Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Oh~ I'm in big trouble now!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, feeling a bitter taste in their mouths.

Obviously, they guessed wrong. Hermione and Clark weren't in the women's room right now. Maybe they were discussing homework in the lounge.

Unfortunately, it was too late now. The giant monster who was drinking some unknown liquid was very angry when he heard the noise because he was interrupted from drinking water.

It stood up, turned around awkwardly, and at the same time waved the trunk in its hand, swept in a circle, and hit Harry and Ron.

The original hard masonry is not much better than crispy biscuits at this moment, and the wooden door of the toilet is like paper under the strange force of the troll. Fortunately, Harry and Ron lowered their heads in time and lay on the ground. It was only to prevent his head from bursting like a ripe watermelon, and the juice splashed everywhere.

But even if they escaped the blow, the evil wind swept by the tree trunk still made their scalps ache.

The two lay down on the ground in fear, not daring to stay for long, and a burst of strength came out of nowhere, and they crawled backwards out of the women's toilet with hands and feet together, and then bounced up like fish that landed on the bank, stepping forward. Take a step and flee to the distance.

How could the monster be happy when he saw the two dim sums escaped? He didn't bow his head, and smashed the low door frame of the women's toilet. Leigh and Ron's backs chased after them.

If there is a "something" in the wizarding world, Harry can ask on it at this moment: "What should I do if I am chased by a troll? Wait online, hurry up!"

Fortunately, although he does not have a large number of enthusiastic netizens to turn to for help, he still has a reliable friend.

"Hey, big fool! Look here."

A playful voice sounded behind the troll. Of course, with the brain capacity of the troll, he would not have paid attention to this, but who let it come along with this, and there was a broken brick the size of a fist.

The piece of broken brick hit the troll's head very precisely. It was not powerful, but it was extremely insulting. It successfully attracted its attention, making the troll who was chasing Harry and the others stop, and turned back. Come over.

The two of Harry were rushing with their heads buried, their hearts already racing into their throats. At this moment, they heard a familiar voice coming from behind them. Even though they were in danger, they still couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

"Clark!"

Yes, it was Clark who had disappeared for a long time who attracted the troll's attention and successfully rescued Harry and Ron.

At this time, he was standing at the door of the men's room next to the women's room, and waved his arms at the giant monster.

It turned out that when Clark was comforting Hermione just now, he didn't choose to follow her into the women's room. Although he actually wanted to go in and have a look, he still pulled Hermione into the men's room next door for the sake of his own fame. inside.

After all, you can't hold back anymore. If you, a girl, enter the men's restroom, it can be said that you are in a hurry; but if you, a boy, enter the women's restroom, you are playing hooligans.

And when Clark succeeded in persuading Hermione, holding her hand, confiding in her heart, and having an in-depth communication with her, he heard the sound of "rumbling" house demolition from the next door, and then he remembered Hermione and Harry in the original book. A return to a good classic plot.

"What's going on?" Hermione also heard the movement next door, and asked Clark nervously. After all, she was still hiding in the men's room. If someone saw her, it would be excusable and embarrassing.

Fortunately, Clark was very calm. He waved to her, signaling not to panic, then opened the door a crack and poked his head out.

In the long corridor, a giant monster with a height of four or five meters was chasing after Harry and Ron. The scene was once very thrilling.

"It's a troll!" Hermione poked her head out from under the crack of the door, covered her mouth and exclaimed as she looked at the scene outside.

"Yes, it's a mountain monster." Clark nodded, opened the door without hesitation, walked out, and stood in the corridor.

"What are you doing? You're going to die!" Hermione tugged on Clark's sleeve in desperation, but it still couldn't stop him.

"It's just a giant monster. Have you forgotten what I told you just now? What we are going to do is to change the world. What is a mere giant monster?"

Clark's smile was full of confidence, which made Hermione feel ashamed of her distrust, and unconsciously let go of her sleeves.

"Next, let us fight for our ideals together! This will be the first step on our legendary journey." Clark laughed wantonly, picked up a broken brick with his toe, and held it in his hand Here, he slammed fiercely at the giant monster in the distance, successfully attracting its attention.

The troll turned awkwardly, blinking stupidly to see what was beating it. Its ugly little eyes saw Clark, hesitated for a moment, then roared angrily, took big strides, and ran towards Clark.

A magical creature of Ministry of Magic category XXXX, a troll is a fearsome monster that stands twelve feet tall and weighs more than a ton. They are powerful and stupid, and they have a reputation for being both.

And the giant monster in front of Clark has a bald head and light gray skin. It is the mountain monster among the giant monsters, and it is also the largest and most dangerous kind of monster.

At this moment, it strode forward with big strides, its one-ton body was like an out-of-control dump truck, ready to crush the Hongguang mini that stood in front of it.

Even if she was prepared, Hermione, who was standing aside, felt a little thirsty from the oppressive feeling like a sea tide, not to mention Clark who was facing the troll.

"Next time which fan fiction dares to write that a little wizard in the first grade can easily defeat the troll, I must grab that author and throw him in front of the troll, and let him kiss the troll's ass fiercely!"

He saw the timing, dodged to the side suddenly, hid in the men's room, avoided the charge of the troll, and then rushed out under Hermione's adoring eyes.

At this time the troll had already rushed over, but with its poor IQ, it didn't realize until it was about to hit the wall at the end of the corridor that it didn't crush the little bug.

And Clark, who was standing behind it, watched the momentum of the giant monster hitting the wall, and secretly estimated in his heart, knowing that he would definitely not be able to withstand the giant monster's blow.

No, I can't even be touched by the troll. This is not a room with a small space, a big guy over four meters tall can move unrestricted. Except for Harry, the protagonist of destiny, no one can get close Get it!

It's like putting a five or six-year-old kid in front of Tyson, it's a joke.

"No, you can't beat it like this. System, upgrade!"