A friendly day at Hogwarts

It was a mess, like a bathroom after an earthquake.

The charred mountain monster stared at Glenn, its eyes still full of blood-red eyes.

The wound on its face was deep, and dark red blood was gushing out.

As Glenn had discovered earlier, it seemed to be completely insensible to pain, whether it was a large bump on its head or a bloody wound.

This mountain monster is a bit too bizarre.

The situation was so unexpected that a slight sweat broke out on Glenn's forehead.

The mountain monster shook its head, let out a huge roar again, and took steps to rush towards Glenn.

But it didn't know that just when it slapped the annoying big bird away, its feet had already been entangled with a thick rope more than ten times.

The thick short legs stepped forward with force, and the rope suddenly tightened, and then broke with a "snap".

The mountain monster instantly lost its balance.

It also shook its hands subconsciously, trying to stabilize its body, but it didn't help, and the scene looked particularly funny.

The huge and bulky body managed to hold on for a few seconds, and then fell face down with a "snap".

Many broken porcelain pieces and wooden boards were pressed under him, piercing deeply into his flesh and blood.

It struggled to get up, angrily tore off the broken rope and threw it aside viciously.

The young Hermione saw such a bloody scene for the first time. She couldn't help but scream and covered her eyes with her hands.

At this time, Harry finally bypassed the attack range of the mountain monster and came to everyone.

Without further delay, Glenn quickly waved his wand.

"Smoky!"

Waves of smoke that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved spewed out from the tip of the staff and spread quickly, covering the figures of the four people.

When the fog completely obscured the mountain monster's sight, Glenn waved his wand again, causing the sinks and wooden partitions on the floor to fly into the air, colliding with each other and making a messy sound.

This was the escape plan he had thought up when he realized something was wrong with the troll.

Creatures like trolls, whether they are mountain monsters or forest trolls, all exude the same pungent stench. It is obviously unrealistic to expect them to rely on their sense of smell to find prey.

So their perception ability obviously mainly relies on vision and hearing.

The smoke combined with the noise was apparently enough to make it dizzy.

In fact, it was not impossible for Glenn to completely defeat this mountain monster, and it was not difficult to even kill it.

But this will inevitably use a lot of abilities that this age should not have, which can easily make people suspicious and difficult to explain.

In addition, there are three children who are not familiar with the world. If the scene is too bloody, it may cause some psychological shadow to them.

"Run to the door! Follow me!" He pulled Hermione and shouted to Harry and Ron.

On the map at this time, the cursors of Dumbledore and the professors were rapidly approaching.

The exit of the bathroom was very close, and the trio followed Glenn to the corridor smoothly.

The door had been blown away by Glenn, and a lot of smoke poured out along with them.

As if because of losing its prey, the angry roar of the mountain monster came again.

Hermione finally put her hands down, but her face was still pale and full of fear.

Harry and Ron, the two reckless brats, were a little better, but they were still frightened. They were bending over and holding their knees, breathing heavily.

A burst of messy and hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and the professors finally arrived.

Dumbledore was a hundred years old, but he walked as fast as a young man, striding at the front, with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout trotting behind.

As for Professor Flitwick, although he tried hard to catch up, he was still far behind.

Glenn was thinking that if they remembered correctly, in the episode about the mountain monster in the book, Dumbledore didn't seem to come to the rescue.

And for him to appear here so anxiously at this time, he obviously already knew something.

On the contrary, Quirrell and Professor Snape, who were supposed to appear with Professor McGonagall, were not here.

On the map, the two people seemed to be leaving the fourth floor from different directions.

"Merlin's beard!"

Professor McGonagall saw the embarrassed four people from a distance and let out an exclamation.

By this time, the smoke in the bathroom had almost dissipated, and the broken porcelain tiles and wooden boards had fallen back to the ground.

Hearing the footsteps outside, the mountain monster also strode out and roared violently at the professors.

Dumbledore snorted and tapped the wand in his hand.

The twelve-foot-tall guy suddenly stopped, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and the red blood faded away like a tide.

Then, as if it was drunk, it staggered twice and fell to the ground with a "plop".

The remaining smoke was blown by the air flow when it fell to the ground, billowing slightly.

"Can anyone explain to me why the four of you are here?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly.

It was a kind of calmness after being extremely angry, with almost no emotion in his tone.

Glenn quietly looked up at Dumbledore and found that he was checking the condition of the mountain monster, gently tapping the tip of his wand between its eyebrows.

Ron and Harry were submissive and silent.

"It's me...Professor..."

Hermione gently pushed the two of them away and stood in front of Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked surprised, as if she didn't expect such a thing to happen to Hermione.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Miss Granger."

Hermione pursed her lips and seemed to hesitate, but she still spoke firmly.

"I came to see the troll because... I thought I could deal with it on my own... because I had read about them in books and knew a lot about them."

"pat~"

Ron looked shocked, his hand subconsciously loosened, and he dropped his wand to the ground.

Hermione glanced at him slightly and continued: "If they hadn't arrived in time to save me, I would definitely be dead by now."

Harry and Ron tried their best to pretend they were already familiar with the story.

Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the bodies of several people, and only Glenn's clothes were relatively neat.

As for Harry, his robes were covered in dust, a mixture of muddy water and burnt blackness, as if he had rolled a few times on the messy ground inside.

"Miss Granger, I simply can't understand it." Professor McGonagall shook her head and sighed. "How could you think you could take on a mountain of trolls on your own?"

"I..." Hermione tried to make up a reason, but was at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Quirrell's appearance helped her out in time.

"I heard... I heard a big... noise. Are you..."

While he was talking, he walked towards this side in a daze, and saw the giant monster lying unconscious on the ground, stained with blood.

"Merlin!"

His legs went weak, and he took a few steps back "dong dong dong" before barely holding on to the wall and standing still.

Dumbledore raised his head and glanced lightly, his eyes deep.