Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 24 The Age-Enhancing Potion Slays the Giant

Upon hearing Harry's words, Ron took a few deep breaths, trembling as he pulled out his wand, and said, "I'll go with you!"

Seeing his fear yet unwillingness to back down, Harry exclaimed admiringly, "Brother, what courage! I foolishly mistook those Gryffindors for heroes; they're just a bunch of treacherous, ungrateful bastards!"

The two of them followed each other out of the restaurant and headed towards the Five Grains Reincarnation Land of the teaching building.

As soon as I entered the passageway, a stench hit me. It was worse than a thousand pigs spitting out dung or a hundred cows urinating and fermenting together.

They both covered their noses and headed towards the washroom. The closer they got, the stronger the stench became.

The surroundings were quiet. Ron swallowed hard and said, "Harry, something feels off."

"Why does the stench get stronger the closer we get to the restroom? Professor Quirrell said the troll was in the underground classroom, so it couldn't have already climbed up, could it?"

As fate would have it, the words had barely left his lips when a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the women's restroom.

If it's not Hermione, then who is it?

Knowing the location, Harry didn't hesitate. He drew his frost mithril ring knife, pulled his wand from inside his robes, and shouted, "Don't panic, big sister! I'm coming to your rescue!"

Harry, knife in hand, stormed into the women's restroom, only to find a colossal creature that blotted out the sky—the mountain monster.

This behemoth was over two zhang long, its face vaguely resembling a ghost, its body like that of a beast. Its entire body was covered in seeping, moss-covered mud; its head and scalp were covered in sparse, curly hair. Its chest was covered in a patch of foul-smelling, withered hair, and its forehead had three stubborn wrinkles.

The giant was using a thin-handled, thick-headed wooden stick to pull at the door of the washroom cubicle.

Upon seeing this, Harry shouted, "Hey! Take this!"

He rushed in, spun around to gain momentum, and as the dagger slashed down, he slashed with his heel, tearing open the pale skin and revealing the bloody flesh.

The giant, in pain, roared and swung its club at Harry. Don't underestimate its size; it moved swiftly, and a stench billowed out before the club struck Harry's head, ending his life.

Harry rolled away, but the troll wouldn't let him off the hook, swinging his club with incredible speed, not stopping until he was reduced to a pile of minced meat.

"Hey! You big oaf! Can't you see your grandpa Ron is here?!"

Seeing that Harry was having difficulty dodging, Ron picked up a piece of gravel and threw it at the giant's head, which made it roar and turn to run away.

Knowing he was outmatched, Ron continued his escape, shouting, "Harry! Hermione! Run!"

Hermione's legs were weak in the cubicle. She had been crying for half a day and had exhausted all her strength. How could she possibly support herself?

She cried, "I...I can't run anymore. Don't worry about me, you all run..."

One fled in panic, the other's legs went weak. The giant came charging with a club, while the heavy monk's knife bound their hands.

The giant continued its rampage, blood flowing from its heels. Harry tried to approach it, but the monster remained defensive.

Seeing its arrogance, Harry was enraged. He took off the robe, ready to fight it again, but then suddenly reached for the aging potion in his pocket.

Harry thought to himself: Oh dear! I completely forgot about Brother George and this magic potion. Now is the perfect time to use it!

In that moment of urgency, Fred forgot his instructions that only required a few drops. He pulled out the cork and swallowed half the bottle in one gulp.

In the blink of an eye, his muscles and bones grew stronger, like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil after a spring rain. His fine inner garments ripped apart with a few sharp, tearing sounds, scattering across the ground. Beneath his skin, knots and veins bulged, resembling hundreds of grotesque snakes writhing. If that examiner were here, he would surely cry out that a harbinger of doom had descended to earth, and be called a tyrant of the human world!

Ron and Hermione were speechless at the sight. Seeing Harry's incredible physique, they swallowed hard.

Scarface held the dagger, finding it as light as a feather, perfectly at ease.

He tore off his robe and wrapped it around his waist, then laughed loudly and said, "You freak! I've come to take your worthless life!" With that, he dragged his sword and rushed in.

Upon seeing the white frost mithril ring knife, the giant felt a pain in its heel and swung its club again, intending to smash Harry into a pulp.

Ron was horrified, but Harry laughed loudly, "You beast! How can you be so slow!"

He used his legs to leap and dodge the stick, rolled to the giant's feet, and swung his arm in a wide arc to slash twice.

This was a ruthless killer, skilled in slaughter; with just two strokes, he severed the Achilles tendon. A mournful cry rang out, and the enormous creature collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Taking advantage of someone's weakness to kill them, Harry lunged at him with his ring knife, stabbing him squarely in the heart. He stabbed him several more times, crushing his heart before finally stopping.

When he straightened up, his bare white skin was covered in bloodstains. Clumps and pools of blood, thick and intensely red, almost blindingly so.

The way is:

The giant temporarily displayed its power, and the aging potion enhanced its brute strength.

The extraordinary sword sheds no blood, yet its stench remains even after severing tendons and shattering hearts.

Harry, standing on the troll, cupped his hands and asked, "Are my elder sister and brothers well?"

Ron was stunned by the horrific scene and it took him a long time to come to his senses before he said, "I, I'm fine."

Hermione's face was pale, yet still had a hint of color. She turned her head away. "I'm fine, but Harry, you should... pull up your robes around your waist."

Harry was startled and exclaimed, "Thank you for reminding me, big sister. I almost made a fool of myself."

As they were talking, a sudden sound of footsteps approached. Turning around, they saw that the newcomers were none other than the Hogwarts professors.

Upon seeing the bloody scene, Quirrell was so breathless he could barely breathe and nearly fainted.

McGonagall saw that the giant was dead and stared wide-eyed. Then she saw the naked man on the giant's body and quickly reached for her wand.

"Sir! Please put on your clothes and put down your knife! You do not appear to be a Hogwarts employee!"

"No, this is no stranger." Snape pressed down on McGonagall's wand, stepped forward, and stared intently into Harry's green eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, this exhibitionist is Mr. Potter."

"You drank an anti-aging drug, didn't you, Pott!"

Snape was a skilled potion master, and the teachers had no doubts about him. When they learned that the bloodied man was Harry, they all gasped.

So, the one who killed this giant monster was a first-year wizard?

Harry snorted and said, "That's me! If I hadn't come, Hogwarts would have been plunged into bloodshed, and none of you would have escaped punishment!"

McGonagall and the others looked into the cubicle, where Hermione was kneeling.

"What's going on?!" McGonagall exclaimed. "Miss Granger, shouldn't you be in the Gryffindor common room?"

"Oh! And Mr. Weasley too!"

"Minerva, please wait a moment." Dumbledore, with his white hair and beard, stepped out from behind the group, staring intently at Harry. "Harry, why don't you get off the troll first, and we can talk?"

Upon seeing Dumbledore, Harry exclaimed, "That's exactly what I was thinking!"

He raised his knife, leaped into the air, and with a flash of white light, chopped off the giant monster's head.

He plunged the tip of his knife into his head and roared, "You old donkey who dared to disobey my trust! You're a treacherous and faithless bastard!"

The teachings are clear: only by slaying the giant with the ordinal knife can one show courage; the White Demon King's betrayal chills the heart. Scarface's furious shouts startle everyone; where can one speak of right and wrong? How exactly did Dumbledore break his promise? Let's find out in the next chapter.