Stay Calm, Just Basic Stuff

"Holy shit!!! Snape!!!"

Fred's own sudden outburst startled him so badly that he instinctively switched off his phone. The video in the voice chat disappeared along with it.

The culprit who had accidentally left their mic on in the voice chat was now yelling "yabai" in the group.

Bug Ming: ? Who just yelled?

Kerun: Aaaah! Why did the screen go black? QAQ

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Boss, are you still there? Boss?

always: ...

always: I'm guilty, I'm on my knees, I repent.

always: Damn it, I forgot to mute my mic, sorry!!!

Leaving the group aside for now, let's take a look at the peaceful Great Hall.

Everyone was happily eating.

"Why haven't Fred and George come back yet? The chicken legs are almost gone." Ron was eating with both hands, his mouth still stuffed full. Hermione felt full just watching him.

"You should swallow your food before you speak, Ron," Percy reminded him with a frown. "Those two have probably gone off somewhere to play another prank."

Harry was a little distracted. Neville, sitting beside him, asked, "Harry? Why did you stop eating?" Harry came back to his senses and smiled. "It's nothing. I was just wondering if the troll would really show up."

Just then, Hermione suddenly cried out, "Merlin! Look at that voice chat thing in the group! Was that Fred and George?"

She was quite loud, and almost everyone with a phone stopped what they were doing and took it out to see what was going on.

Dumbledore glanced at the screen that had remained lit in front of him. Judging by what he had just seen, Quirrell really was the traitor.

"Oh my, is that Professor Quirrell?! He really did let the troll out!!"

"Oh my God..."

"Does that account belong to one of the Weasley Twins?"

The video in the voice chat had continued until Fred and George ran into Snape, then cut off abruptly with that cry of "Holy shit."

The Great Hall also fell silent. Professor McGonagall frowned and glanced at Dumbledore beside her, who seemed to want more.

"Albus, this..." she ventured. Dumbledore raised a hand to stop her. "Let's wait and see."

Just then, Quirrell burst through the doors, shouting in terror:

"Help!!! Troll!!! In the dungeons! There's a troll!!!"

He failed to notice that the students around him were looking at him very strangely and carried on, "I thought I ought to let you know..." Then, just as scripted, his eyes rolled back and he fell forward.

But the panicked screams Quirrell had expected never came. Instead, it was quiet-abnormally quiet.

What was going on??

Quirrell began to panic. Why wasn't anyone afraid?!

Dumbledore was just about to stand up and play his part when a Gryffindor seventh-year stepped forward with a strong sense of justice and declared, "Don't be afraid, everyone! There are more of us!! Tie Quirrell up!! Let Professor Dumbledore deal with him!!"

Then, under Quirrell's terrified gaze and the complicated looks from Dumbledore and the professors, a group of students tied Quirrell up with lightning speed.

As for where the rope came from...

It didn't matter, as long as everyone was happy.

Quirrell still hadn't processed what was happening when he was tied up.

???

This wasn't how the script went! Weren't you supposed to run around in fear and then go back to your dormitories, so I'd have a chance to steal the Philosopher's Stone!!

A few clever Ravenclaws even hit Quirrell with several Stupefy spells to stop him from launching a sneak attack.

Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Quirrell and suddenly realized that the students seemed... a little too brave...

"Ahem, everyone, please return to your common rooms quietly. Leave Professor Quirrell and the troll to us teachers. Prefects, look after your respective students."

Dumbledore stood up and said this. The fired-up students had now calmed down and left in an orderly fashion.

Quite a few students were still excited and a little shaken.

"Holy crap, we just tied up a professor!"

"I never would've imagined doing that in my life!"

"Quirrell's a traitor anyway! He deserved it! How dare he let a troll in!"

Everyone's understanding of Quirrell went no further than knowing he was a traitor who had let a troll into the school. If they had known a certain Dark Lord was on the back of Quirrell's head, they absolutely wouldn't have dared to do that.

Amid the chaos, Harry and his friends were the only ones who stayed in their seats.

The three of them were completely stunned by the scene.

They exchanged glances, then looked at the professors hurrying away, and the point-losing trio steeled their resolve once more.

The unconscious Quirrell was taken away, and everything seemed to be in order. Meanwhile, the group chat had exploded.

The reason was something a certain boss studying abroad had said when the voice chat ended.

Oh My Mother: Weird. That filming location was definitely the school where I'm studying abroad, but when I got there, there wasn't a single person around? I didn't see any cameras filming either.

Bug Ming: ?? Mommy is studying at Oxford?!

Kerun: Holy shit, Teacher Oh My is studying abroad?!

[Admin] Yan: Where's your focus?

[Admin] Yan: Replying to [Oh My Mother]: Could it have been filmed in front of a green screen?

Oh My Mother: Maybe... I guess? But the video was so realistic it didn't look like special effects at all. Even when the camera shook while they were running away later, I couldn't spot any flaws.

Harry Is Mine: Why not just have the boss come out and explain it?~

Harry Is Mine: Boss, boss! @My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me @My Older Brother Is Farting.

Kerun: The boss doesn't seem to be here?

When Ron saw this, he couldn't resist offering an explanation for his hapless brothers.

What's Wrong with Eating More?: I think Snape caught them.

Magpie: ?

Kerun: ?

James-Brand Shampoo: ?

Professor Snape Is Mine: ?

always: ?

Bug Ming: Holy shit, are they really committing that hard to the act?

Red-Lipped, White-Toothed The Chosen One: Holy shit, I don't think so. I checked his profile and, holy shit, he's eleven.

Ron Seafood Market: This is another boss, I get it now.

Voldemort Wig Wholesale: How many more surprises are there in this group that I don't know about?

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: Escaped with my life and made it back.

My Older Brother Is Farting: This thing was almost confiscated.

Kerun: The two bosses are back!

always: I'm guilty, I repent, I-(begins chanting)

As Long as Your Name Is Long Enough Someone Will Read It: /shoves them aside, all right, all right.

Professor Snape Is Mine: Boss! QAQ Please give me that Snape coser's contact information.

Sherbet Lemon: Actually, he's in this group too.

Sherbet Lemon: Meme. Dumbledore smiling.jpg

Dumbledore, who had just dealt with the troll, glanced at the group chat and, quite happy to stir things up, slowly dropped a bombshell in the group. He also mischievously sent a meme he had stolen from another group member.

Harry and the others had even arrived a step too late because Ron stopped to reply to a message in the group. They stared at the troll, which had already been dealt with, and the professors, at a loss for words.

The awkwardness hit them.

Dumbledore didn't say much. He kindly gave them a way out: "Are you lost? The common room is over there." Professor McGonagall, who had been about to lecture them, stared at him in surprise.

On the awkward walk back.

Hermione suddenly asked in confusion:

"Why did we just go looking for the troll when we were no match for it? The professors had already gone, so why did we do that?"

Harry and Ron came to their senses as if waking from a dream. Yes, why?

That was a troll.

Elsewhere, Snape watched the Weasley Twins vanish in a flash, his face dark. He glanced at the group chat for some reason and discovered that Dumbledore had actually said something like that.

Snape's mood grew even worse.

Then he took five points from each of the twins, and his mood improved a little.

The group chat exploded once again.

Kerun: Has today been a little too magical?

James-Brand Shampoo: This Halloween has left me a little dizzy.

always: !!! He's right here in the group?! QAQ

always: Hey, Snape, I advise you to drop the reserve and hurry up and come marry me. Don't make me get on my knees and cling to your leg to beg you (megaphone)

Bug Ming: If you keep talking, bro, I think even someone who isn't Snape would be scared away.

Professor Snape Is Mine: Hard not to agree

Ron Seafood Wholesale Market: So who is it, aaaah!!! (chicken screech)

Magpie: Here, I'll put a chicken coop down. Everyone, get in on your own.

[Admin] Fujiya Nougat: I'm Snape's dog!

My Younger Brother Isn't as Handsome as Me: ?

Fred was shocked once again. How could someone willingly be that Snape's dog?! That was terrifying!!

Oh My Mother: Why does it feel like we've gone off topic?

Oh My Mother: Never mind, it's no big deal.

I Lure Ron Away with a Chicken Leg: Um... is everyone still continuing the activity?

Magpie: Continue? But right now I'm more interested in knowing which gorgeous group member that Snape is (holds a rose in mouth) (leans against wall) (fails to get a good grip) (falls) (lies on floor) (stubbornly holds rose in mouth)

[Group Owner] ?: They'll show up eventually.

[Group Owner] ?: Let's continue the activity.

Harry Is Mine: Suddenly I feel like my cosplay has no soul. I feel so inferior (wipes away tears)

Professor McGonagall looked at the string of messages with a complicated expression, then glanced at Dumbledore. He smiled mysteriously.

Stay calm, just basic stuff.

Dumbledore didn't much mind making use of this magical thing for the time being.

Then the group prepared to interrogate Quirrell.

Elsewhere, the Dark Lord was frantically trying to work out how these people had seen through him, or whether Quirrell's actions had exposed him. If so, he had to abandon this body and escape as soon as possible!

I can't be discovered.