The Troll Appears! The Killing Curse Returns!

"What's going on?"

Lyon steadied Neville, waved his wand, and sent a pale yellow speck of light into him. In the blink of an eye, Neville's emotions calmed down.

The Calming Charm was a very practical spell.

"The Troll... There's a Troll in the second-floor corridor. A lot of students are still there..."

Even with the Calming Charm, Neville's voice still trembled. The moment Lyon heard those words, he knew what had happened.

The Troll from the original story had been released.

According to the original plot, Voldemort was supposed to have released the Troll to cause chaos in the school, giving him an opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

But the timing seemed to have come early. Lyon remembered that the Troll was supposed to appear around the middle of the first school year.

"Where are the other professors?"

Lyon frowned at Neville. Trembling, Neville pointed toward the Forbidden Forest outside the library.

"There's been an uprising among the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest. All the professors went there. There aren't any professors in the castle now!"

Neville's voice shook. Lyon quickly exchanged a glance with little Hermione beside him. "Hermione, stay in the library. Don't go anywhere, understand?"

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but after Lyon rubbed her head, he hurried away with Neville.

Hermione's eyes flickered with determination as she swiftly followed after Lyon, disappearing around the corner.

Meanwhile, in the castle's second-floor corridor.

"Harry, watch out! The Troll's club is coming at you!"

"Ron, use your wand, quick!"

Shouts and screams rang out alongside the roars of the nearly four-meter-tall Troll. Only Harry and Ron remained in the corridor now.

Hearing Harry's warning, Ron shakily raised his wand and shouted, "Leg-Locker Curse!"

But his wand seemed to have gone limp at that moment. No matter how Ron waved it, nothing happened.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

"My wand isn't working!"

Ron cast it twice, but his wand did not react at all.

In the narrow corridor, Harry was chased by the Troll to the entrance of a girls' bathroom. He twisted his body, trying his best to avoid touching the club the Troll swung at him.

"Ron, throw me my wand! Hurry!"

Harry was nearly in tears. He felt that if he were even a little slower, the foul-smelling club would hit him directly.

Ron searched frantically nearby and soon spotted a black wand on the floor.

"Harry, catch!"

Ron shouted and quickly threw the wand in front of him toward Harry.

Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of the flying wand. He ducked beneath the Troll's descending club and rushed for it.

Just as he was about to grab the wand, a sudden pain struck his abdomen. A violent ache brought his body to a halt!

When he looked up, the Troll had already reached him, clutching its enormous club. That very club had just struck Harry.

"No!" Harry screamed and looked toward Ron in the distance, but Ron seemed frozen with terror as he stared at the Troll, too afraid to step forward.

"Expelliarmus!"

Just as Harry was nearly overcome by despair, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from one end of the corridor.

A spell struck the Troll directly, instantly sending the club in its hand flying far away.

Harry's eyes widened as he struggled to turn and look toward the other end of the corridor.

It was Lyon!

Harry felt like he was about to cry with gratitude.

Lyon did not look his way. Instead, he calmly faced the Troll and flicked his wand. A streak of green light shot toward the Troll at once!

The Troll watched the spell draw closer and closer, but it was too fast for it to react.

"Bang!"

The sound of a spell striking something rang out.

The spell actually entered the Troll's body.

In an instant, the Troll's eyes went blank. Its body seemed to lose all its bones, and in the blink of an eye, all life seemed to be drained from it as it fell backward.

"Oh no! Save me!"

Harry cried out for help. As the Troll's body drew closer and closer, just about to crush him beneath it, he suddenly felt an immense force appear from nowhere and firmly seize his body.

In an instant, Harry was lifted into the air, avoiding where the Troll came crashing down.

"Bang!"

The Troll's body hit the floor with a heavy thud, while Harry sat off to the side, gasping for air.

Only then did he look at Lyon in disbelief.

Neville, who had arrived behind Lyon at some point, stepped forward to support Harry. He then glanced at Ron, who was still standing there in a daze. "Come help."

Only then did Harry recover from the fright. Recalling what had just happened, he stared blankly at Lyon.

"Mr. Shelby... thank you."

Harry slowly stood up and picked up his wand from the floor. Then he looked blankly at the Troll lying on the ground, unable to believe it.

"It's dead?"

Other than Lyon's first Expelliarmus, he had not heard any other incantations.

Lyon had cast too quickly just now, so quickly that Harry had not even reacted. Even now, he had no idea how many spells Lyon had used.

But Lyon had no intention of speaking with Harry. He quickly ran toward the staircase.

Voldemort had released this Troll, which meant Voldemort had already begun stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

Many things in this life differed from the original story. Lyon was not sure whether anything unexpected would happen, so he had to go see.

"Godfather Lyon, wait for me!"

Neville hurriedly shouted from behind and quickly chased after Lyon.

Harry and Ron, left behind, exchanged a glance. Harry slowly stood, looked at his wand, then looked at Ron.

His wand had fallen by accident just now. He had thought Ron would help him, but Ron had been unable to cast even a single spell for so long.

Harry was starting to wonder whether Ron had deliberately wanted him dead.

"Harry, just now..." Ron began awkwardly. He had witnessed the entire process of Lyon saving Harry. In just a few seconds, Lyon had defeated the Troll.

Ron's ears were bright red. Harry's gaze felt like blades slicing through his self-esteem.

"It's fine, Ron. It's fine."

Harry's calm tone carried a hint of distance. He remembered the day he had first entered the school.

He had actually wanted to enter Slytherin, and the Sorting Hat had said Slytherin would suit him better.

But for some reason, he had been sorted into Gryffindor instead.

Now, it seemed the Sorting Hat had been right. He wished more for friends like Lyon, people with the strength to help him in a crisis.

He regretted it a little.