I'm Really an Alchemist

"Which college are you from?"

"Hufflepuff, what's the matter?"

"Accompany me for a trip, and I will give you ten points."

The third-year Hufflepuff screamed excitedly, immediately put his reluctance behind him, took out his wand and guarded it vigilantly in front of the Muggle musician.

Quirrell followed unhurriedly.

He and Voldemort have gone mad with anger, NMD, they can still play like this, do you want to be so cowardly?

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Chapter 372 Chapter 14 The Giant Monster Attacks (Subscribe)

The Skeleton Orchestra is on the basement level of the castle.

As necrotic creatures, they prefer a cold and dark environment, located next door to the Potions classroom.

Hufflepuff third-year students hummed brisk songs and happily walked through the dimly lit floors. The basement floor was the common floor for Hufflepuff and Slytherin, and there were two common rooms here.

But the Slytherin common room is under the Black Lake, and the Hufflepuff common room is next to the kitchen.

"The ultimate lumo flicker."

Moore-Arnold waved his wand, the pure white light illuminated the dim environment, he said to the musician beside him: "Professor Ivan, let's hurry up, this is the Slytherin area, I can I don't want to be caught by Professor Snape!"

Most of the students had already arrived at the auditorium, and the basement floor was empty.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, I can't join Halloween."

A strange singing sound came from the dark classroom.

Moore approached with a glowing wand, and several skeletons were dejected, beating gongs and drums, and singing self-made songs.

When the light shines in.

The skeletons stopped singing, and the white head looked over, with faint flames radiating from the dark eye sockets.

This is a scene that doesn't even need special effects in horror movies. Hogwarts students have long been used to it, and they have even seen even more incredible lives.

"Professor Ivan, why are you here?"

When the skeleton saw the musician, he was full of taste: "Aren't you going to perform in the auditorium?"

Zhou Qi is quite familiar with these skeletons.

To be precise, he is very familiar with every magical life in the castle. These are all his long-awaited research projects. Of course, he must get acquainted first, and then find an opportunity to study them later.

"Gentlemen."

Zhou Qi clapped his palms and said with a smile: "Professor Quirrell came up with a very interesting idea, how can you be absent from the Halloween concert, I hope you can join my concert."

The sad and sad mood of the skeletons was swept away.

They cheered.

Puff puff puff!

The long-extinguished torches on the wall emit warm orange light. These undead creatures who hate light, in order to express their gratitude and joy, even their living habits have been left behind.

They carried the cello and violin and were going to go to the auditorium with Zhou Qi.

"Where's Professor Quirrell?"

When Moore turned back, he realized that there was one person missing from the team.

Zhou Qi said calmly: "Maybe he got separated, I didn't see him when I went down the stairs."

This is to fool children.

Of course he knew where Quirrell was. The professor parasitized by the Dark Lord was gritting his teeth and hiding in the darkness, peeping at himself.

It's a pity that his vicious gaze couldn't escape the alchemist's induction.

"Master, I released the troll, but there are Hufflepuff students around Muggles..."

Quirrell stared at the back of a group of people leaving, his face was gloomy as if water was about to condense.

If it's just a Muggle, it's absolutely impossible to beat a troll.

But with the addition of a third-year student, it might be possible. A magical creature like a troll has always been a large single-celled creature. As long as you know a little bit of magic, you can play it around.

Voldemort's sinister laughter rang in Quirrell's mind.

"Ordinary trolls can't deal with Mudblood wizards, of course, but what about a troll that drank the berserk potion?"

Quirrell's complexion changed.

He stammered: "Master, master, are you going to kill the students as well?"

Voldemort said meaningfully: "It's just a mudblood, Quirrell, remember your identity."

Quirrell pursed his lips, but he didn't dare to say anything. He watched deeply the light of the wand go away, then turned and walked into the darkness.

With the crazy troll pulling his attention, no one should pay attention to his small movements, and the chance of success in stealing the Philosopher's Stone will be much higher... Quirrell can only comfort himself like this.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

Walking out from the basement floor, Moore-Arnold walked in front of the darkness with his wand in his hand. He moved his ears and heard dull footsteps.

And heavy snorting.

"Professor Ivan!" Moore clenched his wand and pursed his lips with a strange expression: "Did you hear any sound?"

Of course Zhou Qi heard it, and not only did he hear it, the species that made the dull sound had already quickened its pace and came towards this side.

Moore felt a smelly wind coming towards him.

The wand shines into the darkness, and in the strange and tall passage, a huge silhouette looms, and chaotic grunting and screaming can be heard faintly in the ears, and Moore feels uneasy.

"Raging fire!"

He shouted loudly, as the magic power surged, heat steamed up all around, and the torches in the corridor were lit one by one.

The light suddenly appeared.

Moore finally saw the real face of the other party. It was a monster with pale gray skin, red eyes, and a height of at least 12 feet.

And in its right hand, it is still holding a huge stone hammer.

"Troll!"

Moore screamed in horror.

He did well in the Protection of Magical Beasts class, and he recognized the real body of the monster at first sight. Giant monsters were divided into mountain monsters, water monsters, and forest monsters, and the mountain monsters were the largest.

Powerful and extremely stupid, synonymous with trolls.

But the giant monster in front of him completely surpassed Moore's cognition. This supposedly stupid monster, with red eyes, ran over like a chariot.

"Get out of the way!"

Moore subconsciously pushed the Muggle professor away, only to hear a loud noise, and the giant hit the stone wall hard.

The skeletons were too frightened to speak by this sudden situation.

"Professor Ivan, run away quickly, I'll stop it!"

A third-year Hufflepuff with a trembling voice and trembling legs like a sieve.

Ordinary Hogwarts students are not like the point-deducting trio, fighting trolls in the first year, batsmen in the second year, and dementors in the third year. They have sufficient experience in fighting enemies. Most of the students have never fought against magic.

But this terrified little wizard with freckles bravely faced his fear and stood in front of the Muggle professor.

Roar!

The giant shook its head, roared angrily, and smashed the giant hammer in its hand at the little wizard who couldn't dodge it.

After all, it is the lack of experience in dealing with the enemy.

Moore stared blankly at the sledgehammer that was getting closer and closer, blocking his vision, and was so frightened that he couldn't move his feet.

Zhou Qi's eyes flashed, and an undetectable blue arc pierced the ground like lightning. In an instant, the floor tiles under Moore's feet tilted. body.

call!

The giant hammer swept across the top of the head.

There was a sharp whistling sound.

"Have you studied at Hogwarts for three years, have you pulled it all out?" the musician shouted, "Use your wand and use your brain!"

Professor Ivan's burst of drinking woke up Moore.

He grasped his wand tightly, bent down, and slid from the troll's crotch behind him, pointing his wand at the huge stone hammer.

"Except your weapons!"

A blue ray pierced from the tip of the wand and hit the troll's wrist.

boom!

The giant monster couldn't hold it, and the stone hammer in his hand slammed on the ground.

"Good job!"

The skeletons cheered.

Moore was overjoyed, nervousness and excitement beating his violently beating heart, but before he was overwhelmed by joy, Professor Ivan's indifferent voice came from his ears.

"Take this opportunity, Sleeping Curse!"

Moore seemed to be a character controlled by a game console. Before he had time to think about it, his body was already moving according to Professor Ivan's command.

"Passed out!"