Before the words even finished, Cedric Diggory flipped himself up from the ground, stood up with a carp-leap, and reached out a pleading hand toward Karl OLaughlin.
"Please wait a moment! I'm going to the pitch to train now! As long as I don't train to death, I'll train like death!"
Karl OLaughlin was very gratified. "Very good! Great spirit! What is our goal?"
Cedric Diggory hesitated slightly. "Defeat other houses? Successfully defend the championship?"
"That's secondary! The important thing is to defeat Gryffindor! Let Harry Potter eat dust behind you while riding that Nimbus 2000!"
All the students: How exactly did that child offend you? Is it worth targeting him like this?
Time passed with the rising and setting of the moon until Halloween arrived, and Karl OLaughlin had long since returned to normal.
Cat Mom's inquiries and care during this period successfully soothed the little emotions in his heart.
However, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team's training did not decrease, because Cedric Diggory was not normal either.
In order to win Becky's admiration, he trained in the wind and flew in the rain, vowing to become the best Seeker at Hogwarts.
Team members: Perspective! Everything is for the perspective! We aren't afraid of grievances!
As night fell, the Professors and Little wizards walked into the newly decorated Great Hall.
There were bizarre Halloween decorations, ghost-like pumpkin lanterns, and bats flying in the air along with drifting dark clouds.
Karl OLaughlin observed the Gryffindor table and the Professors' table; he didn't see Hermione or Quirrell.
It seemed that without his interference, everything was proceeding along its original trajectory.
Sure enough, not long after the banquet began, Quirrell rushed into the Great Hall with a look of horror.
He scrambled to Albus Dumbledore's table and panted, "Troll! In the dungeon—I thought you knew."
Then he collapsed to the floor and fainted. This acting was quite good; Karl OLaughlin wanted to applaud him.
What is called an old artist? This is it!
Just as the first-year students were panicking, Albus Dumbledore and Karl OLaughlin made eye contact, raised his wand, and released purple fireworks.
"Calm down, children! It's just a Troll! No need to panic! The Professors will handle this matter!"
"Prefects and older students, please take care of the first-years in your respective houses and continue your meal."
After speaking, Albus Dumbledore had Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout take care of the fainted Quirrell.
He himself took Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape and left the Great Hall quickly to find the Troll that had broken in.
Karl OLaughlin watched Quirrell twitch on the ground and couldn't help but laugh.
If this guy had left Hogwarts after Easter, he definitely wouldn't have used this method now.
Trying to use a Troll to cause panic and create an opportunity to steal the Philosopher's Stone—in the current Hogwarts, this was truly unnecessary.
Just kidding!
Except for the first-year Little wizards, everyone else had experienced the battle against the Acromantula attacking the Castle; how could they panic because of a single Troll?
Especially the sixth and seventh-year students, who had personally participated in blocking the spider swarm and generally had several Acromantula kills to their names.
If it weren't for Albus Dumbledore asking them to watch the children, the Professors wouldn't even need to act; these guys could have just shouted and rushed over to wipe out the Troll.
A Troll? Could it compare to the ferocious, violent, tidal wave of the Acromantula swarm?
The first-year Little wizards were originally very scared, but seeing the calm and composed upperclassmen who were eating, drinking, and even feeling a bit regretful, they couldn't help but feel confused.
Are you all not afraid?
Thus, the upperclassmen soon began to recount the stories of the past with great excitement and spit flying everywhere.
Karl OLaughlin was eating meat on the side while enjoying the amazed and admiring expressions of the Little wizards when suddenly footsteps came from behind.
Looking back, it was actually Gellert Grindelwald.
He just wanted to greet him friendly, but the old man's next sentence made him leave.
"Follow me, there's a situation in the Forbidden Forest."
Karl OLaughlin's expression turned serious, and he quickly followed.
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