HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

Suddenly realizing that he and Draco didn't need to walk so furtively, Lin Mo grabbed Xiao Long and hurried after Harry and the others. After the four of them reunited, they didn't say much and continued running quickly.

A loud bang suddenly came from the women's restroom not far away, followed by a girl's panicked scream. The group rushed over and saw Hermione hiding under the sink and the troll wielding a wooden stick.

Seeing that his words had caused such a huge disaster, putting Hermione in such danger, Ron almost ran out to fight the troll. Lin Mo quickly grabbed the little troll Snape had mentioned and said to the three children, "I'll distract it. You take the opportunity to rescue Hermione, then get out of there. Don't worry about anything else, and don't look inside."

"Then what will you do?" Draco asked quickly, and the other two nodded. They were joking; if anything happened to Mo, not only would the Godfather not forgive them, but even their own fathers wouldn't let them off the hook.

"Alright, I'm the oldest and know the most. You guys might cause me trouble here, and I need to think about protecting you." Lin Mo said quickly.

Before the others could say anything, Lin Mo had already rushed over. Of course, their conversation only lasted for about ten seconds; the troll's attack didn't affect Hermione. Seeing Lin Mo's actions, the three of them circled around the troll from behind, grabbed Hermione, and ran away.

In front of the giant, Lin Mo used the height of the various sinks in the washroom and his own speed to quickly increase his gravitational potential energy—no, I mean his height.

In a flash, Lin Mo pushed off the wall and leaped towards the giant monster. With a flick of his right hand, a dagger appeared and was gripped tightly in his grasp. Approaching the giant, he forcefully plunged the dagger into its skin, but the giant's skin was very tough, and even Lin Mo's sharp dagger only managed to penetrate a few centimeters.

This didn't cause the troll much damage, but it enraged the already easily angered creature. Instead of leaping down, Lin Mo used the force of his dagger to pull himself upwards. Due to the momentum, Lin Mo landed on the troll's shoulder.

By this time, Harry and the others had already led Hermione outside. Lin Mo glanced back out of the corner of his eye, still worried. Draco frowned and looked back twice as he left. All the children were outside.

The dagger remained on the giant's body, even bearing some downward marks. The giant shook its body violently, and Lin Mo quickly sat down to lower his center of gravity, grabbing the giant's tattered burlap clothes, the dagger reappearing in his hand.

Lin Mo approached the giant's head, and taking advantage of the momentary pause when the giant swayed in the opposite direction, Lin Mo quickly stood up, plunged the dagger into the giant's eye, and then pulled it out.

Losing his balance, Lin Mo was thrown by the giant monster, his body crashing into the broken sink. His back was cut by shards of porcelain, and several wounds began to bleed.

Looking at the giant monster in the distance, which was even more enraged by its wounds, Lin Mo's lips curled up. His face was smeared with the giant monster's blood, and his blue-gray eyes were made somewhat bewitching by the red.

He plunged the dagger into the ground, causing cracks to appear around it. Lin Mo drew his wand, pointing it at the giant's wounded eye. His voice was cold, carrying a resolute and indifferent determination: "Petrificus Totalus (Petrificus Totalus)..." Before the words were finished, he added, "Reducto (Reducto to pieces)!" Lin Mo used one-tenth of his magic power to cast these two spells, but his magic power was rapidly replenishing, and he recovered in just a few breaths.

Two beams of light struck the troll's injured eye one after the other. The next second, the troll's head turned to dust, and its massive body crashed to the ground. Blood gushed from its enormous neck, spraying crimson blood all over the walls of the bathroom. The stench, mixed with the stench of blood, was nauseating. The flesh and blood at the neck were jagged and torn, with the white bone faintly visible... (I won't go on, it's a bit... um.)

Lin Mo didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Having seen so many corpses and seas of blood, this little thing didn't cause him any emotional turmoil. Blood almost sprayed onto Lin Mo, but he dodged it, and only a few dried bloodstains remained on his face.

Although Lin Mo hadn't fought in a long time and often sparred with his older brother, he had never seen blood. His innate fighting spirit began to resurface, the rush of blood stimulating his brain and inexplicably making him excited. Lin Mo suppressed the bloodlust that had lain dormant for over a decade and calmed himself down.

The wound on his back was still bleeding, but Lin Mo ignored it and said loudly, "Don't come in yet, wait for me to call you." Harry and the others outside had heard the silence from the washroom and wanted to come in to check, but Lin Mo's words stopped them in their tracks.

Waving his wand, Lin Mo cast several Confusion Charms and similar spells into the house to prevent the children outside from seeing the bloody things. Then he put away his wand, took out silver needles, and inserted them into several acupoints, barely stopping the bleeding from most of the wounds on his back.

However, because the injury was on his back, some wounds were still bleeding. Lin Mo took out bandages and a black cloak from his system space, wrapped them around his school uniform a couple of times, and put the cloak on to cover the bandages and the torn wounds on his school uniform. Although Lin Mo had the ability to conjure objects out of thin air, he was not a magic treasure chest, and he only carried a few daggers, a magic wand, and silver needles.

After tidying everything up, Lin Mo let everyone in. Ron gasped when he saw the fallen troll, but the troll he saw was the fully confused one. Under Lin Mo's extremely powerful Confusion Charm, even the observant Hermione couldn't tell that they were actually surrounded by blood.

Draco and Harry first inquired whether Lin Mo was injured. If Harry was a complete novice in the wizarding world, Draco, with his pure-blood family background, understood the danger of trolls much better. Lin Mo didn't mention his injury; to him, it was practically nothing.

The children couldn't resist asking Lin Mo how he defeated the troll, so Lin Mo recounted the original method Harry and the others used to knock the troll unconscious, omitting any mention of the wounds.

Draco had a bad feeling. He looked at the cloak that Lin Mo wasn't wearing and frowned again. He felt that what had happened here was several times more dangerous and bloody than Lin Mo had described.

Seeing Draco's expression, Lin Mo smiled and flicked the dragon's forehead. He wanted to pat Draco's head but was worried about the blood on his hands, so he withdrew his hand. Draco was a little surprised that Lin Mo didn't pat his head, but he didn't think about it anymore.

After chatting for a few more minutes, the Hogwarts slow-moving, hindsight-based professor team finally arrived, making Lin Mo wonder if all the professors had injured their legs and were limping slowly as they came.

Remembering his injured leg, Lin Mo subconsciously glanced at Snape, whose face was grim, noticing the wounds on his leg. A cold glint flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and a nameless anger flared within him.

"Xiao Mo, Severus was probably attacked twice. That little Cerberus shouldn't have done that." Chang Feng's voice appeared in Lin Mo's mind.

"Hmm, probably Quirrell," Lin Mo thought to himself, glancing up at the group of professors. Seeing that Quirrell wasn't there, Lin Mo quietly put the dagger, which had slid down his arm and was now in his hand, back into place.

Lin Mo's Confusion Charm wasn't intended to fool the professors; he had the ability, but there was no need. Professor McGonagall's mouth dropped open in surprise. In fact, all the professors were startled.

The first thing they saw was a wall covered in dark red blood, with a headless monstrous creature lying in the middle, its flesh and bones a gruesome and nauseating sight. The gory scene was far beyond what a few first-year students could have caused. These senior professors knew the monstrous creature's abilities all too well.

"What...what did you do?!" Professor McGonagall couldn't scold these clueless kids anymore; she had to figure out why things were like this.

Unlike Professor McGonagall, who was concerned about her students, Dumbledore sensed the presence of the Confusion Charm nearby, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Lin Mo. He was familiar with the abilities of the remaining youngsters, but Lin Mo was the only one whose true nature remained a mystery to him, which made this early player, the White Lord, quite uneasy.

Snape sensed Lin Mo's gaze, paused, but did not cover his wound. Only after Harry finally noticed his wound did Snape show an angry and slightly panicked expression, and cover the wound with his robe.

"Damn that old bee, he insisted I show my wound to that little troll," Snape thought to himself. He was extremely unhappy. Snape could accept Dumbledore using his injury to make Harry doubt him and challenge him.

But Snape found it disgusting to see his wounds exposed to others. He felt a strange sense of nausea, as if he were being manipulated into playing the victim. It was incredibly disrespectful to someone with such a strong sense of pride and sensitivity.

Harry and the others quickly explained to Professor McGonagall using Lin Mo's words, but Lin Mo ignored them and took in Snape's expression... With Quirrell gone, he inexplicably felt like hitting Dumbledore.

The professors immediately realized that Lin Mo had done it, and they all looked at him with some wariness. Lin Mo sensed it and calmly accepted their scrutinizing gazes. Snape, however, didn't look at Lin Mo with that same gaze; instead, he seemed somewhat worried and puzzled.

But Dumbledore finally spoke: "I'm curious how Mr. Lin managed that, but today is clearly not a good day to chat with an old man like me. It's Halloween, and all the students have gone back to their respective houses to celebrate. If you go back now, you should still be able to make it to the party."

After saying that, he watched the children leave, and the professors also left. Only Dumbledore remained, and with a wave of his hand, he sealed off the area and cast an even stronger Confusion Charm.

Changfeng frowned in the space. It wasn't good for the professor to see that Xiaomo had blood on her hands so early, even if it was a troll.

A white ball of light appeared in his hand, instantly turning into starlight and dissipating. Memories shifted; for everyone who witnessed this bloody scene, the monstrous death appeared much more authentic.

All the professors remembered was that the troll was subdued by Lin Mo with a spell and died almost without bleeding.

Harry, Draco, and Lin Mo returned to Gryffindor, while Draco and Lin Mo walked together. Lin Mo suddenly stopped: "Draco, you go back first. I want to go to Ravenclaw today." Draco nodded, and Lin Mo turned and walked in another direction. The little dragon also returned to the Slytherin common room.

"Mr. Lin, are you planning to go for a night stroll instead of going back? Did that giant monster you just killed eat your brain? Maybe you offered your intelligence to that foolish monster, and then it committed suicide."

When Snape saw Lin Mo, he straightened up despite the pain. Although he knew Lin Mo had seen that he was injured, he still didn't want anyone to see him like this, so he kept his voice low.

"Professor Snape," Lin Mo said, taking a step closer to Snape. He had no intention of throwing a party in any of the common rooms; he was already full and didn't want to mess around with a kid. "You're injured."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Snape was speechless. Lin Mo approached Snape again. Snape was injured and didn't want to move any further, but he didn't back down.

"Sir, let me help you back." Lin Mo changed his form of address and said calmly, taking another step toward Snape.

The distance between them continued to shrink, and Snape, feigning anger, said coldly, "No need to trouble Mr. Lin; your poor old professor isn't that weak."

"Carry me... or help me walk, choose one." Lin Mo's lips curled into a sly smile. It wasn't that he couldn't carry her, but his back was injured, making it inconvenient.

...After a moment of silence, Lin Mo, as he had hoped, slowly walked along, supporting his self-proclaimed pitiful old professor, Snape, whose face was dark with anger.

Author's ramblings: I saw quite a few comments after I got back. Due to the pressure of my studies, I plan to finish writing the first-year novel as soon as possible, mainly focusing on the important battles and the scenes between Xiao Mo and the cult leader. Other minor plot points will probably be glossed over.

Also, I admit I didn't think things through properly regarding the scene where Si Jiao followed Xiao Mo; I was too presumptuous. However, I didn't really have any good ideas, and I didn't want to spend too much time on it, otherwise it would be too drawn out. Actually, I had considered this issue before, but I planned to fill in that gap later. Since it somewhat affects the logic, I'll say it now.

In fact, Snape's subconscious trust in Xiao Mo, from the very beginning to now, is inextricably linked to Chang Feng. Remember the first reward selection with the "Closer to Snape Package"? That was essentially Chang Feng using his manipulation of the small world to provide divine assistance. Similarly, Snape's initial ease in trusting Xiao Mo was driven by both family influence and Chang Feng's primary motivation.

Some people say my writing is immature, and I admit it. After all, I'm still a kid, so we can't expect too much. However, I'm also grateful for the comments that said my writing wasn't good, because I do have many problems, and they were all very kind. Although anyone would be a little unhappy to hear others say bad things about them, I'm still grateful that the comments weren't as bad as they seemed, but rather quite tactful, and some even gave me a good rating.

I didn't write this book for money or ratings. Initially, it was simply because I loved Stalin and felt a lingering sense of injustice. I feared I wouldn't be able to calm my emotions, so writing this could somewhat make up for that regret. Therefore, whether you like it or not is irrelevant; I just hope to provide a book for those who appreciate it. After all, everyone has their own preferences, and there's no way to force someone to like it or not.

Finally, let me share my thoughts on this book. I imagine Lin Mo started liking Si Jiao in third grade, and Si Jiao realized his true feelings in fifth grade.

Some characters may be complex, and I haven't seen much of the complexities of human nature. As a good young person raised under the red flag, I don't plan to write too much about conspiracies or anything like that. As for Dumbledore's thoughts, I'll just use brute force to overcome them. Apart from the main villains in the books, I won't write about the rest as darkly, since it's impossible to fully depict how dark they can be.

I'll update again today if I have time, but I might post it on a weekday. I haven't finished my homework yet, and I have a district-wide exam next Tuesday. Based on my online classes and how I felt during winter break, I reckon I won't do well, but who knows?

Bye-Bye.