Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 46 Trolls

The first-floor corridor quickly became deserted as the students left.

Only the pumpkin-shaped lamplight shining from the auditorium still carried a trace of warmth; all that remained was tranquility and seclusion.

A strange sound echoed in the corridor—

"Dada dada..."

Then, Vaughn suddenly appeared in the air, looking speechlessly at the person beside him: "Why are you shaking?"

Ron's nasal, tearful voice echoed through the air: "I'm scared... Didn't you hear me? It's a troll!"

"Thanks for reminding me, but Ronald, I'm the one who told you this. Didn't I say I'd protect you and even cast a Disillusionment Charm on you?"

As he spoke, Vaughn peered into the auditorium.

The flashing lights from the other side shone into his eyes, making his pupils appear to shift between light and shadow.

Although I never intentionally changed it.

But Vaughn knew that his very existence was a disturbance to Harry's fate.

Everything that's happening at Hogwarts now is quite different from the novels he used to read. Of course, Vaughn is also aware that some things are easily influenced, but some things are destined to happen.

For example, Voldemort wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone!

As long as the Philosopher's Stone remains at Hogwarts, and as long as Voldemort still needs it, the events of Halloween Eve will hardly change.

Halloween is the perfect time to cause trouble, as it's the only time all the young wizards gather together, making it easier to manage and allowing Dumbledore and the professors to leave with peace of mind and focus on dealing with any unexpected events.

Quirrell wouldn't let such an opportunity slip by.

As Vaughn predicted, Quirrell still put the troll into Hogwarts.

Now, let's see if he has the guts to go to the fourth floor...

After waiting a while longer, Vaughn finally saw a figure sneaking out of the auditorium. It was Quirrell, who had pretended to be unconscious earlier—his large turban made him easy to spot.

He looked around for a moment, and after confirming that the professors had all left, he hurried upstairs.

Vaughn let out a soft breath. He wanted to confirm this for two reasons: firstly, he wanted to try and see if he could get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone; secondly, he wanted to confirm it.

How is Socket Man doing now that he hasn't gotten any unicorn blood?

As Vaughn watched Quirrell disappear down the stairs, he was about to say something to Ron when he heard Ron beside him trembling and screaming in fear:

"How could you possibly protect me from someone like that?"

Vaughn turned around and saw it: a huge man, at least 12 feet tall, with dull, gray skin like a rock, came out from around the corner of the corridor ahead, carrying a wooden stick.

That enormous creature had a robust body, like a moving mountain, even though its tiny head perched on its shoulders looked rather comical.

But that doesn't stop its enormous size from creating a strong sense of oppression!

Mom... I might really be going to die...

Ron started to cry inside. He knew that whenever Vaughn smiled like that, nothing good would come of it. He shouldn't have taken the chance and agreed to Vaughn's request.

The only saving grace is that at least he had told Harry his last words during lunch!

"...I'm having some bad luck."

Hearing the chattering of teeth growing louder and louder, even attracting the giant's attention, Vaughn sighed:

"Sigh, to be honest, Ronald, you'd better stop calling me 'brother' from now on."

He slowly drew his wand. The giant opposite him had already spotted him. It panted excitedly and strode towards him.

Although it was said to be walking, given the giant's size and stride, it arrived almost instantly.

The enormous wooden stick was raised high.

Ron almost screamed.

Then he saw Vaughn raise his wand, and the face he used to fear showed no hesitation or fear:

"Crushed to pieces!"

boom!

The wooden stick, which made a loud whooshing sound, was shattered by a powerful incantation, followed by two more incantations.

"Torn apart!"

"Torn apart!"

The light of the spell flashed across the darkness like lightning.

It crashed heavily into the giant, blasting up clouds of dust and debris, and the disturbed air currents caused the candlelight on the wall to flicker.

The foolish giant only realized what was happening then; it opened its mouth wide, wanting to scream and roar.

But the instant he opened his mouth, Ron heard Vaughn rapidly chant the spell:

"Thunderous explosion!"

A hidden, invisible force erupted, and the air seemed to chill for a moment!

next moment……

Ron then saw the giant's teeth and tongue suddenly explode.

The moment the soft, mushy flesh was formed, another spell of the same kind struck, and the fragile oral cavity bones could no longer withstand it.

puff--

With a muffled thud, the giant's upper jaw and head flew off, gushing out foul-smelling blood.

Boom!

The giant's head landed and rolled over.

Those bewildered little eyes blinked a few times before they seemed to understand their fate; their pupils dilated, and their spirits vanished.

Gudong!

Ron's throat bobbed, and he couldn't help but clench his crotch.

In just a few seconds, the ups and downs of life were so thrilling that his mind went completely blank.

Defeating a giant monster was not a difficult task for Vaughn.

These stupid creatures are useless except for their skin's resistance to spells.

If it weren't for the need to resolve the issue quickly and with minimal disturbance, Warn would have had many ways to manipulate it.

With a wave of his wand, he lifted the illusion spell from Ron. The moment the spell was lifted, Ron collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Vaughn looked at him: "Did you pee your pants?"

When it came to matters of dignity, Ron finally realized what was happening before he could nod.

Stuttering, her face flushed, she tried to straighten her chest: "No, no!"

Vaughn ignored him, plucked a hair from his head, and muttered a spell. The hair immediately burst into flames.

He patted the ashes from the burning pot onto Ron's neck and instructed him, "This spell will last for an hour. Go and guard the basement exit for me. If the professors come out, whisper my name and I'll know."

Ron's chest, which had just straightened, slumped again as he stared expectantly at Vaughn: "Where are you going?"

Regardless of whether Ron agreed or not, Vaughn plucked another hair from Ron's head amidst Ron's cries of pain.

He did the same thing, slapping the ashes from the fire onto his own throat.

He continued, "If the professors don't come out, and you hear me call your name, go down and find Dumbledore right away, understand?"

Seeing that Vaughn ignored his question, Ron knew he couldn't refuse and could only nod in agreement.

After arranging everything, Vaughn patted his pockets before following Quirrell upstairs along the route he had taken.

Actually, arranging for Ron to keep watch was just his habitual caution; he didn't expect it to be of any use.

His reliance on tracking Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, was right in his pocket!