Hogwarts: Starting from Creating the Lord of the Rings

"Intelligent and powerful, how could this kind of creature have never been seen before? It was mentioned on the parchment that trolls are a common magical creature, with a huge number and even divided into many different groups. If If what is written on the parchment is true, then there is only one possibility, that the trolls died out thousands of years ago."

"Otherwise it cannot explain why no one has seen or even recorded this creature for thousands of years."

"But if it's extinct, where did this troll come from? Looks like we're going to ask Professor Quirrell."

Snape's hand brushed against William's skin, frowning.

"It has many battle marks on its skin, scars left by sharp weapons, marks left by arrows, wounds from blunt weapons, bites from beasts, claw marks from sharp claws..."

"That means it's been in a lot of battles, but we've never heard of it."

Snape stood up, glanced at the professors with different expressions, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Go and meet Quirrell and see what he has to say. After all, he brought this Mr. Troll to Hogwarts."

Dumbledore nodded, looked at the troll corpse on the ground, and said:

"Of course, another possibility is not ruled out. Maybe Professor Quirrell brought a troll, but someone replaced it with a troll, if that's the case..."

Dumbledore fell silent, a rare flash of sadness on his face.

He thought that everything was under his control, but now, it seems that something is developing in an unpredictable direction.

"Let's clean up this place. Put the body on Hagrid's side first. I'll find an opportunity to send it to Newt for research to see if this thing was made by some kind of evil black magic..."

Professor McGonagall and the others nodded and began to repair the castle, while Dumbledore and Snape left here, ready to meet Quirrell.

Although William's damage to the castle was great, it was not difficult to repair it under the power of magic.

The professors just waved their wands a few times, and the broken stones were restored into stones, and the stones formed the walls, and it didn't take long for the entire castle to be restored to its original state.

When Dumbledore and Snape went to the infirmary to find Quirrell, the guy was shivering under the covers, and Quirrell's eyes widened when the two explained their intentions.

"No... no, I... I am a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher after all... Professor, how could I admit my mistake, a troll?"

Quirrell explained nervously, but murmured in his heart.

The troll was caught by him and released by himself.

How could it be wrong?

Dumbledore, the old fox, wouldn't doubt him, would he?

So you ran over to deceive him?

"So, are you sure the one in the basement is the troll?"

Snape stared at Quirrell's eyes, Quirrell didn't dare to look at him, glanced aside, and whispered:

"I...I'm sure, it's...a mountain troll, after all, after all, I...brought it myself, to protect the Philosopher's Stone, you know, Headmaster, it's just me...I didn't expect it to come out. ."

"It came out uncontrollably, me, I was terrified..."

Quirrell muttered, his face full of fear and apology.

"Alright then, Professor Quirrell, come out and have a look with us."

Dumbledore didn't say anything anymore when he saw this, got up and left, and Snape motioned for Quirrell to follow, and also turned and left.

Quirrell didn't know what tricks Dumbledore was playing, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, so he got out of bed and followed in the footsteps of Dumbledore and Dumbledore.

William's body had been taken out of the castle by several professors and placed not far from Hagrid's hut.

Quirrell was in a state of shock when he saw this huge troll.

"This this…"

Quirrell really stuttered this time.

"what is this?"

Quirrell looked at William's body. He didn't know about the parchment or the trolls.

"It's a monster."

Snape said sullenly from the side.

Quirrell glanced at Snape like an idiot, thinking I was pretending to be a coward, not an idiot.

Could this thing be a troll?

"Snape… Professor, no, no kidding."

Quirrell gave Dumbledore a submissive look, and said tremblingly:

"This monster... how could it be a troll?"

Dumbledore's soft gaze fell on Quirrell's face, and with an inexplicable sense of inquiry, he said gently:

"But you said it was a troll before."

"You mean..."

Quirrell also reacted at this time, staring at William's corpse in a daze, and asked uncertainly:

"Is this the thing you met in the basement?"

"It's not the basement classroom. When we arrived, it was already near the girls' bathroom on the second floor. Professor Quirrell, do you mean that the monster you call isn't this one?"

"of course not!"

Quirrell screamed. He pointed to the troll's huge corpse and screamed:

"How could I mistake a troll! Besides, I brought it myself to protect the Philosopher's Stone. If it was this monster, how could I not recognize it?!"

"By the way, what kind of monster is this? Where's the troll? Where did it go?"

Professor Quirrell said, his face suddenly pale. *