A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

Potatoes hit the giant monster's head like raindrops.

The monster's skin is very thick, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to cause much damage to it.

But its fragile little head is its biggest weakness.

The house elf's attack did not disappoint Ian this time.

The giant monster finally couldn't hold it any longer...

Only an earth-shattering explosion was heard.The troll swayed on the spot and fell face down on the floor with a boom that shook the whole room.

The house elves gathered around the fallen troll and stabbed it with all kinds of weapons in their hands, "whipping the corpse".

"Enough! Enough!" Ian couldn't bear to watch anymore.

There are various signs that the giant monster has completely lost its combat effectiveness.After all, with the intelligence of a creature like a troll, there's a high probability that it doesn't know how to pretend to be dead.

"We won!" Ernie cheered from the crowd.

Many house elves gathered around them and cheered.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, but Ian took this opportunity to pass through the crowd of house elves and came to the troll.

He started looking up and down at their trophies.

Then, Ian asked a house elf on the side softly: "Excuse me, can you lend me your kitchen knife?"

"Of course, Mr. Ian Twister!" The house elf quickly handed over the kitchen knife in his hand.

Ian bent down, grabbed the giant monster's head, raised his knife and chopped it down.

Of course, it's not beheading.

Instead, he cut off the troll's beard bit by bit.

The troll's beard is said to be a very precious magic material; now that he saw it today, Ian certainly wouldn't miss it.

Satisfied, Ian put the troll's beard into his pocket, and returned the kitchen knife to the previous house elf:

"Thank you!"

……

At the same time, in the auditorium, teachers and students were enjoying the delicacies on the plates, just like at the opening banquet.

Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium, his big scarf hanging crookedly on his head, his face full of horror.

Everyone stared at him, and saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, and gasping: "The troll - in the basement - thought you should know."

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

The auditorium suddenly became chaotic.Professor Dumbledore had to make purple fireworks go off the tip of his wand a few times before everyone fell silent.

Just when Dumbledore was about to ask the prefects to take the students from each house back to their respective common rooms——

Another figure burst into the auditorium, breathing heavily.

It was Justin Finch-Fletchley, a first-year student at Hufflepuff. He didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to Principal Dumbledore, so he came to Hufflepuff's dean, Professor Pomona Sprout. Next to him, he told her everything in a low voice.

There was a subtle change in Sprout's expression. She quickly walked to the principal and whispered a few words to him.

Professor Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged.

He stood up: "Professor Quirrell drank a few more glasses of brandy this afternoon, so he is still talking nonsense. Let's continue to enjoy this dinner!"

Everyone laughed at this time.

No one would question Albus Dumbledore's words.

"Mr. Finlay, you should go back and have something to eat!" Dumbledore said softly to Justin.

Then, he glanced at Professor Quirrell, who was still lying on the ground unconscious, and ordered as if he was familiar with the situation: "Severus, Poppy (Mrs. Pomfrey), please take Professor Quirrell to the school hospital. "

"Minerva, Pomona, go to the cellar and take a look. What's the situation there now?"

……

Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout rushed to the cellar next to the kitchen.

They quickly found the giant monster, if it could still be called a giant monster——

The big man's body was covered with deep or shallow scars, and there were several big bumps on his little head... A creature with a fragile physique might have died here long ago.

That's not all. There are dozens of thick hemp ropes tied around his body. To prevent him from breaking free, there are several house elves watching over him.

The instigators of all this, Commander Drizzt and Captain MacMillan, were feasting in the corner.

In front of them were placed sweet pumpkin juice and warm roasted pumpkin, as well as many delicious foods that can be seen at the banquet.

After defeating the troll, of course Ian and Ernie would not just leave, they would definitely wait for the teachers to come over first.

It just so happened that they were indeed hungry, and the most important thing for house elves here was food... they might as well solve the problem of dinner on the spot.

It's just the stench emanating from the troll, which is slightly unpleasant.But as long as it's a little further away, it's actually not bad.

Professor McGonagall looked at Ian and Ernie. Her lips were white and she looked shocked.

"What on earth did you do?" she asked sharply.

Only then did Ian and Ernie realize that the teacher was coming.

Ian quickly stood up and explained: "Good evening, Professor McGonagall! My house elf friends told me that there was an intruder in the kitchen, so I volunteered to come over and lead them to defeat it!"

Then, in quite concise language, he told the two deans everything that had happened before (of course, he omitted the part where he secretly cut off the troll's beard),

"Unbelievable!" Professor McGonagall was so angry that she was speechless. "Since you have already sent people to notify the teacher, why don't you wait for the teacher to solve all this? Why take the risk..."

"It's not risky at all!" Ernie MacMillan retorted boldly, "The house elves are powerful enough to easily defeat the trolls, they just need someone to command them."

"Okay, Minerva!" Sprout, who had been silent until now, said with a smile. She didn't look angry at all. "Isn't this all good? The troll didn't cause much damage, kid. They were not threatened in any way.”

"But..." Professor McGonagall looked around and looked at the potatoes scattered everywhere, "They wasted at least 2000 pounds of potatoes!"

"But if the trolls continue to destroy here, the losses will definitely be more." Professor Sprout expressed a different view.

"Okay..." Professor McGonagall sighed and shook her head, "Your students, you can handle it. But I must remind you not to spoil the children!"

"I'm going to find Hagrid and drag this stinky thing away."

Professor McGonagall turned and left, while Professor Sprout looked at the two students from his college with a smile and gave them a thumbs up.