After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

The Halloween dinner was held in the auditorium as scheduled. Thousands of bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and fat devil pumpkin lanterns were enchanted and floated in an orderly manner above the long tables of various colleges.

When Yang Mei and Draco came in, the long table was already filled with all kinds of food.

"Today's apples seem good. I kind of want to eat baked apples with a layer of caramel on them." Yang Mei tilted her head and said to Draco.

"Eat!" Draco had gotten used to his friend's changing tastes every day. "I'm so hungry. I just want to have a plate of tender lamb chops." He had gone to the Quidditch field this afternoon and had consumed a lot of energy.

Halloween is celebrated every year. In previous years, the Halloween dinners at the Malfoy and Selwyn families were only more luxurious and exquisite than those at Hogwarts. So for Yang Mei and Draco, they were only happy about the holiday, but there were not many surprises.

This is when the preciousness of the Muggle-born wizards and the half-blood and pure-blood wizards from poor families comes into play. They will express sincere exclamations of surprise and admiration.

Just when everyone was in a great mood eating and drinking and chatting with the little wizards around them, Quirrell stumbled into the auditorium.

"The troll—in the basement classroom!" His turban was crookedly worn on his head, his face full of fear, "There's a troll in the basement classroom!"

Everyone in the hall looked at him, and Dumbledore stood up from his seat.

"Thought you ought to know," Quirrell said finally, and then he rolled his eyes and fell down in the aisle between the long tables.

What is that? A troll? ... A troll!!

Everyone immediately realized what was happening, and the auditorium was like a boiling pot. Screams were heard one after another, and many young wizards stood up from their seats, as if they wanted to escape.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore immediately maintained order, and for this he had to raise his wand and shoot a few purple fireworks into the air, and only then did the hall become quiet.

"Please don't panic! Now, prefects, lead the students from their respective houses back to the dormitories, and professors, follow me to the basement."

Almost everyone was whispering to the people around them, and when combined, it created quite a noise.

Draco was a little nervous, partly because of the troll that had broken into the castle, and partly because of Quirrell who was still lying face down on the floor of the auditorium.

"Is the defense of Hogwarts so poor that even a troll appeared? I wonder if that person is responsible?" Draco signaled Yang Mei to look at Quirrell with his eyes, "Isn't this... a bit too embarrassing?"

Yang Mei shrugged: "Quirrel did everything alone, what does it have to do with that person?" He probably knew what Voldemort wanted to do, which was nothing more than taking advantage of the chaos to steal the Philosopher's Stone on the fourth floor.

But he felt that Voldemort would not succeed, and Dumbledore would not fail to see such an obvious diversion.

"Honestly, I've never seen a real troll!" Draco was eager to try.

Yang Mei listened attentively and said, "The giant monster is no longer in the basement classroom. He is upstairs now. If you want, I can take you to see him." Focus on a pet friend.

Draco's eyes lit up: "I want to see it, let's go!"

As if realizing that this behavior was not Slytherin at all, Draco could not help but say to his friend as he walked up the stairs: "If my godfather knew what we did today, he would definitely say that our stupid brains are filled with splendor, just like the stupid lions of Gryffindor, and then he would make us copy the Slytherin rules 100 times."

There was one thing he didn't say. If he told Lucius Malfoy about this, he would definitely make him copy the Malfoy house rules 100 more times.

"It's not a big deal." Yang Mei walked briskly, "Who said that Slytherin students can't have a little curiosity?

The reason why Gryffindors are called stupid lions is that they have a strong curiosity but lack the strength to match it, so the result is often that they make a mess of things.

But we are different. We are not fully capable of protecting ourselves.

As for Dumbledore, how on earth is he a headmaster? He didn't even know that a troll had entered the castle. What did he think of the lives of the little wizards?"

As Yang Mei was talking, an idea suddenly occurred to her. Yes, maybe Voldemort didn't intend to steal the Philosopher's Stone in one go this time.

He just wanted to use the excuse that the troll had entered the castle and Dumbledore had failed to supervise properly to have the Ministry of Magic take Dumbledore away for investigation.

In this way, if Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts Castle, he will have a greater chance of getting the Philosopher's Stone.

But they didn't have time to think about these things now, because as soon as they went up to the second floor, they smelled a foul odor.

It was a smell mixed with stinky socks and a public toilet that was never cleaned.

"Oh my God, Merlin's stinky socks! I knew trolls smelled, but I never knew they smelled this bad!" Draco's face was distorted.

Faced with this situation, he didn't know what to think, and asked Yang Mei a question: "Phil, if that person has no nose, does that mean he can't smell anything even if the giant monster passes by him?"

Yang Mei looked at Draco with interest: "Sure, Xiaolong, you are not afraid of him now, you even dare to tease him."

Draco belatedly realized what he had just said.

"Hiss!" He shuddered. No way? Is he so brave now?

Suddenly, Yang Mei turned the tip of her wand and cast an Disillusionment Charm on herself and Draco.

Then they were at the top of the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, watching Harry and Ron sneak up the way they had come.

Draco pointed at his mouth and looked at Yang Mei.

Yang Mei understood: "We can talk, they can't hear us."

Draco then spoke with relief: "Why are these two people here again? I see them everywhere." His tone was full of disgust.

Yang Mei didn't say anything.

Ron complained to Harry, "Really? Girls are such a hassle. I just said a few words to her, but she had to run to the bathroom and cry for the whole afternoon? And I wasn't wrong."

This happened just in time for the troll to enter the castle, isn't she causing trouble for others? ! "

"Okay, Ron, just talk less." Harry had never been with a girl before, but he did think Hermione was a girl who particularly liked to meddle in other people's affairs. No wonder Ron felt annoyed.

But no matter what, they didn't want anything to happen to Hermione.

"It's more important to find Hermione as soon as possible," said Harry.

Although Ron still looked unhappy about this, he agreed.

Draco suddenly realized: "This is because of what happened this morning. Weasley said something bad about Granger, and Granger heard it, and then she ran to the public toilet to cry.

But I remember you have already comforted her, right? "

"So what? People will be sad if they should be." Yang Mei felt that this was human nature. Would bad emotions be kept inside if they didn't vent them?

At this moment, a low muttering and the sound of huge feet dragging on the ground came from the end of the corridor.

It's a giant monster.

Harry and Ron quickly hid.

A moment later, a huge monster appeared from the corner at the end of the corridor.

It was about twelve feet tall, with dull skin, as gray as granite, and a huge, clumsy body that seemed to be made of a pile of pebbles, with a small head like a cocoa bean on top. Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, and below them were flat, rough, calloused feet.

As it got closer, the sickening stench of his presence became more and more apparent.

It is worth mentioning that the giant monster also holds a weapon in his hand, which is a thick wooden stick. As it walks, the stick drags on the ground.

The four of them looked at the giant monster and saw it turn into an open room not far away.

"Oh no, that's the girls' bathroom! Hermione is in there!" Harry screamed.

"Damn it!" Ron cursed viciously.

The two men rushed into the bathroom with a fearless spirit.

"...Gryffindor as expected." Draco's mouth twitched slightly.

Harry and Ron entered the bathroom and began shouting Hermione's name, but no one answered.

"What's going on? Was she frightened to death?" Ron shouted.