The sight inside the restroom was utterly terrifying. An ugly troll nearly thirteen feet tall stood in the middle of the room.
Its skin was dull and gray like granite. Its enormous body resembled a massive boulder, topped with a small bald head like a coconut.
Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, ending in flat, rough, callused feet.
The stench wafting off its body was nauseating.
Hermione was huddled in the corner opposite the troll, looking as though she might faint at any moment.
Though Hannah was equally terrified, she still kept the little sea otter tightly shielded behind her.
The troll was closing in on the two of them. As it walked, it smashed sinks loose from the walls.
With the situation so critical, Harry could only take a desperate gamble. He grabbed a metal faucet and hurled it with all his strength at the back of the troll's head, hoping to draw its attention.
Fortunately, the troll was none too bright. Harry's crude method worked a little, and it stopped a few steps away from Hermione and Hannah.
Of course, that meant all the danger had now shifted onto Harry and Ron.
The troll clumsily turned around, blinking its tiny eyes stupidly as it tried to see what had made the noise.
Its ugly little eyes spotted Harry. It hesitated for a moment, then started toward him, raising the club in its hand.
Ron remembered a few tricks that a certain Professor Dumbledore had taught them some time ago.
Standing anxiously at the restroom door, he shouted at Harry, "Get down! Hold your breath and play dead!"
One look at the approaching troll told Harry that his two little legs could never outrun it.
Though he still had doubts about the method Kyle had taught