I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 31 Barbecue Pajama Party

"Hannah, could you get me some pepper?"

In the girls' restroom on the third floor, the Hufflepuff trio were sitting around a campfire chatting.

"Owen, is this a bit inappropriate?" Hannah sat down beside him and handed him a small white metal bottle.

"What's wrong?"

With a sizzle, flames shot up, and the deformed barbecue grill glowed red-hot.

The spicy aroma spread throughout the bathroom as he sprinkled a handful of pepper powder.

"Why are we eating barbecue in the restroom?" Justin stared at the sizzling squid, swallowing hard.

"Because there's no one here, and it's quiet. No little wizards will come to the third-floor restrooms. And we'll be in the front row for the show later." Owen turned his head and glanced at the toilet in a distant stall.

There, a young ghost dressed in a Hogwarts uniform, from Ravenclaw, was huddled in the toilet, peeking out and looking at him fearfully.

"Be good! I'll beat you up! Don't make a sound!" Owen threatened with a smile.

To deal with spirits, if you find that all your spells, including physical attacks, are ineffective against them.

Then let's try the Guardian Angel Spell.

It's really useful!

"No—I meant, is it okay for us to eat this kind of thing? What if the professors find out?" Anna stared blankly at the octopus tentacles rolling around on the oven, feeling uneasy.

Justin, being a Muggle, was completely indifferent to the roasted Blacklake octopus, but Hannah was not; she was a proper pure-blood wizard.

It is widely believed in Gryffindor that this octopus is actually Godric in disguise.

"Try it!" Owen cut off a piece of meat with the transformed knife and handed it to Hannah.

"I won't eat it."

"Hey! Aren't you being disrespectful!" Owen, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, swiftly stuffed the piece of meat into Hannah's mouth.

"Waaaaah~~"

"Me~~~"

"How does it taste? Should I add salt?"

"I—it smells so good!" The little witch exclaimed as she swallowed the meat, then blushed and said embarrassedly.

"Hehehe~~ Let me tell you, the octopus in Black Lake has lived for who knows how long. Its flesh keeps coming off, and it's inexhaustible." Owen chuckled.

It happily divided the entire octopus tentacle into three parts.

Ten minutes later, after a satisfying meal.

Justin, legs crossed and leaning against the stall door in the women's restroom, asked with a burp, "So what exactly are we waiting for?"

"Waiting for some fun! — No, waiting for some classmates to be in trouble so we can go and rescue them, um — and maybe even make some money off them." Owen said shamelessly, reaching out to toss the unknown eggs that had sprouted from the ground onto the barbecue grill, preparing to grill them.

"How could there possibly be a troll in a castle?" Justin knew exactly what Owen was waiting for.

He and Hannah talked the whole way, and neither of them believed that a troll could have broken into Hogwarts.

It's important to know that the trolls in the movie were originally tools left by Dumbledore for Harry and his friends to use in their adventures.

Naturally, restrictions must be imposed.

A real troll, that's one of the most dangerous beasts recognized by the Ministry of Magic.

Even an adult wizard cannot defeat a giant one-on-one, let alone a young wizard?

Therefore, it is impossible for giants to appear in the castle where the professors are present.

Irving glanced at the confident Justin, and he knew perfectly well where the boy's confidence came from.

However—unfortunately, a traitor emerged from among the professors.

*Bang!*

"Silence"

"Hmm—I really want to hear something being smashed to pieces," Hannah said, somewhat bewildered.

"Don't worry, the troll will appear in the girls' restroom on the second floor. We're on the third floor. We'll go over there when the battle breaks out downstairs." Owen sat calmly, lying on the futon he had brought with him, comfortably warming himself by the fire.

Damn—Hogwarts is actually a bit chilly at the end of October!

"Thump~ thump~"

"But—" Hearing the unusually clear footsteps coming from around her, Hannah trembled slightly and then moved closer to the fire.

"If there really is a giant, and we're only one layer away from it, won't it come up here?" she asked worriedly.

"impossible!"

"Absolutely not!" Irving replied firmly.

A brainless creature like a troll, with less than half a bowl of brains missing from its head, would never find its way here without guidance.

Simply put, a child's intelligence is only enough to be an NPC who can only move around within a radius of twenty steps; it's absolutely impossible for them to break through the program.

Don't ask, it's just factory settings.

"But—" Hannah was still somewhat worried. After all, almost every wizarding family had told their children the story of the troll. In the Muggle world, it would be like the story of the boy who cried wolf.

"Don't worry! If that troll gets here, I—I'll eat this barbecue grill right here and now."

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Having said that, Owen looked up, intending to give Miss Hannah a "big man, big breast" expression.

But when he looked up, he saw two familiar figures peeking out from the entrance of the washroom.

"Hermione, are you sure this is the place?" the red-haired brat asked, his voice trembling.

A pair of big eyes darted around, freely surveying the girls' restroom.

"Yes, this is it." Another serious Gryffindor with fluffy hair nodded affirmatively, then stretched his entire body out from the wall at the entrance and walked in openly.

"I've heard that strange things often happen here, so no one ever comes to the restroom on the third floor."

The little witch tiptoed with some disgust, not wanting to get her shoes wet from the unknown water all over the ground.

"Call Harry over here." Hermione turned to look at Ron.

"Oh!" Ron replied and ran off in a flash, while Harry stayed at the end of the corridor to keep watch for them!

We need to call him over right away.

"Huh?" After taking only a couple of steps, Ron looked up and saw Harry sprinting towards him, seemingly running away from the crowd.

Ron, still bewildered, raised his hand, wanting to greet his friend.

"Huh~~~ Ah~~???"

"Merlin's beard!!!" After glancing at a monster the size of a small mountain, Ron made the same choice as Harry in a flash.

He even ran faster than Harry.

Meanwhile, Owen is inviting Hermione to join their Hufflepuff party.

"What are you doing?" Hermione frowned, glancing around at the mess of food scattered everywhere.

Eating barbecue in the toilet?

Wow, what a unique taste!

"We're having a barbecue pajama party," Irving announced enthusiastically.

Just as he was about to let her try the wild eggs he had picked up in front of Hagrid's door, he turned his head and saw Harry, his face ashen, running towards him.

"Oh! It's Harry! Would you like some grilled cold noodles? Extra spicy, extra numbing, no noodles?"

Damn it! They projected my computer screen onto the company's big TV. Even though there's no one around, damn it, can't a person just slack off in peace?!

(End of this chapter)