Chapter 31 Giant Monster Brigade (Please Read It Later)

Grete had never celebrated Halloween, but he had seen it through the gate of the orphanage.

The children took the pumpkin lanterns made by their parents and dressed themselves up as various legendary monsters.

They went door to door to ask neighbors for candy, shouting trick or treat.

Compared with Christmas, Halloween is the children's favorite holiday.

Only on this day, even the most serious families will indulge their children once.

Curfews and other things are all lifted, so that children can have a good time.

It is a carnival for Muggle children.

Hogwarts is certainly different. At least, the Halloween costumes look much more delicate than those in the Muggle world.

The pumpkin head that will open its mouth to tease the little wizard, the wall that will suddenly spray smoke, and the Peeves who are obviously more noisy than usual.

Only today will Peeves not be punished by the Bloody Baron.

Overnight, the whole school is surrounded by the atmosphere of Halloween.

Even standing in front of the window of the tower, you can see a huge pumpkin monster specially arranged in the open space in front of the Forbidden Forest.

Of course, the most comprehensive arrangement is in the restaurant.

The torches turned into pumpkin heads with candles, and silhouettes of various monsters appeared in the countless dark clouds, accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.

Bats were either hanging upside down on the ceiling or holding the wall to rest, and more of them were flying through the dark clouds, occasionally passing over the heads of wizards at low altitude, causing bursts of exclamations from the little wizards.

Fortunately, nothing strange fell from the bats.

Gret picked up a piece of steak with peace of mind and enjoyed the wizards' Halloween.

It is said that Dumbledore has arranged everything, and Gret should be relieved.

But he always seemed a little absent-minded, thinking about something in his mind.

Suddenly, Gret stopped talking, and he thought about why he was absent-minded.

Secret passages.

Yes, secret passages. Hogwarts has had countless secret passages since the day it was built.

Even after countless students' night tours, all the secret passages have not been explored.

Gretel didn't believe that Voldemort didn't know about the secret passage.

Even Quirinus Quirrell, who was known for his honesty, might have his own secret passage.

He believed that Dumbledore had made Hogwarts as airtight as possible.

But no one knew how many secret passages there were except its builder.

Even in the past few centuries, if someone had been recognized by the castle, it was not impossible to build their own secret passage.

In the past few days, neither he nor Dumbledore had considered this issue.

But it was too late.

The door of the restaurant was opened with a bang, and Quirinus Quirrell rushed into the restaurant according to the original world line.

"The troll - the troll is in the underground classroom -"

Fainted on the floor at the right time.

Gretel looked at Dumbledore, but only saw confidence in his blue eyes.

Yes, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, with the greatest authority in this castle, how could he ignore the existence of the secret passage.

Looking at Quirrell lying on the ground pretending to be dead, Gretel knew that this was a battle between the black and white devils.

If Dumbledore blocked all the roads, Voldemort might have to fight to the death.

A trapped beast fights, encircling three sides and leaving one side, leaving a secret passage, just right.

"Silence!"

When the students were about to get in chaos, Dumbledore raised his wand and released several fireworks spells, attracting everyone's attention.

"Prefect, take all the students back to your respective college dormitories."

Gretel pulled Terry when he left the castle and headed for the tower.

"Cover me, I'm leaving for a while."

For some reason, Gretel felt more and more flustered the more he walked.

Thinking of Quirrell's recent body, Gretel always felt that things might not be as simple as the original world line.

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When Gretel arrived at the underground classroom, he was stunned.

What a troll, it was a whole tribe of trolls.

There were more than ten stinky trolls of all sizes.

The smallest one was over ten feet long, and its dull skin was emitting a pungent stench all the time.

Each troll dragged his weapon in his hand, hitting everything he touched with his club recklessly.

The three little ones were pale and ran desperately with a look of fear on their faces.

Fortunately, the trolls' bodies were like a mountain of flesh, which was not enough to support their running, and they could not catch up with the three little ones for the time being.

However, the trolls were huge after all, and any step they took was equivalent to the little wizard running four or five steps.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would be caught up before leaving this corridor.

I don't know which of the three little ones had bad luck, but the trolls who never used their brains actually thought of throwing.

He picked up the mud that rolled from somewhere on his body and threw it in the direction of the three people.

When the mud was all thrown away, he threw the broken wooden door and the demolished stones, until he threw the wooden stick in his hand that was taller than a person.

"Utopia."

Grete's Utopia successfully deflected the wooden stick that was about to bring disaster, and appeared in front of the three people.

Ignoring the touching eyes of the three people, Grete went straight to meet them.

"Keep running, don't stand there, run upstairs and take the trolls over. I see that the professors have all gone upstairs."

Petrification spell, Stunning spell, Imprisonment spell, Obstruction spell...

Countless spells gushed out from the tip of the wand like a string of arrows.

Unfortunately, as a magical creature, the biggest feature of the troll is its own magical inertia.

The damaging spells hit the trolls, and there was no ripple at all.

In terms of effectiveness, it was not even as good as the tables and chairs thrown out with the floating spell, at least the tables and chairs could make them stop and hit.

The three of them were finally awakened from the daze after being saved from the disaster by Grete's roar, and ran away silently.

Grete made trouble for the trolls while retreating.

Looking at the aggressive trolls, Grete sighed in his heart.

"Such a big scene, you are worthy of it, Professor Tom."

A few days ago, when he went to fleece Voldemort, he only saw the stuttering Quirrell, and he knew that there would be a big move recently.

Without the unicorn blood to keep him alive, and being fleeced by him all day and all night, Quirrell was exhausted and exhausted.

In order to keep his life, taking risks was also a helpless choice.

The professors must not know that there were still people in the underground classroom. After all, who would have thought that someone would hide in the underground bathroom and cry on Halloween Eve.

However, the trolls made such a big noise that sooner or later someone would come down to see.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Professor McGonagall, followed by Snape and Quirrell, appeared underground.

Gretel saw the battle scene of adult wizards for the first time.

Professor McGonagall was worthy of being the professor of Transfiguration. With a wave of her wand, tough vines grew on the pumpkin head specially decorated for Halloween.

Under Professor McGonagall's control, the vines seemed to have their own lives, tightly binding the ugly trolls in front of them.

The broken doors and windows also transformed into shackles, locking the culprit who broke himself.

Even the wooden sticks in the trolls' hands, which were used as weapons, flew out of their hands under Professor McGonagall's disarming spell, and then turned into wooden figures and pounced on them.

Snape suddenly released the Shadowless Divine Strike, and threw the failed product of the palliative as a strong anesthetic.

Gretel suspected that these failed products came from Harry.

Counting the bottles of potions thrown out, Gretel couldn't help but pray for Harry's head.

Pray that Snape would not come to Harry with the troll's head to perform a head transplant.

As for Quirrell, Professor Quirrell was of course standing by to cheer them on.

God knows how much he paid to bring these trolls in.

Anyway, Gretel saw that every time Snape released the Shadowless Divine Strike, Quirrell would tremble in pain.

With the help of the professor, Gretel was finally able to let go and rest.

Not far up, he saw three people standing timidly in the corner.

Whether it was Harry, Ron or Hermione, their faces were pale, and it seemed that they were really scared.

There was no choice but to take out the smuggled palliative from the small bag and handed it over.

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Small theater

Dumbledore (actor A): Tom, you shouldn't have come.

Voldemort (actor B): You know I'm coming, and I know you know I'm coming, but I have to come.

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Slam the horn and rush forward.

Director: Kakaka, what kind of thing is this. You are one good and one evil, one black and one white, there are not so many entanglements. When you meet, you should kill each other indiscriminately. The more fierce the better. Come on, reshoot.

All groups are ready, the third act of the Halloween battle, action~