Troll

"No rush, you can take your time looking. Oh, right, based on the dangerous things you've done before, I've realized you're no innocent bystander, so this is for you." Kayson comforted him while summoning an Ender Pearl.

"If you encounter danger you can't handle, just smash this thing, and I'll appear before you. This works even within Hogwarts, and it's not related to Apparition."

Neville blushed as he took the Ender Pearl. He then realized an embarrassing problem: he'd forgotten to bring a gift.

Harry noticed Neville's awkwardness and changed the subject, "By the way, Professor, are you planning to attend today's Halloween feast?"

Kayson glanced at the calendar propped against the desk and suddenly understood. "Time flies so fast! No wonder Professor Sprout asked about my makeup first; she must have thought I was trying it out."

"So, will you go, Professor?" Neville asked, putting the Ender Pearl away.

"Don't worry, I will. But you'll have to let me tidy myself up. I haven't left my room in almost a day and a half," Kayson spread his hands. Harry and Neville then hurried out of the office.

With some free time, Kayson put away the book detailing the enchanting symbols for the Ender Pearl and walked towards the interior of his office. He took a comfortable bath, then opened his closet and began admiring himself.

Soon, Kayson appeared on the High Table, wearing a dark purple robe.

Actually, the robe had been black initially. But after witnessing a three-headed dog effortlessly break through Snape's defenses, Kayson was struck by Hogwarts' danger and spent the night enchanting himself a set of battle wizard robes.

At this moment, they could also serve as formal wear.

"Honestly, that's a fine robe," Dumbledore remarked, looking at Kayson's shimmering robe.

"Mhm, quite fine indeed."

"Perhaps you could help with my socks… ah, you know, when you get older, you always feel the cold."

"I'd prefer a new pair of socks."

"..."

"Impossible!"

"Alright," Dumbledore said a little dejectedly.

Just as everything seemed peaceful, Professor Quirrell suddenly ran into the Great Hall, panting.

"Dumbledore! A troll, there's a troll inside the castle… ugh!" Quirrell couldn't finish his sentence and passed out.

"It seems the Halloween feast can't go on," Dumbledore muttered quietly, then stood up. "Young wizards of the four houses, follow your prefects and quickly return to your common rooms. Don't fall behind!"

"All professors, search the castle inside and out now and find this troll."

"I suspect Quirrell let it in. He's crying wolf."

"I'm happy to tell you, you guessed right," Dumbledore quietly agreed.

"Merlin's beard!"

Kayson muttered under his breath and quickly drew his wand, leaving the High Table and heading in the direction Quirrell had come from.

He walked slowly. Hogwarts was vast; finding a troll within it was, frankly, no simple task.

If nothing went wrong, it was entirely possible to search all night.

Moreover, the young wizards had been evacuated back to their common rooms. The damage a troll could cause would at most be to the buildings.

Wouldn't that be his chance to shine?

He was already imagining himself putting on a grand architectural display in front of all the wizards in the school, delivering a massive civil engineering shock to Hogwarts.

Then, he felt an Ender Pearl shatter. The next moment, he appeared in a somewhat dilapidated corridor, with two young wizards in front of him.

Harry was slumped in a corner not far away, Neville's leg was broken, and he was looking at Kayson's sudden appearance with relief.

Then, Neville frantically pointed behind him. Kayson turned his head and saw Ron strangling the troll from behind its neck. Unfortunately… the troll had no neck.

And Hermione in the corner, emmm, she seemed to have been knocked unconscious.

"Professor, be careful!"

Someone shouted. The troll, somehow, noticed the wizard who had suddenly appeared before it. Although its small brain couldn't comprehend how this wizard had appeared there, it instinctively picked up its club and swung it.

Kayson stood his ground and took the blow head-on.

It wasn't because he was putting on a dignified facade; it was genuinely because… he hadn't reacted in time.

Fortunately, he had shamelessly enchanted this robe for himself over ten times. This blow, which could have splattered his brains, only made Kayson feel as if someone had tapped his head.

It didn't even break his defense.

"P-Professor, are you alright?"

Kayson shook his head. "Ron, get away from here!"

Seeing Kayson arrive, Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He nimbly jumped off the troll's back, scooped Hermione up in a fireman's carry, and ran behind Kayson.

Kayson, seeing Ron and Hermione safely away, relaxed. He lured the troll towards a corner of the corridor. When he reached a suitable spot, ensuring the four young wizards wouldn't be affected, a block of white light appeared in his hand.

He pressed it firmly into the troll's chest, then quickly summoned an Ender Pearl and teleported away.

With a bang.

He appeared in front of Ron and Neville. A wall of obsidian blocked the flesh and blood splattered by the explosion.

"Still, I have to say, this big guy really stinks,"

Kayson complained, wrinkling his nose. Then, with one in his left hand, one in his right, and another on his back, with Ron following behind, the five of them headed directly for the Hospital Wing.

After handing over the four young wizards to Madam Pomfrey, Kayson finally found Dumbledore.

"You should have given that Quirrell a bottle of Veritaserum. A troll nearly killed four young wizards; who knows if he let more than one in!"

Dumbledore patted Kayson's shoulder reassuringly.

"Relax, relax. I've already confirmed there was only one troll, and you've already blown it to bits. Just relax."

"That's for the best. But I still think you should control Quirrell. If you're too embarrassed to do it, I can mug him in the middle of the night. I guarantee his backside won't be off a wheelchair before the Christmas holidays."

Dumbledore looked at Kayson somewhat strangely.

"I didn't realize you were so... radical. You've always seemed quite laid-back before."

"Now that he's throwing trolls into Hogwarts, what else is he afraid to do? Should I just stand here and say Quirrell is an innocent good person?"

"He's already an enemy!"

Kayson said, getting a little agitated.

"I understand, I understand. But you can rest assured, really."