v2 Chapter 1822： Savior Hermione (1/2)

”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.