Chapter 52 Coincidence

"Hmm?" Hermione's pale face suddenly turned red. She looked at Basil, "Two boats? When did you have a girlfriend? Two more?"

She took a step forward like a madman, her voice so loud that it seemed to burst the water tank, "Is it Padma and Parvati?"

Ron and Harry's voices were drowned in Hermione's high-pitched shouting.

"You are not his girlfriend?"

"Could it be a misunderstanding?"

What is the connection!

He is still an innocent boy who is about to bloom!

Ding Zhen is not as real as him!

"In this world, I haven't found a girlfriend yet!" Basil looked at Hermione without showing any weakness, "Are you confused? If it is true, Parvati will say, 'If she hadn't been in the way, Basil would have been our sister'?"

"Ah?" Hermione's height seemed to shrink.

Ron on the side finally figured out the whole thing, "You are not because of me, but because of Parvati?"

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes at Ron.

It was as if a stream of sweet spring water burst out of her heart.

After she came to her senses, she realized that Basil would rather embarrass herself in front of the girls' bathroom and give up the feast on Halloween Eve to come to her.

She must be special in Basil's heart.

Moreover, didn't the conversation between Basil and Professor McGonagall while waiting for the sorting prove everything?

Ron or something, his little offense is nothing!

So she tiptoed excitedly and said in an almost singing way: "Shall we go back to the party?"

Basil shook his head, "It's too late."

In the Hogwarts in his mind, Quirrell suddenly appeared just now.

Quirrell did not rely on Apparition.

In this castle, only Basil and Dumbledore have this authority.

But for the convenience of work, Dumbledore made a compromise.

Set the Floo Network to the whitelist and join the magnetic field of Hogwarts.

And Voldemort, or Quirrell.

I don't know where he got the permission of the Floo Network.

In the basement, in the room next to Snape's office, a line was privately connected.

However, this line seemed to be only disposable.

So, Quirrell emerged from the green flames with a brown suitcase.

Snape, who was squatting in Quirrell's office, sensed something was wrong and prepared to go downstairs.

But it was too late.

The line was scrapped and the green flames went out.

The suitcase was also disposable.

After a space jump, it crackled and exploded.

Quirrell threw it out of the room in time.

He sprinkled a ball of powder in Snape's office and then ran to the auditorium on the first floor.

And in the corridor.

The suitcase was blown to pieces, leaving no trace.

Instead, there was a huge troll and a ten-foot-long wooden stick.

This is not a rhetorical repetition.

It's just that it's really too big.

The troll is usually twelve feet tall and weighs more than a ton. A small head as big as a coconut is on top of the huge body. Its legs are very thick, and below are flat, rough and calloused big feet. Its arms are very long, and its body emits a disgusting stench.

According to its habitat, it is divided into three types: mountain troll, forest troll, and river troll.

And the one in front of us, based on its granite-like gray skin and bald head.

It is undoubtedly the most dangerous type of troll - the mountain troll.

And it is much larger and stronger than the average mountain troll, with a height of sixteen feet and a weight of at least more than three tons.

Compared with the troll in the movie, the troll can only be regarded as a child of six or seven years old.

"Why is it too late?" Ron, who had not eaten yet, rubbed his stomach in confusion.

"It told me that there is something dangerous in the basement." Basil let the Devil's Snare extend its tendrils and appeared in front of everyone, "My family has the ability to control and communicate with plants."

"But isn't the Devil's Snare afraid of light?" Hermione was serious, and ignored which compartment the tendril was extending from.

At present, Quirrell has already told that there is a troll in the basement.

Dumbledore was arranging the students to leave the hall in an orderly manner under the protection of the professors.

And this huge troll.

After leaving the box, it was sluggish for about a minute.

Then it picked up a wooden stick and smashed it into Snape's office next to it.

But fortunately, the castle was strong enough, and Snape himself knew that he was not very likable, so he kept a lot of protective magic in the office.

So, the dim, sticky animal and plant specimens in hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, floating in colorful potions, were preserved.

Then the troll followed the smell of food and climbed upstairs.

The fragrance of the food in the hall well covered the smell of the kitchen with leftovers hidden in the magic painting.

The little snakes of Slytherin also returned to the dormitory safely, just missing it.

It is hard not to think that this was deliberately arranged by Voldemort.

And the professors who rushed to the basement to find the troll's traces just missed the troll.

They all thought that Snape was in the office, and the person who released the troll would definitely choose a place far away from the office.

At this time, the troll, who could not enter the auditorium due to his height, used his little head to check that there was no food inside.

Because of the second-rate "delicacy" in the toilet on the second floor - the smell of Oli Gei, he walked to the second floor.

He liked the moving stairs, so there was no problem this time.

He sent it up safely.

At this time, Basil had just finished explaining everything to Hermione and the others.

Hermione and the others' questions gave the troll time to make these series of moves.

It was all too coincidental.

Basil checked the principal's office, and Dumbledore really turned on the prop called the fog condenser again, observing them in the girls' bathroom.

The silver mirror was also placed on the table.

Snape and the other professors met in front of the cracked door of his office.

Quirrell was now facing the three-headed dog.

All of this was revealed in the smoke in the fog condenser.

Dumbledore's blue eyes were full of curiosity.

He did not pay attention to Quirrell, who was controlled by Voldemort, casting spells one after another to attack the three-headed dog.

He also did not pay attention to Snape's gloomy face, which was being watched by his colleagues with strange eyes.

His eyes were all focused on Basil's face that was similar to Grindelwald, and the strange Devil's Snare that had moved all its "bodies" out of the compartment and was not afraid of light.

"Badger Granger, let me see what kind of power you have as a great wizard."

A voice also came from the silver mirror, "This boy is so unlucky that you pay attention to him."

Dumbledore, you bastard!

In the bathroom, Badger also shuddered.

"What should we do?" Hermione began to recite the spell.

Ron regretted it very much, "I wouldn't have pestered Badger to ask questions if I had known!"

Harry's nose twitched, "I smell it! It's like Dudley's stinky socks mixed with a dirty public toilet!"

Then he shut his mouth.

Because a low murmur and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground were getting louder and louder.

Badger directly pulled out his wand, and [Dragon Rider] appeared.

He was not panicked at all, and even had time to complain in his heart, "Really, I was going to use [True Word Appraiser] and the Killing Curse. It seems that I can only change the plan. [Dragon Rider] with a giant monster beard as the staff core may be more suitable."

Thanks to classmate 20210628145444561 for the reward, and other classmates for the recommendation and follow-up reading!