The Magical Journey to Hogwarts

Time moved forward slightly, and Harry and Ron were enjoying a Halloween party in the Great Hall.

Watching the bats flying in the sky, sitting in the huge pumpkin house, and eating delicious pumpkin pie, Harry was very happy. To him, Hogwarts is simply heaven, he loves it here so much!

Here, you don't have to endure the bullying from your uncle's family, and you don't have to see Dali's stupid face every day. You can eat sumptuous food every day, live in a spacious dormitory, and lie on a soft big bed. The most important thing is that here, he still has his good friend Ron, who plays with him every day.

It would be better if people stopped running up to him every time, screaming to see the scar on his forehead.

In fact, he didn't mind others wanting to see the scar on his forehead. When he first met Ron on the Hogwarts Express, he showed it to them casually. But the problem is, those people are completely endless. They will watch it during the day and at night. They will watch it today and tomorrow. No matter how good-tempered Harry is, those people will make him feel numb and want to curse.

Just when Harry was intoxicated with the present, thinking about the future, and complaining a little in his heart, an untimely loud noise interrupted his thoughts.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell, slammed open the door of the auditorium.

He stumbled to Professor Dumbledore's dining table and said loudly: The troll...is in Hogwarts Castle. I thought you should know.

After saying that, he fell to the ground and passed out.

Harry was very curious. Professor Quirrell looked like he would faint in the next second, and in fact he did, but why could he still shout so loudly? And seeing how nervous he looked, he must have been running all the way here. But why is the big scarf wrapped around his head not messy at all?

By the way, Harry had never seen Professor Quirrell's scarf messed up. It was magical that the scarf would be neatly wrapped around Professor Quirrell's head at all times.

Harry saw Professor Dumbledore looking at Professor Quirrell who was lying on the ground with wide eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

So what was Dumbledore thinking?

In fact, he was thinking: ‘MMP! ’.

Why didn't I realize that this guy Quirrell was so stupid before? ? For this exaggerated acting, he can only give it 3 points at most, no more. By the way, a perfect score of 100 points. Even at this time, he did not forget that he got an extra point for pretending to stutter, otherwise he could only score 2 points.

Moreover, Quirrell was still unconscious in front of him. Do you think he helped Quirrell up? Or is it better to just ignore him? Leave him alone, it will appear that he is an inconsiderate subordinate as the principal, letting the professor lie on the cold floor and ignoring him; but leave him alone, if you accidentally put the obstructive head on his head when you help him up, The big scarf was knocked off, what should I do? With so many people watching, it's not up to him, Dumbledore, to find a way to end it.

So today's young people don't know how to understand him, an old man who is over 100 years old.

Dumbledore let out a long sigh in his heart, but he was indeed an experienced old man with more than 100 years of life experience. Soon, he adjusted his emotions and continued to cooperate with Quirrell.

As for those details, he put them aside. They were just a group of little wizards anyway, and they were easy to fool.

Dumbledore stood up and said loudly: The prefects of each college immediately led everyone back to the lounges of each college. The professors went to look for the troll.

Harry stood up and followed the crowd back to the Gryffindor common room. He was going to ask the seniors in detail what a troll was, so that when he became more powerful, he could go find the troll to settle the score afterwards. You know, he was only half full now, but when he was enjoying his meal, he had to stop because of a giant monster!

Looking at the delicious pumpkin pie and sweet pumpkin juice on the table, Harry wanted to kill someone.

Just as Harry was thinking about all this, Ron suddenly pulled him from behind.

After Ron pulled Harry to a deserted corner, he said secretly: Hermione doesn't know about the trolls yet, we have to tell her!

Whether it was out of guilt or fear that the professors would know that he was speaking ill of others behind their backs, and ended up being heard by himself, Ron decided to drag Harry to find Hermione.

Upon hearing this, Harry thought for two seconds and felt that this was good and there was nothing wrong with it, so he and Ron went to find Hermione...

However, after secretly leaving the main force, the two of them suddenly discovered that they had no idea where Hermione was! They had heard from Hermione's roommate that Hermione was crying in a girls' bathroom. But the problem is, there are so many girls' bathrooms in Hogwarts, who knows which one it is! If I had known better, I would have asked Hermione's roommate.

But it's a pity that neither of the two people's names were 'Known'. In desperation, the two of them chose the one closest to them and hurried over.

Ron, Harry suddenly said, covering his nose, do you smell a stink?

Yes, it smells like Simon's pair of socks that haven't been washed for a month.

Ron also covered his nose.

Why didn't Seamus wear a pair of socks for a month without washing them!? Don't they just put them in the laundry basket and the clothes will automatically become clean? Why didn't he put them in? No wonder some time ago, I always felt that there was a There was a strange smell and I thought someone had hidden rotten food.”

Harry looked at Ron in surprise, even the smell incident was forgotten in shock.

Just last month, Seamus said he was curious about how smelly socks could get, so he challenged him. Maybe you were too busy copying Potions homework to notice.

What happened in the end? By the way, doesn't he feel uncomfortable if he wears a pair of socks for a month without washing them?

Who knows what was in his mind. In the end, it was so bad that Seamus couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave up and continued the challenge. To be honest, if he didn't give up, I would take out my wand and give him a bad blow. It’s cursed, it really stinks!”

The two people who were immersed in the conversation continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, and then at the next corner, they met...a giant monster.

The troll looked down at the two little things that suddenly ran up to it. These two little things are very familiar to him.

Although their monsters' brains are not good, they can still remember things they saw just two minutes ago. Especially things that impress it deeply, it can remember it for a full 20 minutes before forgetting it!

'Hey hey~'

But the troll is a little curious. Aren't these two little things supposed to be behind him? Why did you suddenly run forward to block it? It shouldn't have done anything bad!