Troll on the Fifth Floor!
At 6:30, on the 5th floor of Hogwarts Castle, Ryan dissipated into the air, marveling at this magical scene.
In the original timeline, Quirrell placed the Troll in the basement, but he climbed all the way to the girls' restroom on the second floor. Such a large target, yet it didn't cause any commotion.
Although the Halloween Feast was also too lively and noisy.
But this time, Ryan imbued the Troll with a curse that forbade it from killing the little wizard, to prevent any unlucky soul from encountering it and losing its life.
In this situation, even if the little wizard is hit by the Troll, he will at most break a few bones and just need to spend the night in the Hospital Wing.
Meanwhile, to allow the Troll to reach the theater prepared by Ryan, the men's restroom on the 5th floor was also added to Ryan's curse, a desire that kept rising upwards, which disappeared when it reached the 5th floor.
The most amazing thing is that even though it was moved to the 5th floor, so much time has passed and no one has noticed. It's unbelievable.
Once the Troll the 5th floor, Ryan won't need to guide you anymore. The strongest and most attractive smell for the Troll is naturally the primal fragrance of the toilet.
Wait, we also need to cast a spell on Crabbe to prevent him from becoming exhausted. The Troll is almost here, so he should stop now.
Meanwhile, Crabbe, sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, suddenly realized that his stomach, which had been churning since Defense Against the Dark Arts, was finally starting to act up.
"Crabbe, are you there?" Goyle's voice came from outside the door, along with loud knocking.
"I'm here, Goyle. You and Draco brought me food?" Crabbe said, wiping away his cold sweat. At the same time, he was secretly relieved that his stomach had returned to normal. He had just flushed away the mess and now he only needed to wear pants.
"Hurry, Crabbe, there's Troll in the basement. Let's head straight upstairs to avoid running into Troll," Goyle said urgently.
"I can't stand up," Crabbe said, his voice trembling with tears.
Meanwhile, Draco arrived on the fifth floor and smelled a strong stench. He could only reassure himself that this was the smell of Crabbe that had been there all afternoon, and that he couldn't be so unlucky as to be Troll. He headed toward the restroom.
Meanwhile, Ron, who had already reached the fourth floor, started to ask, "Can you smell anything?" Harry sniffed, and a stench filled his nostrils—a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned.
Then they heard a low groan and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground.
Ron noticed that at the end of a passage on the left, a huge object was moving toward them.
They quickly retreated into the shadows, watching it slowly walk into a patch of moonlight.
"It's heading towards the 5th floor, in the direction Malfoy just went!" Harry said in a low, terrified voice.
"Hey Harry, could that Troll have been let in by some wizard who hates Death Eaters or even their families, so he's been following Malfoy around?" Ron joked, trying to downplay his fear.
"The Troll is definitely going to the bathroom. It stinks there, and the key is in the lock. We can lock it in there," Harry murmured.
So, from Harry and Ron's perspective, the Troll stopped by the bathroom door and peered inside. It twitched its long ears, made a decision with its little head, then lowered its head and slowly crawled into the room.
"Harry, you really are—" Ron looked at Harry with admiration, but quickly shut his mouth halfway through his sentence, realizing that now was the perfect time to carry out Harry's earlier plan.
They crept sideways toward the open door, their mouths dry, hoping the Troll wouldn't suddenly jump out. Harry leaped forward, grabbed the key, slammed the door shut, and locked it securely.
"It's done!"
Excited by their success, their faces flushed red, and they began running back along the passage.
"Wait, Ron, the bathroom, Crabbe who disappeared, Malfoy's strange behavior," Harry said, pulling Ron aside.
"So, Draco Malfoy and Crabbe are here—" Ron said in horror.
On the other side, Crabbe, who had finally managed to stand up after much difficulty, pushed open the door, draped himself over Goyle, and said, "Where's Draco?"
"Him? He's probably hiding in the lounge now, just like he abandoned us and left Dursley behind," Goyle said gloomily.
"Gregory, what nonsense are you talking about, Vincent? That smell on you—no, we need to get out of here." Draco suddenly appeared behind them, speaking in a drawn-out tone. However, when he asked Vincent, also known as Crabbe, what smelled wrong, he suddenly realized what the smell he had been smelling earlier was.
"Leave. Wouldn't it be better for us to hide here?" Goyle was initially moved, but then asked with doubt.
"Damn it, hurry up, Vincent Crabbe, are your legs giving way? Wait, let's hide." Draco tried to pull the two of them away, but Crabbe was too weak to walk.
Then he noticed that the stench he had smelled earlier, which resembled Dungbomb, was getting stronger and stronger, and his already pale face became even whiter, like the ghost of the Bloody Baron.
He quickly pulled the two people who were still standing there into a washroom next to Crabbe's, and gestured for them to be quiet.
It must be said that although Crabbe and Goyle are not very smart, have bowl cuts and look stupid, they are very obedient at crucial moments.
Malfoy took a deep breath, thankful that he had remembered not to go into the Crabbe had used that afternoon during that dangerous moment.
And even the smell from next door—no, it's mixed with another smell, the stench of Dungbomb!—is Troll!
The thumping footsteps grew closer, and then "Crouch down!" Malfoy suddenly shouted. Goyle and Crabbe obediently crouched down (although it wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't, as Ryan's curse meant that the Troll would stop attacking them when it was about to defeat them).
A wooden stick brushed past Crabbe's hair, and at the same time, the partitions of several cubicles were all destroyed, and pale yellow liquid spurted from the broken toilet pipes.
After crouching down, Draco rolled to the side, which only fueled his ferocity. This lowly creature had almost harmed the noble Malfoy and his friends!
"Locomotor Mortis!" Draco Malfoy grinned maliciously. However, the Troll's thick skin not only made it resistant to blows but also gave it extremely high magic resistance. The Troll remained motionless, but it still felt the burning pain in its groin, which came from the wooden stick in the hand of the little man next to it.
"Locomotor Mortis!"
"Locomotor Mortis!" Crabbe and Goyle, though not very bright, were quite gifted at such curses. In this dangerous moment, their brains were practically mush.
But since Draco had already launched the attack, they all simultaneously targeted the Troll's roots and chanted the same incantation.
"Roar!" Although the Troll blocked the effect of the spell with its magic resistance, its legs were not stuck together, and it lost its balance and fell to the ground.
But the pain of being hit, especially in his private parts, made him let out a painful roar, and the wooden stick Descendo.