Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - Vol 2 Chapter 1822

“Die!” Voldemort’s shrill voice resounded throughout the auditorium.

The breath of death is great!

The tip of Quirrell’s wand kept shooting one frightening green light after another at great speed, hitting the fleeing students, mercilessly taking their lives.

Familiar faces fell in front of her. Hermione never thought that so many people would die, even in a dream, but everything in front of her was too real.

The breath of death, which was like a substance, pressed her to the point where she was almost out of breath.

She repeatedly told herself that these were all fake, but it was still difficult to remain indifferent. The whole scene was so terrifying, her body was shaking uncontrollably.

At this moment, a green light flew straight to Hermione, the powerful magic pressure far surpassed the killing curse in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, and even the soul was trembling.

Hermione subconsciously wanted to dodge, but at this moment, a dinner plate flew from the side and collided with the Death Curse in the air, making a dull sound.

In the next second, the plate turned into countless powders.

It’s the magic of the professors, and they’re preventing Quirrell from killing. Dumbledore was fighting Quirrell Voldemort, and the two were casting spells so fast that it was hard to see, the subtle spells were one after the other, and there were magical lights and spells everywhere.

With the blessing of Voldemort, Quirrell’s strength has been greatly improved, and it is indistinguishable from Dumbledore’s fight. The strength is comparable, and the green light is centered on him and continuously shoots around.

Even as the professors tried to stop it, the killing continued. All the students hit by the green light lost their lives in an instant, and a black mist shrouded the back of Quirrell’s head, and Voldemort’s cold and piercing voice sounded from inside.

“Dumbledore, you can’t stop me, the power of death makes me stronger.”

“Today, everyone is going to die!”

“Get out of here!” shouted Professor McGonagall, waving her wand to save the students, urging everyone to leave the auditorium immediately.

Hermione took another look at Dumbledore’s fight with Quirrell Voldemort, followed the crowd to the gate, deafening shouts resounded throughout the auditorium, and the students scrambled to escape, but soon the foyer ahead rang again With a louder voice, many students began to turn their heads and run back, their faces twisted with panic, and the team suddenly fell into a huge commotion.

There was a loud rumbling sound, accompanied by a huge commotion, and a foul stench penetrated into the nostrils, the smell of smelly socks mixed with public toilets that were never cleaned.

Hermione was impressed by the smell, the smell of trolls. Right in front of her, a terrifying creature was trying to burst into the auditorium.

Its huge and stupid body is like a huge pile of mud, its arms and short legs are like thick tree stumps, and it wields thick wooden sticks in its hands, reaping life wantonly in the crowd.

The troll, bigger and stronger than any Hermione had ever seen.

It was almost as close to a giant as it was, and the students wept and kept backing away, under its attack, resisting feebly, trying to prevent it from entering the hall.

But soon, another thicker terrifying figure appeared in sight.

Then, another…

There were three giant monsters, and they waved the giant side to attack the students in the hall ruthlessly, taking the lives of one student after another in the most tragic way.

Stimulated by the blood, they went mad, roaring, and the swinging power of the giant stick became more and more powerful.

The auditorium door fell immediately, and the students ran back in panic.

The team collided and trampled in the middle, and the entire auditorium turned into a purgatory on earth.

This is really too real. Classmates, friends, one by one fell down and died in front of them. The death was accompanied by screams, calls for help, and shouts to form a terrifying melody.

Even if she knew it was fake, Hermione couldn’t continue to remain indifferent. She drew her wand and stepped forward to attack the troll.

The stun spell hit the trolls, but it didn’t have much effect. It only stimulated them to go mad. Hermione remembered Ron’s way of defeating the trolls, and she cast the floating spell.

The troll closest to the crowd was suddenly stunned. It was trying to wave the wooden stick in its hand to attack, but the next second, the wooden stick suddenly disappeared. It didn’t understand what was going on. It had a small head like a cocoa bean and was stupid. He looked around, looking for his weapon.

At this moment, the wooden stick flew out of the troll’s hand, rose high and high into the air, turned around and fell down, hitting its owner’s head with an earth-shattering explosion.

The troll swayed in place and fell facedown to the floor. A rumbling sound shook the entire space.

“Good job, you beat it.”

“Pretty, you saved us.”

“Hermione, Savior!”

“You are everyone’s benefactor…”

Compliments poured in from all directions, and the students looked at Hermione in admiration.

It’s back to the previous plot, but this time Hermione didn’t feel refreshed at all. The death of her classmate made her rescue seem meaningless, and these praises were extremely empty.

None of this was what she wanted, and this absurd dream had already bored her.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​about to attack Hogwarts. In the plan, they will first capture the castle and use it as a stronghold to fight against Voldemort and his dark wizards. Hermione hopes that what happened in this dream will not appear in the real world, Otherwise she would really collapse.

Fortunately, students in real life are not so stupid and let the slaughter, such as Harry, who can’t do anything but yell in front of him, and is forced to retreat by the troll.

The real Harry is definitely not like this!

Everyone’s strength is very strong, and there is also Ai Wen.

Hermione’s confidence increased greatly, her wand turned, and the two doors of the auditorium transformed into giants, blocking the trolls beside them, making a violent collision, preventing them from moving forward.

Amid the chorus of praise around her, Hermione seemed to come down as a savior. Her wand continued to wave, and under the control of Transfiguration, the troll stick that had just fallen turned into a large gray snake, dragging its long body and swimming to the feet of the troll who was fighting against the giant, It changed into a rope again, and the rope bound the short tree-like legs of the two giant monsters. Unpredictable, they stumbled backward and fainted.

“This dream, it’s time to end!” Hermione shouted loudly. She turned around and walked into the auditorium. The other students stepped back and made way for her. Hermione wanted to participate in the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort. She wants to end it all.