Besides, he thought the troll was too filthy. He only wanted it to die cleanly. I really am a kind Hufflepuff.
Wayne was thinking happily when a loud series of footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor. Hermione and the other two turned around. A moment later, Professor McGonagall rushed into the bathroom, with Snape and Quirrell right behind her.
"Oh, my heavens!"
Professor McGonagall clutched her head with both hands. "What in the world are you doing?!"
A troll was peacefully 'sleeping' in the Water Prison, while the three young wizards simply stared at Wayne.
What the hell kind of absurd scene is this?
Snape's face was dark, and he was limping badly. When he saw the Water Prison, his pupils contracted slightly. He discreetly glanced at Wayne, who was smiling and greeting Professor McGonagall. Quirrell entered as well. He merely glanced at the troll before letting out a series of weak sobs. Then he sat on a toilet, tightly clutching his robes as he wiped away his tears.
"Professor Quirrell," Wayne reminded him, "if you want to use the bathroom, this place isn't very convenient."
Quirrell's crying stopped for a moment. Then he began sobbing even louder.
"You can stop now, Mr. Lawrence," Snape said sternly. "Are you trying to pickle this troll?"
At that, Wayne dispelled the magic. The troll crashed to the ground with a dull thud.
"I want an explanation! What the hell were you playing at?" Professor McGonagall glared at them. Harry had never seen her so furious before.
For some reason, it overlapped with Hermione's appearance earlier.
"What else could it be?" Snape sneered, fanning the flames. "The brilliant Mr. Lawrence wanted to prove how powerful he was, so he brought his little girlfriend and two sidekicks along to pick a fight with a