People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Although Rhine had previously been treated like a cat by Professor McGonagall, making her feel a tickle of annoyance, her expression changed drastically upon hearing that Rhine was on the same floor as the troll.

Entrusting the first-year students to prefect Percy, she immediately drew her wand and rushed towards the underground classroom.

To Professor McGonagall's surprise, Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville followed her out almost in unison, without the slightest hesitation.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

"I believe I told you all, first years back to the dormitories!"

Hermione, contrary to her usual obedience to professors, firmly stated,

"Rhine is in danger, and we are all Rhine's friends."

"Professor, I don't want to wait for news in the dormitory; I need to see it with my own eyes!"

Harry, Ron, and Neville nodded in agreement.

"That's right."

"Maybe we can help!"

Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed deeply.

Help?

What a joke! Trolls are not something young wizards can handle.

Their skin is thick, and their magic resistance is extremely strong. A young wizard's spells simply won't affect a troll.

Did they expect these little ones to levitate the troll's club and knock it unconscious?

But now was not the time for argument; she needed to hurry.

Any delay could lead to serious trouble.

In the next moment, not caring about exposing her own dark history,

Professor McGonagall directly used her Animagus ability, transforming into a tabby cat and nimbly running down the stairs.

…

Meanwhile, in the chaotic Great Hall, in an unnoticed corner, Quirrell quietly slipped towards the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

Voldemort's voice echoed in his mind.

"The Diagon Alley incident just happened, and it's also the start of a new school year. Dumbledore and the others are swamped."

"If the Philosopher's Stone is stored on the fourth floor, now is when its defenses are weakest."

"While the troll distracts them, we must quickly find the Philosopher's Stone."

Quirrell hurried along, his face pale.

In Diagon Alley, Voldemort expended more power than originally estimated, placing a greater burden on him.

He had to find the Philosopher's Stone quickly; otherwise, if too much power was lost, Voldemort would spare no expense.

And Quirrell, he was included in that expense.

…

At this moment, the door to the bathroom was violently smashed open.

A twelve-foot-tall troll with dull, granite-gray skin and a tiny, cocoa-bean-sized head on its massive body appeared before Rhine.

Accompanying it was an increasingly nauseating stench.

Rhine wrinkled his nose in disgust.

He swore he had never smelled anything so foul in his entire life, across both lifetimes.

"What do you trolls usually eat?"

"Do you never take baths?"

Rhine couldn't help but ask the troll this question.

The troll's small head paused for a moment, perhaps sensing the teasing in Rhine's words, or perhaps not.

In any case, the troll's way of dealing with things it couldn't understand was—to smash.

It strode towards Rhine, raising the wooden club in its hand high.

But Rhine's face showed no sign of panic.

Instead, he grinned, revealing a somewhat eager expression.

Speaking of which, since his出手 in Diagon Alley, he hadn't really fought properly since then.

Moreover, he had gained many talents during this time, and this thick-skinned troll was a perfect target for practice.

Rhine beckoned to the troll.

"Come on, let me see how much strength you have, you big oaf."

In the next second, the troll didn't hesitate at all, raising the wooden club in its hand and smashing it down hard towards Rhine.

At the moment of impact, the troll's eyes revealed a look of excitement.

What it liked most was seeing these little things smashed flat!

But then, the sensation transmitted from the wooden club confused the troll.

This blow didn't feel like it had hit flesh and blood, but rather something hard like a stone.

No, more precisely, a solid metal like an iron block?!

The troll raised the wooden club again, looking at Rhine in confusion.

Sure enough, Rhine had no injuries at all.

A layer of golden light surged around him, effortlessly resisting the troll's blow just now.

The troll still didn't believe it, or rather, its reaction was too slow, and it didn't realize what had happened at all.

Since the little thing could still move, then continue smashing.

Clang, clang, clang.

The troll struck three times in a row, but Rhine remained unscathed, and even the golden light on his body didn't dim at all.

This time, even the troll felt that something was wrong.

What exactly was this little thing in front of it?

At this moment, Rhine's face showed a satisfied expression.

With the troll's strength, such a blow would probably be impossible for an ordinary Iron Skin Spell to withstand.

But faced with his defense, the troll's level of attack was simply ineffective. Even if Rhine stood still and let it smash, the troll might not be able to shake him even if it smashed itself to death!

This defensive power was much stronger than it was in Diagon Alley.

Not only was the Diamond Body talent more powerful than Iron Skin, but there was also the blessing of the Earth Spirit Primordial Soul, which brought the power of the earth veins.

And the power of the earth veins absorbed by the Earth Spirit Primordial Soul not only enhanced defense, but also the blessing of power could not be ignored.

Rhine's whole body erupted with crackling sounds, as if muffled thunder was exploding, the muscles and veins on his arms bulged, towards the troll…

Well, the troll was too dirty. Rhine really couldn't bring himself to touch it, so he grabbed the troll's club, which was relatively less dirty.

Of course, the troll didn't want to lose its weapon and tried hard to resist Rhine.

But after a moment, the troll felt an overwhelming force coming from the wooden club.

Then it was directly lifted into the air by Rhine, and then slammed heavily on the ground!

At the moment of being swung to the ground by Rhine, the troll's little head began to doubt this world.

Wait, what?

Who exactly is the troll!

The dizzy troll grumbled at Rhine twice.

This time, Rhine understood its troll language.

"You, me, same kind?"

"Where are you from?"

"What do you eat, how can you be so strong?"

Rhine's expression, which was originally quite satisfied with the power test results, sank.

"You're the troll, you're the troll, your whole family are trolls!"

He grabbed the wooden club and slammed the troll to the ground again.

In addition to the pain, a confused expression appeared in the troll's eyes.

"How do you know my whole family are trolls?"

"Ah, that's right, so you must also be a troll, you even know my family, right?"

"Could you be my long-lost father?"

"As expected of my father, you are really strong!"