Third Floor Corridor.
A blurry figure is moving rapidly and is almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.
After hearing what Parvati·Patil said, Sean probably knew that the plot had not changed.
When he just came out of the Great Hall, he heard the noise of the Great Hall and saw the figure of Professor Quirrell.
This made him sure that at least it would be difficult for Tom to go on a killing spree, unless he wanted to be labeled Tom number two by Dumbledore.
Next, he just needs to make sure Hermione is safe.
It won't be difficult.
Unless Tom's brain has grown into Troll, Troll will definitely be defeated. Sean will be able to escape with Hermione. After all, Potter will not lock the door this time.
But what Sean didn't expect was that more than one person followed behind him.
The entrance to the bathroom on the fourth floor.
A stench penetrated the tip of Sean's nose. It was a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned.
Then he heard it—a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging along the ground.
At the end of a passage on the left, a huge thing was moving towards him.
Sean hid his figure, and he planned to at least find Hermione first.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the huge monster slowly walked into the moonlight.
The sight was horrific. It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin as gray as granite. Its huge and stupid body was like a huge pile of gravel, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top.
Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, and underneath are large, flat, thick, calloused feet. The smell emanating from him was disgusting. It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because its arms were so long, the stick was dragging along the ground.
Troll stopped by a door and peered inside.
What's even worse is that at this moment, the door swayed slightly, as if someone was trying to open the door.
But soon the sound of opening the door stopped, because Troll, the stinky Troll, got into the room.
Sean's speed was almost synchronized with Troll. With the help of Disillusionment Charm and Muffling Charm, he effortlessly followed Troll into the bathroom.
There was nothing in the bathroom.
But in the cubicle, Hermione tightly covered his mouth.
"Troll! It's Troll! It's a monster with a danger level of
This voice ran rampant in Hermione's mind. What was even more frightening was that she had been crying here for so long that she had no strength left.
In addition, she was so frightened that she probably couldn't even pronounce a simple Levitation Charm.
Hermione huddled in the cubicle, as if he might faint at any time.
Outside the cubicle.
Sean heard the thin, suppressed breathing, and saw Hermione's pale face at the half-open door of the cubicle.
Her eyes were dim and her lips were trembling. She wanted to stand up but still lacked the strength.
Sean His eyes trembled, and he sighed. He no longer had any worries. He just entered the compartment gently, and Disillusionment Charm faded away from him like a tide.
His plain face fluctuated slightly, Troll appeared ahead of time, and there was no point in waiting for Potter and the others to arrive.
in the corridor.
To the group of young wizards who were escaping quickly towards the dormitories, the two people Neville and Justin who were swimming upstream seemed very strange.
Troll is twelve feet tall, weighs more than a ton, has thick skin, and is immune to most magic attacks...
These words were repeatedly emphasized by Defense Against the Dark Arts and Professor Quirrell in a stammering voice. He even got a few little wizards to answer the questions.
Troll is not even less scary in the hearts of young wizards than the fire dragon.
Therefore, most of the little wizards who went to their respective dormitories looked pale and wished they had more legs to run faster.
"Do you think we will die if we are discovered by Troll?"
A little wizard asked his companion tremblingly.
"Otherwise? Do you think you are Sean? Challenge Troll alone, defeat Werewolf with your bare hands, and even grab the dragon egg in front of the fire dragon..."
The little wizard made a joke with a pale face, but the atmosphere did not liven up at all.
Justin and Neville already have some difficulty breathing.
Especially Justin, because he just came out of the warm kitchen, he didn't even have time to put on a robe, and he was shaking a little at the moment.
"Actually... Sean is not..."
Neville wanted to say something, but the words only made the atmosphere more solemn.
After the two realized that Sean and Hermione were unable to compete with Troll, they ran faster.
A flash of lightning flashed, followed by thunder roaring,
The sound of wind, rain, and the roar of the heart turned into a gentle female voice in Justin's heart:
"You are about to merge into the adult world of fierce struggle, my child, you must become indestructible.
I know that justice is a rough road. If you really come to the point where you need to make a choice in life, my child, Justin, please remember that what you need is not a magic wand, but courage. "
At what point does a person become unstoppable?
Justin thought that it was when he listened to the greatest voice in his life - his mother's call.
Hope Cottage li.
The yellowed envelope is still in the expensive suitcase. This suitcase was selected by Mrs. Finley, and it took a lot of effort to contain his thoughts.
At this moment, the yellowed envelope is still shaking slightly in the wind, and the handwriting of Mrs. Finley is clearly visible:
[Dear Justin:
In the sense of life, we are all miracles. Just as the future is not necessarily more important than the present, how can a broken future look directly at Champion's present? But I love you, my child, I love you, that's all.
——I will never be disappointed with you: Liliana]
Great Hall.
Snape looked at the noisy little wizards, and his sinister eyes kept scanning around.
No, no, still no...
After everyone's attention was distracted, Snape easily noticed Quirrell who had disappeared.
His eyes were gloomier than ever, even more so after he looked at Professor McGonagall who was also panicked.
Without him... he is gone...
Snape's head was in a mess. Looking at Dumbledore who was staring in a certain direction, his anger came so fiercely:
"What are you waiting for, Albus! We have to find him! Damn it! Go find him!"
"Severus, are you talking about Harry? He just went out, oh, he will be fine..."
Dumbledore's words stunned Snape, and then he stared at Dumbledore coldly.
Yes, in the eyes of the greatest White Wizard of this century, who else can compare to Harry Potter?
It was precisely because he knew this, and knew that Harry must be in the control of Dumbledore, that he did not immediately notice Harry who had just left.
What about everyone else? What about other wizards?
Ha... they are all expendable... Abandoned?
What's at the end of the castle stairs?
Quirrell, or the Dark Lord?
Dark Lord, who has returned again, is a dark chess piece in the plan to prove the potential of the Chosen One...
He has nothing left to offer to this dirty world, and he is willing to become cocooned by the worn-out Spider Alley.
But there is always something that is far above everything else.
Snape walked out Great Hall with a cold face.