Shattered Friendship
At 4 o'clock, Quirrell was having a class on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, with Draco Malfoy as the class's scheduled guest.
At the same time, Ryan looked at the ugly guy with disgust and, as if prepared, temporarily stopped breathing. Ryan suspected that a large part of Quirrell's smell came from this guy.
This guy was gray like granite, his huge body was like a giant rock, topped with a small, bald head like a coconut and long ears.
Its arms are long, its legs are short and thick like tree stumps, and its feet are flat, rough, and calloused.
Ryan stood still, majestic and cold incantations constantly emanating from his mouth, his voice transforming into tangible runes that pulsed and attached themselves to the sleeping creature.
"Alright, villains taken care of. Next up is the 'second female lead,' the arrogant blonde." Ryan thought to himself as the box automatically closed and disappeared from the spot.
In Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco and his two friends sat in the last row.
"Damn it, that Quirrell, I can't stand it anymore, I'm going to tell my dad!" Draco said angrily, covering his nose, while Crabbe and Goyle nod in agreement as before.
A month ago, when Draco ran away alone, leaving them to the Dudley Dursley, a rift had already formed between them and Draco.
Moreover, during this time, Draco Malfoy even became friends with Harry Potter. Was Harry Potter really that great? They were Draco's childhood sweethearts!
It's worth noting that their full names are Gregory Goyle Vincent Crabbe, but Draco has never even called them by their names affectionately, while recently he called that Potter, Harry!
After this incident, Crabbe and Goyle, though still standing behind Draco like gatekeepers, were no longer as dedicated to their work as before.
The reason they didn't break with Draco was firstly because their family's relationship with the Malfoy family was similar to their past relationship with Draco.
It's embarrassing to admit, but Draco's mother often brings him lots of delicious candy. With so much food, only a fool would ignore him.
On the other side, Draco noticed that his friend hadn't left his side. Turning around, he discovered that even during Defense Against the Dark Arts, the two of them were still eating, amidst the garlic-like stench of Quirrell's socks.
Draco shook his head, but Crabbe suddenly stopped eating. "What's wrong, Crabbe? Did you remember it's Halloween and want to save some room?"
"Draco, my stomach!" Then a churning sound came from Crabbe's stomach. Goyle, who was standing next to him, put down his half-eaten Chocolate Frog and looked at his inseparable friend with concern.
Then, Crabbe didn't show up for the rest of the class. Draco and Goyle followed the crowd downstairs to the cafeteria to attend the Halloween party. They overheard Seamus telling her friend Dean that Crabbe's bathroom had been emitting a foul stench and obvious diarrhea sounds that hadn't stopped yet, which meant that the two of them had to climb two more floors to the boys' restroom on the 7th floor.
"Goyle, why doesn't that guy Crabbe go back to the lounge to take care of his personal hygiene? It's shameful."
"How could you eat with Quirrell's smell on you? Look, Crabbe got a stomachache." Draco grumbled, but his footsteps were noticeably quicker. Goyle nodded sheepishly in agreement.
However, when they entered the restaurant and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, they immediately forgot about Crabbe.
A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, while another thousand, like low-lying dark clouds, hovered and danced above the dining table, causing the candle flames inside the pumpkin to flicker.
Delicious food suddenly appeared on a golden plate, just like at the banquet at the start of the school year.
Malfoy was eating a meatball when Professor Quirrell suddenly burst into the dining room, his large scarf askew on his head, his face filled with terror. Everyone stared at him as he walked to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned against the table, and...
He said, panting, "The Troll... is in the underground classroom... I thought you should know that."
After saying that, he collapsed to the floor and lost consciousness. The restaurant immediately descended into chaos.
Professor Dumbledore had to make his wand explode with several ear-piercing firework sounds before everyone quieted down.
"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "Take your students to the dormitories immediately!"
So the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, led by their Prefect, went upstairs, while the Slytherin and Hufflepuff, led by their Prefect and teachers, prepared to return to the common room, to the most dangerous underground—a place where Troll might be.
"Damn it, how are we going to live underground? Hopefully we won't run into Troll," Draco muttered.
"Crabbe!"
"What?" Malfoy was momentarily stunned.
"I'm telling you, Crabbe, he's still in the bathroom. He doesn't know anything about the Troll!"
"I'm going to find him!" This was the first time in his life that Goyle had said "I'm going to do this" to Draco.
"Don't go, he's on the 5th floor. We're the ones in the most danger. He's a Troll. If you ask me—" Draco said, but was interrupted by Goyle, "Enough, Draco, no, Malfoy, you've never considered Vincent and me as friends, have you? Before, you abandoned us and left that monster Dursley behind."
"Now, you want to abandon him and comfortably hide in the lounge with the rest of the group." This was the first time in his life that Goyle had spoken so much.
"Come on, I'm not, it's just unnecessary," Malfoy said.
"So, what's my name? Not Goyle, but my full name, just like you're called Potter, Harry!" Goyle replied coldly.
"Grace? Damn it, that's not the important thing, Goyle, you idiot!" Draco couldn't answer for a moment. Goyle smiled contemptuously and disappeared into the crowd.
Draco stood there blankly for a moment, then left the group heading to the basement and ran up to the 5th floor.
On the other side of the road, Harry and his friends encountered a group of people hurrying in different directions. As they struggled to squeeze through a bunch of confused Hufflepuff House students, Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm.
"Look, that's Malfoy!"
"What's wrong with him?"
"He went upstairs, not to the basement," Harry said, pointing to a glimpse of pale blond hair in the crowd.
"What does this have to do with us? The Troll is in the basement. What danger could he possibly pose if he went up?" Ron said, frowning.
"Crabbe," Harry said.
"Who? Oh, Malfoy's sidekick." Ron thought for a moment.
"He wasn't at the Halloween Feast tonight, it must be because of this."
"And the teachers are all going to the basement now, so we have no way to notify them."
"The Troll is a living creature, he's not a piece of wood, he can move, what if—" Harry thought.
Ron bit his lip.
"Oh, well," he said decisively, "But it's best not to let Prefect Crivart see us, Anthony. If anyone asks where Harry is, just say we went back to the common room."
They crouched down, blended into the Hufflepuff crowd, and headed in another direction.