Chapter 210: Forward

Fourth-floor corridor.

A blurred figure was moving rapidly, almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

After hearing Parvati Patil's words, Sean roughly knew that the plot had not changed.

When he had just come out of the Great Hall, he heard the commotion and saw the figure of Professor Qiluo.

This confirmed to him that, at the very least, Tang Mu would find it hard to go on a killing spree, unless he wanted to be beaten into Tang Mu Number Two by Dumbledore.

Next, he only needed to ensure Hermione's safety.

This wouldn't be difficult.

Unless Tang Mu's brain had grown onto the troll, even if he couldn't necessarily defeat the troll, Sean was more than capable of bringing Hermione out; after all, this time there was no Potter to lock the door.

But what Sean didn't expect was that more than one person had followed behind him.

At the entrance to the fourth-floor lavatory.

A foul stench drilled into Sean's nose—a mix of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned.

Then he heard it—a low grumbling and the sound of huge feet dragging across the floor.

At the end of a corridor to the left, a behemoth was moving toward him.

Sean concealed his form; he prepared to at least find Hermione first.

Unexpectedly, just then, the huge monster slowly walked into a patch of moonlight.

The sight was terrifying. It was twelve feet tall, its skin dull and gray like granite, its massive, clumsy body like a pile of boulders, topped with a small head the size of a cocoa bean.

Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, ending in flat, calloused feet. The smell emanating from it was nauseating. It clutched a thick wooden club, and because its arms were so long, the club dragged on the ground.

The troll stopped by a door and peered inside.

Even worse, at this very moment, the door wobbled slightly, as if someone inside was about to open it.

But soon the sound of the door opening stopped, because the troll, the foul-smelling troll, had squeezed into the room.

Sean's speed was almost synchronized with the troll's. With the help of the Disillusionment Charm and the Muffliato Charm, he followed the troll into the lavatory without any effort.

The lavatory was in full view, and it seemed there was nothing there.

But inside a stall, Hermione was covering her mouth tightly.

"A troll! It's a troll! A monster with a danger level of XXXX; a young wizard wouldn't even have a chance to fight back in front of it! Because they would already be too scared to chant a spell!"

This voice rampaged through Hermione's mind. Even worse, she had been crying here for too long and had no strength left.

Coupled with the fact that she was now terrified, she probably couldn't even chant a simple Levitation Charm.

Hermione huddled in the stall, looking as if she might faint at any moment.

Outside the stall.

Sean heard the faint, suppressed breathing. At the half-open stall door, he saw Hermione's pale complexion.

Her eyes were dim, her lips trembling, and she wanted to stand up but had no strength.

Sean's gaze flickered. He sighed, no longer having any reservations, and gently entered the stall as the Disillusionment Charm faded from his body like a receding tide.

His calm face fluctuated slightly; the troll had appeared early, and waiting for Potter and the others to arrive was now meaningless.

In the corridor.

To the crowd of young wizards fleeing quickly toward their dormitories, Neville and Jia Siting, who were moving against the current, appeared very strange.

A troll: twelve feet tall, weighing over a ton, thick-skinned, immune to most magical attacks...

These words were emphasized repeatedly by Professor Qiluo in his stuttering voice during Defense Against the Dark Arts; he had even called on several young wizards to answer questions.

The terror of a troll in the hearts of young wizards was not much less than that of a dragon.

Therefore, most of the young wizards heading to their dormitories were pale, wishing they had grown extra legs to run faster.

"Do you think we'll die if we're discovered by the troll?"

A young wizard asked his companion, trembling.

"What else? Do you think you're Sean? Single-handedly fighting a troll, defeating a werewolf with bare hands, even snatching a dragon egg in front of a dragon..."

That young wizard made a joke with a pale face, but the atmosphere didn't liven up at all.

Jia Siting and Neville were already having trouble breathing.

Especially Jia Siting, because he had just come out of the warm kitchen and hadn't even had time to put on a robe; he was shivering now.

"Actually... Sean, he isn't..."

Neville wanted to say something, but the words only made the atmosphere heavier.

Realizing that Sean and Hermione could not possibly fight the troll, the two ran even faster.

A flash of lightning streaked across, followed by a roar of thunder.

The sound of wind, rain, and the thumping of his heart only transformed into a gentle female voice in Jia Siting's heart:

"You are about to enter the adult world of intense struggle, my child; you must become indestructible.

I know, justice is a rugged path. If you truly reach the moment where you must choose for a life, my child, Jia Siting, please remember, what you need is not a wand, but courage."

When is a person unstoppable?

Jia Siting thought, it is when they are listening to the greatest voice in their life—the call of their mother.

In the Hope Cabin.

The yellowed envelope remained in the expensive suitcase, which had been chosen by Mrs. Fenli and had taken great effort to pack with longing.

At this moment, the yellowed envelope was still swaying slightly in the wind, and Mrs. Fenli's handwriting was clearly visible:

【Dear Jia Siting:

In the sense of the meaning of life, we are all miracles. Just as the future is not necessarily more important than the present, how can a broken future look directly at a warrior's present? Yet I love you, my child, I love you, that is all.

—Always never disappointed in you: Liliana】

The Great Hall.

Professor Sineipu looked at the noisy young wizards, his sinister gaze constantly scanning the surroundings.

None, none, still none...

After everyone's attention was diverted, Professor Sineipu easily noticed that Qiluo had also disappeared.

His gaze was gloomier than ever, especially after locking eyes with the equally panicked Professor Maige.

He wasn't there... he was gone...

Professor Sineipu's head was a mess. Looking at Dumbledore, who was staring in a certain direction, his rage came so fiercely:

"What are you waiting for, Albus! We must go find him! Damn it! Go find him!"

"Severus, are you talking about Harry? He just went out, oh, he'll be fine..."

Dumbledore's words made Professor Sineipu freeze, and then he stared coldly at Dumbledore.

Yes, in the eyes of this greatest white wizard of the century, who could compare to Harry Potter?

It was precisely because he knew this, knowing Harry was surely under Dumbledore's control, that he hadn't noticed Harry leaving just now.

Then what about the others? What about the other wizards?

Heh... are they all expendable... pawns?

What could be at the end of the castle stairs?

Qiluo, or the mysterious person?

The Dark Lord returning, the plan to prove the savior's potential, a pawn walking in the darkness...

He had nothing left to offer this dirty world, and was willing to spin a cocoon at the entrance of the dilapidated Spider Alley.

But there was always something that was far above everything else.

Professor Sineipu walked out of the Great Hall with a cold face. ===== CHAPTER 211 =====