor Snape, though present, seemed distracted, his face somber, completely out of place with the cheerful atmosphere.

"Youth is wonderful," Professor McGonagall said, gazing lovingly at her energetic students with a touch of melancholy. "I used to think to myself, what life would be like if I had a child..."

"You will definitely be an excellent mother," Wes said sincerely.

"Come on," Professor McGonagall waved her hand dismissively, a helpless expression on her face. "I'm not popular with children. Those naughty little ones would probably run far away from me."

"Most children today don't understand that strictness is actually a form of deep love. When they enter society and experience life's ups and downs, they will be deeply grateful for your teachings."

Weiss's words were partly out of genuine praise, and partly a compliment to the professor.

"When did you become so eloquent?" Professor McGonagall said with a smirk, "I wonder how many girls have been fooled by your silver tongue."

Wes simply shrugged, his face showing a hint of composure and calmness.

"No way!" Professor McGonagall covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide open. "Wes, you've never even been in a relationship."

At Hogwarts, many young wizards begin their first romantic relationship when they are fifteen or sixteen years old.

Someone like Wes is as rare as a legendary unicorn.

Some professors even cast sympathetic glances at him.

"Don't pity me," Wes said calmly, skillfully cutting a small piece of steak. "The world of magic is so vast that it's worth spending a lifetime exploring and pursuing."

Upon hearing this, Pomona Slott couldn't help but shed tears, choking out, "Poor Wes, he has never tasted the sweetness of love."

Dumbledore suddenly interjected, "Do you need Severus to concoct some love potion for you?"

"Shut up, Albus!" Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Don't come up with such ridiculous ideas again."

Wes put down his knife and fork, sighed softly, and said, "Headmaster, I am also skilled at brewing potions. Although I cannot match the exquisite skills of Professor Snape, a potion master, I am well aware that love potions are illegal."

"Really?" Dumbledore muttered, a look of grievance on his face. "As people get older, their memory just gets worse and worse."

Wes wouldn't believe Dumbledore's nonsense.

Just as the professors were enthusiastically discussing introducing a nice girl to Wes...

Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium in a panic.

His large scarf was perched crookedly on his head, and his face was filled with terror.

"The troll, the troll is in the basement." After saying this, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the floor, fainting on the spot.

In an instant, the auditorium descended into chaos.

Professor Dumbledore had to use his magic and shout at the top of his lungs to quiet everyone down.

He quickly instructed the prefects to safely escort the students from each year to their dormitories, while the professors would accompany him to the basement to check on the situation.

After all the students had left, Dumbledore led the professors hurriedly to the basement.

Before they even entered the basement, they heard sounds of a fierce fight coming from the direction of the women's restroom.

Upon hearing the sound, the professors immediately changed direction and hurried towards the women's restroom.

As soon as you get close, a nauseating odor hits you – a pungent, putrid smell of stinky socks mixed with the stench of an uncleaned public toilet.

Everyone knows that this is the monstrous, unbearable odor unique to giants.

The professors quickly drew their wands and prepared for battle.

Upon entering the women's restroom, I found that the entire restroom had been smashed and was in complete disarray.

A gigantic monster lay helplessly on the floor.

Hermione, sitting on the ground, still had glistening tears on her face. Harry and Ron were standing around her, gently comforting her.

"Oh my goodness!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed in surprise. "Can anyone tell me what happened?"

Seeing this, Wes waved his wand and cast a spell. A powerful whirlwind swept in, carrying with it the strong stench of decay, and smashed the window open.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Ron hadn't fully realized the seriousness of the situation yet, and excitedly danced around, boasting about the entire process of how he and Harry had heroically rescued the damsel in distress.

As a result, he was met with Professor Snape's merciless and venomous attack: "Are your heads filled with dung? In all these years, I have never met students as stupid as you."

Professor McGonagall's expression also turned serious, and she began to sternly reprimand the three: "Why didn't you notify the professor immediately? Do you think we're not trustworthy?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Hermione stood up weakly, sobbing as she choked out, "I accidentally attracted the troll."

"If they hadn't found me in time, I'd definitely be dead by now. The troll was about to swallow me whole when they arrived!"

"Miss Granger, I originally thought you were the most worry-free student in this year's class."

Professor McGonagall's disappointed tone made Hermione bury her head in shame.

"Gryffindor loses 5 points for your reckless actions."

Professor McGonagall made the decision to deduct points without any hesitation.

Upon hearing that points had been deducted, the three women's expressions instantly turned sour, especially Hermione, who was filled with self-reproach and tears welled up in her eyes.

"However, as first-year students, you were so brave to fight against the trolls. In recognition of your outstanding performance, Harry and Ron can each earn 5 points for Gryffindor."

Upon hearing this, the three immediately went from worried to happy and excitedly high-fived each other in celebration.

"Alright, check if you're injured."

Pomona Slott stepped forward and carefully examined the three of them. After confirming that they were all unharmed, she told them to go back and rest.

The troll's body continuously emitted waves of stench, and in just a short while, the pungent smell filled the entire space again.

Professor McGonagall and several other professors could no longer bear the nauseating smell and left in haste.

At this point, only Wes, Dumbledore, and Snape remained on the scene.

"What are you doing here?" Snape looked at Wes with a face full of disgust.

Wes remained calm and composed, saying, "I want to see if there's anything I can do to help."

But his eyes remained fixed on the troll's body.

You see, many parts of a troll's body can be used as valuable raw materials for alchemy and potions, and it's rare to find one, so Wes couldn't help but be tempted.

However, Snape was always very wary of Wes.

"We don't need you here. Please leave immediately."

Dumbledore, who had been silent just moments before, now spoke up, urging them to leave: "Could you give us some private time?"

Wes had no choice but to leave dejectedly, leaving behind the words, "I can buy troll materials at a high price, and I can also help with dissection if needed. Trust me, I have extensive dissection experience."

(End of this chapter)