After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"You released the troll?" Voldemort was so pissed off at this idiot, and he even took matters into his own hands.

"Master, I didn't! I rarely go to the basement, for fear of attracting Dumbledore's attention!" Quirrell defended himself aggrievedly. It really wasn't him!

"Why don't you follow them and see for yourself!" Through Quirrell's perspective, Voldemort watched the solemn-looking Dumbledore and Snape hurrying to the basement, while his useless subordinates were still chattering and wanted to give him a Cruciatus.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout remained in the Great Hall, trying their best to calm the other restless and panicked students, their eyes filled with worry as they looked towards the basement.

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Harry led the new students on their way to the Potions classroom.

The little snakes, who were originally quietly lined up in a row, gradually relaxed and started to gather in groups of three or four to play and fight with their friends under the teasing of the little badger and little lion who sneaked up to them and made eyes at them.

Harry didn't pay much attention to it. After all, they were just kids, and it was normal for them to like being with their friends. He focused his attention on the room where the troll was imprisoned, which was gradually approaching.

"Osht!" A little badger sneaked up to a lone little snake and called out happily as it walked out of the auditorium.

"Adrian?" He almost forgot that all four colleges were having classes together today. Osht suddenly realized.

This Hufflepuff boy had been appearing near him since the last Potions class, jumping out from behind and calling his name to scare him. In just two days, he had gotten used to it.

But we are not friends... not yet, Osho thought awkwardly.

"It's Potions class again, Osho, come sit with me. Osho is good at Potions, right? I want to learn." Adrian said with a smile.

It's a well-known fact that everyone in Slytherin is good at Potions.

It is well known to everyone except Slytherin that not everyone who wants to partner with the little snake to make potions is jealous of your potion results.

"Hmph, it's not impossible. And don't call me Osho, we are not that familiar yet." Osho said stubbornly.

If you ignore the corners of his mouth that he can't suppress.

"Osho's face is so red, so cute." Adrian seemed to be smiling all the time. "But that's what I want to call you, Osho~"

"Shut up! I told you not to scream like that." Osht got goosebumps from that sound. What's wrong? This sound is like screaming at someone's soul.

In anger and humiliation, Osht raised his hand and used a throat lock. He had read this in a notebook with the name of the Half-Blood Prince written on it.

He really couldn't stand that sticky sound! He couldn't stand it at all!

Adrian didn't care and dodged with a smile. The two of them chased each other and played around.

Harry didn't take these little fights seriously at first, but as he watched the two freshmen chasing each other, a throat lock hit the door, and the door slowly opened.

Harry had no time to think about why the door could be opened without the Opening Spell, nor did he think about how the throat lock was invented by his godfather and how this freshman could do it.

He only knew that things were getting a little out of control, all because of his arrogance! "Get out of the way!" he shouted at Osht, who had his back to the door.

But it was too late. A foul smell quickly filled the entire aisle. Along with the shattered door panels, a huge stick was swung towards Osht who had no time to react.

"Osht!" This was the first time Osht saw Adrian without a smile on his face. He rushed towards him, and Osht only felt himself being held tightly in his arms.

"Arresto Momentum (Slow down and stop the vibration)!"

"Expeliarmus!"

"Protego!"

"Impedimenta!"

Draco, Harry, Hermione, and Ron shouted spells almost at the same time, but the troll's magic resistance was almost maxed out, and their spells only slowed down the troll's movements a little.

The troll's wooden stick penetrated the armor and obstacles and hit Adrian hard. Adrian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on Osht with his head tilted.

"Expulso (to pieces)!"

"Diffindo!"

"Sectumsempra!"

Blood streaks appeared on the troll's body, and he roared as if enraged! His clueless brain only realized that the little ant in front of him had hurt him! Kill him!

"Fiendfyre." Harry seemed to calm down and said in a low voice.

Blue flames rose up and surrounded the troll, which wailed miserably until the sound became softer and softer.

Harry then said, "Finite." He controlled it very well and only burned the troll. There was not even a trace of burnt black marks on the ground under the troll's feet.

When Harry said these two spells, only Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Theodore and others who were standing next to him heard it.

Draco was used to it, but Blaise Theodore and Pansy, who knew the level of normal young wizards, were horrified. It was as if they had met the savior all over again.

The others couldn't hear it clearly because they were too far away, and just thought it was a flaming mutant. But the slaughtered troll reminded them that Harry was far more powerful than them.

Seeing Harry's extremely gloomy face, countless people were shocked for a moment. The joy of escaping death and the worship of the savior spontaneously emerged in their hearts.

Even some loyal Death Eaters' children are like this. After all, everyone admires the strong.

Harry was really angry, at the troll and at himself. He blamed himself for what had happened.

If it weren't for the remaining sanity that told Harry that the professors were coming soon and Quirrell would be inside, and he couldn't let him know his trump card, Harry really wanted to use thunder to electrocute the giant monster into ashes!

He thought he could do everything perfectly and protect everyone. He naively believed that everything would go according to his plan, but the injured classmates reminded him that he couldn't do anything right.

Draco felt that he couldn't let Harry's emotions go on like this, he had to do something... He sensed that Dumbledore and the others were coming soon, and he thought, he knew what to do...

"Adrian..." Half of Osht's face was covered in blood. He was protected by Adrian, and because of Draco's deceleration and shock absorption, he received almost no damage, only a few scratches.

Overwhelming regret washed over him belatedly. If it hadn't been for protecting him, if he hadn't cast that spell... Adrian wouldn't have...

Tears fell heavily, and he could hardly feel Adrian's breath. His hands were shaking as he desperately tried to stand up and take Adrian to the medical room.

"Episkey!" Neville hurried to Osht and the others, first cast a healing spell, then took out a blood tonic and gave it to Adrian.

Neville cast a detection spell and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the obstacles and armor had relieved some of the force. "Are you okay, classmate?"

"I'm fine..." Osht answered subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up, "Adrian! He was seriously injured and lost a lot of blood! It's all my fault..." he said anxiously.

"It's okay, don't worry. It will be fine soon." Draco trotted over and also checked it first. He hesitated for a moment, then cast a loud voice on himself. "A classmate was injured just now. Come here!"

Some students who were scratched walked over hesitantly. Fortunately, they were only scratched by the broken door panels.

Draco clasped his hands together in front of his chest and uttered a spell no one had ever heard: "Holy Light Healing."

Platinum-colored light burst out from Draco's body, drifting towards the surrounding freshmen. In an instant, all wounds healed, and even the fear and panic in their hearts subsided.

Adrian slowly woke up under Osht's nervous and anxious gaze. Why was he here? It looked like... a troll?!

He stood up from Osht's arms and looked at Osht nervously, "Are you okay, Osh?" He was relieved when he saw that there were no injuries on Osht's body.

"There's a giant monster! Quick..." He looked around nervously, only to see a large, charred mass of unknown object on the ground. He slowly typed a question mark?

"Idiot! Why did you come here? Do you want to be beaten into a pulp with me?" Seeing that Adrian was fine, Osht finally relaxed.

He clearly wanted to thank Adrian, but the words seemed to turn into sarcasm. His eyes were red, and he lowered his head in frustration. Adrian must have thought he was ungrateful and shouldn't have saved him...

"Osho, are you concerned about me?" Adrian said, smiling again.

"Who! Who would care about a..." Osht's voice gradually faded away in Adrian's unchanged expression. "I'm worried to death..."

He turned his face away and spoke softly.

However, after seeing that Adrian was fine, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to Draco.

Although it was somewhat inappropriate, all the students present, as well as Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape who had just arrived, had only one thought in their minds:

Angel!