Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 86. 84. The Prefect's Battle

The little wizards of Hogwarts, while listening to the performance of the skeleton band, enjoyed the delicious food on the long table.

Not to mention how moist and harsh it is.

When Dudley was swallowing the twenty-eighth lamb chop, Professor Quirrell from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class suddenly rushed into the dining room. I saw a terrified look on his face, as if he had seen something terrible.

Professor Quirinus Quirrell, graduated from Ravenclaw, the current professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and a former professor of Muggle Studies, is a guy who stutters when teaching magic. He wasn't impressed, but he was very familiar with his smell.

In addition to the peculiar smell of corpses, there is also a strong smell of garlic.

It is worth mentioning that Chilo was originally very smart and had solid theoretical knowledge, but after a trip to Albania, he seemed to be a different person.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him, he staggered to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaned on the table, panted and said, "Trolls. In the underground classroom, I thought you should know .”

The embarrassed look seemed to be because he was frightened by the giant monster, and even after he finished speaking, he fell to the floor and passed out.

The whole restaurant suddenly became chaotic.

Dudley frowned slightly.

Just a troll?

As far as he knows, this Professor Quirrell is best at dealing with creatures like mountain monsters. He once subdued mountain monsters when he was studying at Hogwarts, and mountain monsters are more dangerous and powerful than trolls.

It's just a giant monster, maybe it's a little threatening to a little wizard, but to an adult wizard, it's a dish.

Quirrell's behavior can be said to be quite abnormal.

Dudley looked up at Dumbledore, and he couldn't believe he didn't see it.

Dumbledore first turned up his volume with a 'loud voice', and calmed down the flustered little wizards with a few words, especially the younger ones.

Holding a magic wand for a long time can't hold a fart. For them, trolls are definitely dangerous creatures.

"Prefects stand up." Dumbledore said in a low voice: "Lead the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

Under the leadership of the prefect, the little wizards of the lower grades walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

Of course, this prefect was not Carlo from the seventh grade, but the fifth grade prefect who led them on the first day.

Dudley naturally followed behind.

He is not particularly interested in trolls, and only snot can be used as a potion for the main trolls. The key is that this thing can be bought.

And the smell of the monster is really bad.

How to describe it? Probably like a mixture of rotten onions and cabbage, mixed with a bit of canned herring that has expired for three years, and also mixed with rotten butter and the smell of old rice fields fermented in the latrine for dozens of days.

A strange stench wafted not far away, making Dudley's eyes light up.

"Yes, that's the smell."

asked Malfoy, who was right behind Dudley.

"Brother D, what is this smell?"

And soon he knew.

"Ouch, it stinks!"

Malfoy clutched his nose and retched a few times.

The little wizards around them also retched, and one or two of them couldn't hold back and really vomited. Now it's all right, like a domino, a chain reaction was created, and the little wizards vomited out one by one.

The stench mixed with the vomit was indescribably sour.

"Troll! It's a troll!"

The prefect also seemed to have reacted, looking around vigilantly for fear of the sudden appearance of the giant monster, while urging the little wizards to return the same way, but at this time, many of the little wizards were lying on the ground, Almost spit out the bile.

In order to prevent congestion, the routes back to the upper grades and lower grades are different.

Of the four houses, only Slytherin went down, so the remaining three houses weren't around either.

At present, the only one who can deal with the giant monster here is himself.

The fifth-grade prefect looked very nervous, his fingers holding the wand turned white, and he was not at all indifferent as when we first met.

Seeing that Dudley was the only one standing still in the entire group of Slytherin juniors, the prefect had a look of despair on his face.

"Go to the other prefects and professors quickly."

It was impossible for him to leave the little wizards and escape.

"I think it's too late." Dudley pointed to the gradually revealed figure around the corner.

Such a strong stench meant that the troll was nearby.

It was a monster twelve feet tall, with dull, granite skin, a huge, clumsy body like a huge pile of mud, and a small head like a cocoa bean on top.

The short legs were thick as tree stumps, and beneath them were large, flat, calloused feet.

It held a thick wooden stick in its hand, and because of its long arms, the wooden stick dragged on the ground.

"Run, I'll stop him!"

The prefect yelled, and pointed his wand at the troll: "There are obstacles!"

This is a simple and limited jinx that is often seen in wizard duels and can effectively slow down an opponent.

With the waving of the wand, blue-green sparks burst out from the tip of the wand, and countless transparent obstacles appeared around the troll, blocking the troll's footsteps and causing the already slow speed to drop again.

There are generally one of four states when there are many obstacles, pausing the opponent for a short time, causing the opponent to retreat, forming an obstacle to block the opponent, or directly slowing down the opponent's speed.

The effect of this prefect is obviously blocked by obstacles.

It's just a pity that there are many obstacles that can be broken with simple physical attacks.

And strength happens to be the last thing a troll lacks.

The giant monster let out a roar, and smashed the wooden stick it was carrying, smashing it instantly.

The prefect seemed to have expected it a long time ago, all he had to do was to stop the giant monster, and prepared the spell again: "Flock of birds!"

Countless birds flew out from the tip of the wand, pecking around the giant monster, but this level of attack could not even tickle the giant monster.

The unintelligent giant monster was attracted by these magical birds and reached out to catch them.

The prefect seized this opportunity and cast another spell, this time targeting the weapon in the troll's hand.

"Bones to pieces!"

The big wooden stick turned into pieces all over the sky.

Abolish weapons.

If that thing swept across, it would definitely be a devastating blow to the little wizards of Slytherin.

The wand in his hand waved again, and several vines grew on the surrounding walls, firmly fixing the troll's limbs, and the body was lifted into the air, preventing it from exerting force.

Transfiguration spell.

It stands to reason that dealing with magical creatures like trolls should be learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but Hogwarts currently has no Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

So even as a fifth-year prefect, his experience in dealing with giant monsters is only zero.

The prefect was only dealing with trolls based on his own experience.

It's just a chain of links, each spell is released just right, whether it's the spell or the transformation spell, it's quite subtle.

This wizard's way of fighting made Dudley's eyes shine.

At the same time, I am also examining how to respond if I meet the other party.

Probably before the opponent released the first spell, he killed him.