The Existence of Harry Potter

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Maybe God thought such a day was too boring, so his old man added a little spice to this year's Halloween, so that this Halloween really brought panic to the people at Hogwarts.

"The troll...in the basement...thought you should know."

After dropping such a sentence, Quirrell, a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, fell to the ground and fainted. The students in the auditorium were stunned at first, because they hadn't reacted yet, and many of them didn't know what the troll was. However, after being popularized by the seniors, everyone realized how terrifying monsters trolls are. Look, even the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was scared to pee, no, fainted!

"Ah~~~~~~"

There was a tacit understanding, and all the students screamed in unison. Many people threw away what they had eaten and stood up from their seats in a hurry, as if they would run away like frightened rabbits at any time.

Dumbledore is definitely not afraid of trolls, but the students who are rioting below must be properly dealt with, they must be settled first, and no problems can be caused by them.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore added a loud voice to himself, his voice overwhelmed the noise, and successfully diverted the students' attention to him.

"Prefect!" Dumbledore said in a low voice, his majestic gaze swept over the prefects of the four academies, "Bring the students of your respective academies back to the dormitory immediately!"

The prefects of the four colleges acted immediately. Under their leadership, the students left the auditorium one by one and lined up in a long line to move towards their respective common rooms.

In the auditorium, Dumbledore said to the professors who had not left: "As for you...you go to the basement with me!" After that, Dumbledore took the lead and left the auditorium. From the beginning to the end, he did not look at the unconscious person on the ground. Quirrell glanced at him. Although the other teachers had many questions, they obediently followed behind Dumbledore and left one by one.

except for one person—

Snape!

The other teachers were all heading towards the basement classroom, but he was the only one who was among the students and rushed upstairs in a hurry. Not many people noticed this, but Harry did.

"What is he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why doesn't he stay in the basement below with the other teachers?"

"How do I know!" Ron answered confidently.

"Okay, it's not important, the important thing is that we have to find Hermione first." Harry reluctantly gave up his plan to follow Snape when he heard the sound of footsteps away. Nep must be doing something invisible.

Harry and Ron walked quietly down another corridor, trying not to make a sound.

Ron raised his hand suddenly, and he frowned at Harry, "Can you smell anything?"

Harry sniffed, and a foul stench crept into his nostrils, a mix of smelly socks and public toilets that were never cleaned. Then they heard a low grunt and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground. Ron noticed that at the end of a passage on the left, a behemoth was moving towards them. They hurriedly retreated into the dark, watching as it slowly walked into a patch of moonlight.

The sight was horrific. It was twelve feet tall, with dull skin, as gray as granite, and a huge, stupid body like a huge pile of mud, with a small head like a cocoa bean on it. Its short legs are as thick as tree stumps, with large flat, thick, calloused feet underneath. The odor it gave off was disgusting. It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand, which dragged on the ground because of its long arms.

Troll!

The troll stopped by a door and peeked in. It wiggled its long ears, made a decision with its small head, then lowered its head and slowly crept into the room.

"The key is in the keyhole..." Harry murmured, his eyes lit up, and he said to Ron excitedly, "We can lock it in there."

"good idea."

So the two reckless boys walked sideways towards the open door, feeling dry in their mouths, hoping that the troll wouldn't suddenly come out. With a big leap, Harry grabbed the key in his hand and slammed against the door, locking it firmly.

"It's done!"

Rewind time to five minutes ago—

"Are you hungry? I have a chocolate cake here."

Asker knocked on the door next door. Unsurprisingly, the words coming from the door were concise, but they were able to express the speaker's mood very well.

"roll!"

"It's rude." Ask shook his head, not realizing how wrong the time, place, tone, and environment of his words were. "Hey, Hermione, how long are you going to cry in there?"

"I didn't cry."

"I bet a copper nut, you not only cried, you cried very sadly." Asker leaned against the door next to him, his eyes staring at the torches on the wall, and his ears paying attention to the movement behind the door. "They all said that Hermione was crying in the toilet."

"I didn't cry!"

"Oh, so..." Ask laughed, and he knocked on the door a few times. "Then can you tell me why you stayed in the toilet all afternoon, and you didn't even go to a class?"

"I didn't cry!"

"Hey, I didn't ask you that!"

"I didn't cry!!"

"Who are you lying to, you are crying now!"

Asker said angrily and hilariously, he is not deaf, how could he not know if the people inside were crying?

"Woooooo~"

Asker had a headache, and the cries coming from the compartment behind him really made him feel a little overwhelmed. Although he knew that Hermione was not crying because of himself, Asker still felt a sense of guilt, as if he was the one who took Hermione Like crying.

"I always feel like I'm taking the blame for others without knowing it..." Asker thought to himself, the crying in his ears became louder and louder, and it seemed to be mixed with intermittent sentences. Anyway, Asker listened for a long time. I do not understand. After only 20 seconds, Ask couldn't take it anymore. He knocked on the door of the compartment hard, and the cry inside was a little less.

"Who made you angry?" Ask asked, of course, he knew it, and now the whole of Hogwarts knows that Ron made Hermione cry. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"you!"

"Hey, you have to speak with conscience! How could I make you angry!"

"It's you!"

"It's obviously Ron, okay? I don't want to take the blame for that idiot!"

Asker said angrily, "Just kidding, why did he take the blame for that idiot Ron, all other things can be recognized, but this one can't be!

"Ron is an asshole, and so are you!"

"Ah! How can someone like Ron use the same adjective as me!"

"..." Hermione's voice stopped suddenly, and after a while, she said, "Ron is a bastard, but compared to you, he is nothing!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Shameless!"

Hermione shouted angrily, but this time Asker didn't answer immediately. Before Hermione could speak, a stench drifted into Hermione's nose, and she almost vomited out in disgust. That is, at this time, the door rang a few times.

"It seems that I'm not the only one who wants to visit the women's toilet today... Hey, Hermione, if you want to survive, hide in it and don't come out!"

Asker's voice sounded again, this time, the frivolity and ridicule in his tone were gone. His voice was quiet, unmistakable, and Hermione nodded subconsciously.

"Then... all petrified!"

A gray light burst out...