Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 36: The Plan: Hunting the Trolls

Walking through the corridors, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere, whether it is all kinds of colorful Halloween decorations, or the pumpkins that are spelled and dance in the sky after carving, they are all overwhelmed by the little wizards.

Walking into the auditorium, it is now decorated like Dracula's castle, and a full moon appears in the original starry sky.

A thousand bats created by Transfiguration fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and another thousand like low black clouds hovered and fluttered over the dining table, making the candles in the pumpkin belly burst into flames. blink.

Headmaster Dumbledore changed into a set of crimson robes today, and mischievously conjured up two fangs for himself, which can be seen with a smile.

When John walked into the auditorium, Dumbledore raised his glass and winked at him from a distance, and John naturally responded with a smile.

Sitting on the long table, just like the previous school opening banquet, as Principal Dumbledore clapped his hands, delicious food suddenly appeared on the long table, and food and drinks also appeared on the plates and wine glasses in front of each of them.

Just when John was eating the lamb chops that Tom made for him alone, he heard the door of the auditorium being slammed open, and then Professor Quirrell rushed in as if he was being chased by the zombie he always talked about .

He wore a large scarf on his head, and his face was full of horror. Under everyone's gaze, Quirrell rushed all the way to Dumbledore's chair and leaned on the table.

Out of breath, as if in shock, he said intermittently: The troll...in the underground classroom...thought you should know. "

After speaking, he fell headlong to the floor and passed out.

There was a sudden chaos in the auditorium, and Professor Dumbledore had to make purple fireworks explode from the tip of his wand a few times before everyone fell silent.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "immediately lead the students from all colleges to the dormitories!"

Soon, the flustered little wizards rushed to the lounges of their respective colleges under the leadership of the prefects, including Harry and the others. Because of John, there was no conflict between Hermione and Ron, and there was no follow-up incident. born.

Although Harry's trio obediently followed the prefect back to the dormitory, no one noticed that when they passed a certain corner, a figure at the end of the Hufflepuff team flashed into the abandoned classroom beside it.

After a long time, when the last person in the team disappeared on the stairs in the distance, the people who hid in the classroom came out.

It was John. He had already taken off his outer robe at this moment, and he was wearing a capable combat uniform. The style was naturally an imperial military uniform. This was John's illustration and asked Tom to go to Madam Malkin's clothing store to customize it. Cleansing spell, warming spell.

Holding the red dragon wand in his hand, under the influence of John's magic power, the red dragon hovering above at this moment, there is a faint red light flowing between the scales, which complements the ninety-two style of Elen Mum worn on the neck.

The detection technique was launched quietly, and the magic power expanded outward along the trajectory of the technique, and soon John found the location of the troll. As he remembered, the troll was walking towards the women's bathroom on the first floor.

After confirming the location of the troll, John quickly rushed towards its direction.

This was a step he had planned long ago. Although he was already well-known within Hogwarts, he was still a little-known ordinary wizard in the entire wizarding world.

Killing the troll alone is not only a way to quickly become famous in the wizarding world, but also paves the way for the future, so that others will gradually realize how powerful he is, so even if he kills Voldemort in the future, the wizarding world will not be surprised. Because John is so powerful in their hearts.

The closer to the first floor, the stronger the smell of manure, fermentation, and rot in the air.

But on the way, John cast a sniffing spell on himself. I really don't know if Quirrell is timid or he just likes it.

It stinks to the heavens, and so does the troll it uses to make trouble.

Soon John walked down the last flight of stairs, and as soon as he turned a corner, he appeared in front of the troll unexpectedly.

The troll was twelve feet tall, with dull, granite-gray skin, a huge, clumsy body like a huge pile of boulders, topped with utterly incongruous, cocoa-bean-like tiny head.

Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and underneath were large, flat, calloused feet, thick fingers now clutching a huge wooden club.

"Roar!!!!"

The first time the troll found John, he roared angrily, raised the wooden stick in his hand and slammed it down on John.

With a roar, sawdust flew, and the huge impact caused a lot of cracks in the floor, but soon the troll found that it didn't hit the little man.

Just when it couldn't react, and touched its head suspiciously, it heard an extremely majestic voice, like a fire dragon roaring.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Accompanied by a violent roar, the raging flames hit the giant monster's body hard, and in its mournful screams, pieces of scorched flesh and blood splashed on the surrounding walls.

A huge hole appeared in the troll's abdomen, the wound was so deep that the troll's internal organs could almost be seen.

With the burning attribute and sufficient magic power, even if the troll's skin has strong magic resistance, it is difficult to resist the explosion curse released by John.

Being attacked, the troll angrily waved the giant stick in his hand, making a whistling sound, but before it found the attacker, the ground suddenly changed.

Then a huge stone cone rushed out of the ground, piercing straight through the troll's calf. This was the use of Transfiguration, and it was also the result of John's study in the club during this period.

The hole in the wound caused by the thick stone cone column was so huge that it almost wiped out the troll's calf.

Such a serious injury caused the troll to let out a mournful wail, knelt down powerlessly on the ground, and supported the ground with one hand.

It was at this moment that his small eyes finally found John's figure. When it wanted to smash the giant stick in its hand at John, the opponent's movement was faster than him.

"All petrochemical!"

The powerful magic hit the giant monster, pierced his anti-magic skin again unreasonably, and directly fixed it in place by petrification
"Smashed to pieces!"

With the flash of white light at the tip of the wand, under John's control, the magic hit the troll's small head directly.

Like a huge force hitting a bursting watermelon, the troll's head exploded under the force of the spell.

Three spells, less than 3 minutes, the troll turned into a silent corpse, and hit the ground heavily, making a muffled sound.

The flesh and blood fragments from the head explosion were scattered everywhere, but there was no blood stain on John's body.

The reason is that the defense technique that has already been deployed, all the fragments splashed by the strong blue shield are blocked.

It seemed that the sound produced by the explosive spell was too strong, and soon John heard a burst of dense and loud footsteps, and soon the professors appeared behind John.

Professor McGonagall was at the front, followed by Snape, and the culprit, Quirrell, was at the end.

They really didn't expect to see such a scene. In the firelight of the corridor, blood was splashed everywhere, almost dyeing the area red.

The troll's broken corpse was lying on the ground, and the blood pooled under it to form a pool of blood. John held a wand and faced them with his back facing the corpse. His body was spotless, forming a sharp contrast with the surroundings.

For a moment, the three professors froze in place, but soon Professor McGonagall's face was livid and his lips were pale.

Then she roared with anger and worry: "John, can you tell me why you are here? Why didn't you obediently follow the prefect back to the dormitory?"

When Professor McGonagall questioned John, Quirrell let out a weak sob, sat on a toilet, clutched his chest tightly, and seemed to be saddened by the passing of the troll.

And Snape stared at John for a long time, and then released the sniffing spell invented by John on himself, and began to examine the troll's body.

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, I came to find the troll because after studying for this period of time, I was eager to know my current magic level. In fact, if there is no matter today, I will apply to the principal to be accompanied by him." Go to the Forbidden Forest and find magical animals to fight."

Hearing John's words, Professor McGonagall didn't know what to say for a moment.

Because every teacher who teaches John knows that he is indeed a rare genius, and his current level of magic has already surpassed the normal little wizard, so the professors all think that John's future achievements will be no less than Merlin.

At the same time, John's mature performance far exceeds that of his peers, so that the professors subconsciously treat John with an attitude towards seniors, but now McGonagall realizes that he is just a 12-year-old wizard, and he will naturally do it if he has the ability. Do something impulsive.

"Oh...if that's the case..." Professor McGonagall stared at John and murmured, "John, I know that you are indeed an excellent wizard, but no one knows which will come earlier, the accident or tomorrow, so I still hope Pay more attention to safety and don't take the initiative to participate in dangerous things."

After checking the troll's body, Snape walked slowly to John, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to him. It was a bottle of calming potion.

"Mr. Williams, although I really want to deny this, your level of magic is indeed a bit stronger than that of trolls." Snape said in a low tone, "But this does not mean that you can ignore the rules and make decisions on your own."

"Twenty points off Hufflepuff"

"Yes, John, this is necessary." Professor McGonagall nodded and said in agreement
John obediently agreed, and then finished the calming potion under Snape's watchful eyes. After being educated by Professor Sprout who came later, John was taken back to the Hufflepuff lounge by the dean.

November 11, the morning of Halloween

Stories about a troll being killed by a young first-year wizard spread like wildfire.

I don't know which little wizard overheard the conversation between the ghosts, and knew the great feat of John single-handedly killing the troll last night.

Naturally, such a big event quickly spread throughout the school, and even many young wizards went to check the location of last night's battle. Even though the blood and flesh stained on the wall made people sick, they still enjoyed it.

John became more famous at Hogwarts, and Harry and Ron came over curiously to ask about the details of last night's battle.

John naturally had no intention of hiding anything about this, and without any embellishment, he briefly described the fighting process last night.

After listening to the narration, the faces of the three little ones all turned liver-colored. They naturally thought of Filch who was cleaning the walls while cursing the guy who released the troll in the corridor on the first floor, and the smell and smell left in the corridor. The smell of blood.

Now that their curiosity was satisfied, they instantly felt that the breakfast in front of them was not delicious.

　Seriously, Quirrell almost wrote the words "I have a problem" on his head. Dumbledore still wanted to play his set of house wine, not to mention anything else. Don't other professors know what Quirrell is? Man, the other party taught Muggle studies at school before, and it wasn't because of Dumbledore's asylum that no other professors troubled Quirrell.I really don't worry about the life and death of other little wizards!
　　
　
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