Born with the Sacred Body of a Farmer

Brook now truly felt as though something in his blood had awakened.

It was as if anyone who dared stop him from farming would be planted in the ground.

Whenever he had a spare moment, he immediately slipped into the Ring to tend to his vegetables and fruit trees.

Watering, fertilizing—he never grew tired of it.

He watched them grow little by little.

Even for something like weeding, which he could easily accomplish with a single command by controlling the Shanhe Sheji Map,

he now preferred to swing a hoe himself and experience this most primitive form of labor.

Every day, he was busy beyond measure.

"Brook, there's a Halloween Feast later. Don't go busy yourself with the farm."

Brook quickly shook his head. "That won't do. The peaches are ripe, and I need to hurry and pick them these next few days, or they'll all rot."

Hermione sighed helplessly. "But you can't skip even the feast!"

Brook had become completely obsessed with the farm. As long as he did not have class, he would definitely go take care of those crops.

It was simply ridiculous.

"It's not even as tasty as hot pot. I can just eat at the farm," Brook replied carelessly.

"No, Brook, you can't go on like this. You're practically possessed. You have to go tonight."

Hermione raised her voice slightly, her attitude extremely firm.

Not studying properly and thinking about farming all day—he was far too distracted from his proper duties.

She absolutely would not allow Brook to fall into ruin like this.

Brook looked at Hermione's serious expression and even began baring his teeth.

He could only compromise helplessly. "How about this? You go first, and I'll come over later."

Hermione: ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh~

"One hour. At most one hour. You have to come over, or don't expect me to speak to you again."

She held up one finger, her tone stern.

"That's a little too short." Brook had just wanted to bargain, but upon seeing Hermione's look, he could only change his words.

"Fine, one hour. I'll definitely come."

Only then did Hermione nod in satisfaction.

She picked up the basket of large, juicy peaches. "As soon as possible."

Brook did not waste any more time. He vanished on the spot and entered the Ring.

He continued his busy yet happy life as a farmer.

Although Hermione said she would ignore him, she was only trying to scare him.

The little girl definitely could not keep that up. A little coaxing would surely make her feel better.

But Brook had no habit of deceiving the little girl.

As the feast drew near, Hermione carried a basket of washed peaches into the hall decorated in Halloween style.

More than a thousand "Snapes" flew along the walls and ceiling.

There were also more than a thousand others, like dark clouds, circling above the dining tables.

Huge pumpkins had been hollowed out, candle flames flickering within them.

Just like at the start-of-term feast, dishes suddenly appeared on golden plates.

Hermione handed out peaches to the people beside her, but the food in her mouth tasted like wax.

Just then, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the hall, his face filled with terror.

"Tro... Troll, in the... underground classrooms..."

Before he could finish, he toppled headfirst onto the floor and passed out.

The hall instantly erupted into chaos. The students panicked, and screams and shouts rose one after another.

Dumbledore had no choice but to shoot fireworks from his wand. Only after the piercing explosions rang out did everyone gradually quiet down.

"Prefects, take the students back to their dormitories."

Percy immediately puffed out his chest and shouted, "Follow me, everyone! As long as you listen to me, there's nothing to be afraid of..."

Hermione had no interest in listening to Percy bark orders. Her mind was entirely on Brook.

Brook had not come to the feast. She did not know whether he was still in the farm or already on his way over.

What if he ran into the Troll?

It was all her fault. If she had not insisted that Brook come to the feast, this would not have happened.

If anything happened to Brook, she would blame herself for the rest of her life.

So, while the crowd was in disarray, she quietly slipped away from the group alone and headed toward the side corridor.

Hermione did not know where Brook was.

But going to that empty classroom on the first floor where Brook had entered the Ring had to be the right choice.

"Ron, look at Hermione," Harry said quietly, tugging Ron's sleeve.

Ron looked equally confused. "Where's she going?"

"Brook didn't come. Hermione is probably going to warn him," Harry guessed.

"The Troll is still wandering around. That's so dangerous!" Ron's tone carried a little more concern.

"No, we need to follow her. If we really run into it, we can at least help." Harry's voice was resolute.

"This..." Ron hesitated.

They were not particularly close to Hermione.

"Brook helped us," Harry reminded him.

Ron thought of the seventy-five Gold Galleons, gritted his teeth, and said, "Fine."

Meanwhile, Brook emerged from the Ring with a delighted expression.

People were truly forced to unlock their potential.

That saying was absolutely right.

With his usual efficiency, let alone an hour, he might not have finished even after working all night.

But in order to keep his one-hour promise to Hermione,

he had actually used the Accio charm, which he had never been particularly proficient with, with astonishing mastery.

The improvement was practically rocket-like.

The Levitation Charm detached the ripe peaches from their branches, while Accio gathered them precisely into the crates.

It was simply perfect.

He felt that he had found his motivation for learning magic.

To make life more convenient.

The instant Brook emerged, the smile on his face vanished.

He hurriedly reached up and covered his nose.

"Why does it smell so bad???"

His nose was several times more sensitive than an ordinary person's, almost comparable to a dog's.

That intense stench was like a sharp dagger stabbing straight into the top of his skull.

It smelled as though a thousand dung bombs had exploded around him at once.

He quickly pointed his wand at his head.

"CircumProtego!"

An irregular, somewhat translucent glass dome appeared around his head.

It was the Bubblehead Charm, which he was still not particularly skilled at casting.

Because Defense Against the Dark Arts was always filled with the smell of garlic,

Brook had always refused to attend class on the grounds that he could not stand it.

So Hermione had found the Bubblehead Charm for him.

Though it looked a little ugly, it was more than enough to block out the stench.

Brook pushed open the classroom door and saw a figure over three meters tall blocking the entrance.

At first, he thought it was Hagrid and was about to greet him. But when he looked carefully through the blurry glass dome, he was instantly stunned.

The monster before him had an eerie gray complexion, and its body proportions were extremely uneven.

Its legs, less than half a meter long, were as thick as tree stumps, supporting that enormous body.

It also held a thick wooden club in its hand.

Why was a Troll at Hogwarts?

His sudden appearance seemed to leave the Troll's tiny head, barely bigger than a tennis ball, unable to process things for a moment.

Man and monster simply stood there, staring each other down.

Brook's eyes were bigger.

"Roar!" The Troll finally reacted, letting out an earth-shaking bellow as it raised its club and smashed it viciously toward Brook.

Brook was not panicked at all. He was about to hide in the Ring when he suddenly heard Hermione scream.

"Ah!"

Harry and Ron picked up scattered stones from the ground and hurled them at the Troll.

"Hey, you big idiot! Look over here!" Ron shouted, trying to draw the Troll's attention.

Harry also kept banging a metal pipe he had picked up against the ground, producing a piercing clamor.

Hermione shouted at Brook, "Brook, wait for an opening and run in the opposite direction!"

(Do any esteemed readers remember the empty classroom George took Brook to in Chapter Twenty-Four?

It was on the first floor, and in the original story, the Troll also appeared in the girls' bathroom on the first floor! o(≧v≦)o~~)

(Anti-Quibbler: In the original story, the Troll's head was described as being the size of a cocoa bean.

A cocoa bean was too small, so Little Author changed it to a tennis ball.)