So Quirrell became the target of public criticism.

Facing the professors' questioning gazes, Quirrell huddled in a corner and sobbed, "I may have... seen it wrong.

You know...it's dark in the basement...it could be armor...or a stone statue or something..."

"There are no such things in the dungeon!" Snape said coldly with a gloomy face, "Besides, I don't think any normal person would mistake armor for a troll."

"But...but, I don't...no..." Quirrell stammered, unable to speak.

He really didn't know what happened. He had released the troll himself, so how could it suddenly disappear? A troll that was more than ten feet tall just disappeared out of thin air, and there was no movement at all...Has Hogwarts become so dangerous? "Maybe you have too many things to think about recently, and you may have hallucinations."

Snape suddenly said sinisterly, "I suggest you drink some potion. How about tomorrow? I will personally deliver it to you. I guarantee that it will make you feel more energetic."

"No... Severus... no need..."

Quirrell shook his head repeatedly and said, "I have potions... I won't bother you..."

He didn't dare drink the potion given by Snape. Who knows if it contained something like truth serum?

"It's okay, it's just a refreshing potion, no trouble." Snape said again, not intending to let Quirrell go.

It seemed like he just liked to help others, "Really... no need..."

Looking at Snape's gloomy face, Quirrell broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that he would force the medicine on him.

Fortunately, at this time, Professor Flitwick suddenly asked, "Minerva, what should we do now?"

Quirrell felt as if he had been pardoned and immediately retreated to the back of the crowd.

Professor McGonagall gave him an unhappy look, and then said, "Notify the prefects and ask all the students to come to the auditorium. This farce should be over."

…

Soon, the students came to the auditorium under the guidance of their class leaders.

The professors were already waiting here, except Snape.

He was bitten by Lu Wei last night, and only with a little white fresh essence could he barely walk around the castle for a whole night. Now he has returned to the office.

In the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall stood at the front, telling everyone that the troll was no longer in the castle.

The crisis is over.

The little wizards cheered immediately.

"I've already told you...there are no trolls."

At the Gryffindor table, Ron said excitedly, "Honestly, I go through scams like this at least twice a week, and you guys don't believe me!"

But everyone was busy celebrating and no one paid attention to what he said.

Only Harry patted his shoulder, smiled and said, "I have to apologize to you, friend."

Although Hermione heard it, she did not tell the two the truth. Instead, she stood on tiptoe and tried to look towards the Hufflepuff's position.

There, Kyle was clapping like everyone else, and there was nothing unusual about him.

"Is this person really the youngest winner of the Special Contribution Award for the School?" Hermione fell into self-doubt again.

Kyle naturally didn't know what Hermione was thinking, but of course, he wouldn't care even if he knew.

As long as Hermione could keep it a secret.

For a period of time afterwards, Kyle would take some time every day to go into the box and try to tame the troll.

Although the giant monster is stupid and dumb, and can't use magic, its combat power is still good. With its thick skin and strong body, plus its brute force, it is definitely no problem to put it in the front row as a meat shield.

For Kyle, this was not a difficult task.

Every time he came, if the troll showed any aggressive behavior, he would beat the troll without hesitation.

Kyle was very measured when he struck, not too hard but enough to make the troll feel pain, and then he gave it some food before leaving.

With the help of a big stick and sweet dates, the troll soon became obedient. After that, when it saw Kyle, it no longer showed any aggressiveness and could only smile foolishly.

…

No one knew who spread the news, but within a few days, everyone knew that it was because Professor Quirrell was too timid and mistook the shadow of an unknown object for a troll, which caused a joke at the Halloween dinner.

This made Professor Quirrell, who was already unpopular, become the laughing stock of everyone.

It was the first time they had seen such a timid professor, and they didn't know how he dared to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Fred and George even made a bet to guess when Professor Quirrell would leave Hogwarts and what his final fate would be.

Originally they just wanted to have some fun, but they didn't expect so many people to join in. The little wizards didn't seem to mind spending a few Knuts or Sickles to have some fun.

After a few days, the total amount of money they received was almost a dozen Galleons.

This unexpected success soon made the twins forget everything else. During a meal, they excitedly said to Kyle:

"This makes money much faster than selling things!"

Fred patted his jingling money bag. "It's like picking up money."

Kyle raised his head and asked, "How many people are participating now?"

"There are currently 129 people." George blurted out, "There are people from all four colleges."

"So many..." Cedric said in disbelief.

He had previously thought that there were only twenty or thirty people at most.

"Professor Quirrell is very popular right now..." Fred said, "Any topic related to him will always attract attention."

"How about you guys? Do you want to join in?" Fred asked, shaking his purse.

Cedric and Connor shook their heads at the same time. They were not interested in such things.

But Kyle touched his chin thoughtfully.

"That sounds interesting." He asked, "What are the rules for this?"

"It's very simple..." Seeing Kyle's intention, Fred smiled even more happily.

"You have two choices: the time when Professor Quirrell left Hogwarts, and his final ending. As long as you are right, we will return double the money."

"How about it, isn't it very conscientious?"

Kyle nodded.

"Yeah, so which one do you want to guess?"

"I guess all of them." Kyle took out a handful of Galleons and slammed them directly on the table.

"Here are twenty Galleons in total. Do you dare to take them?"

(End of this chapter)