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Chapitre 29: Change in Events, and The New Quest

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Quinn was peacefully eating his breakfast in the Great Hall when Eddie came barging in and sat beside Quinn, "Hey, did you hear what happened last night?"

Quinn waited till there was no food in his mouth before asking, "You are early today."

"Of course, I am early. You woke me up by kicking me off my bed. I was wide awake the second I felt the ground. Thanks for being gentle," grumbled Eddie as he piled food on his table.

Quinn laughed, "Sorry about that. I misjudged my strength, and you were sleeping too close to the edge of the bed. Don't sweat the small stuff. So, what was the thing you were talking about?" Quinn took a bite from his food.

"Oh, yeah," excitement clear in his voice, "Yesterday, Harry Potter was caught roaming outside after curfew. Then he tried to blame Draco Malfoy for tricking him into breaking the curfew, something about a wizard's duel. I am not really sure."

"Oh, really? That is really interesting," said Quinn as he recalled the book's event of the Midnight duel, where Draco tricked Harry and Ron into coming to the Trophy room on the third floor for a wizard's duel but didn't show up as part of Draco's plan and tipped Filch so that Harry would get in trouble.

'In the canon, they didn't get caught, but this time they did; I wonder if they still found the Cerberus behind the locked door on the third-floor corridor,' thought Quinn before asking, "Was he alone?"

Eddie shook his head, and with food still in his mouth, spoke, "He had Weasley twin's younger brother... and a Gryffindor girl with them."

"Who caught them?"

"They were caught by Filch just outside the Gryffindor common room. Apparently, they were returning from the so-called duel farce," revealed Eddie. "I heard they got a stern scolding from Professor McGonagall and Professor Potter and they say the girl was so scared that she cried, like really hard."

"Ouch," Quinn uttered with a smile on his face. Being scolded by a professor for breaking rules was probably the current Hermione's biggest fear.

"Professor McGonagall said if he did something like this once again, his Quidditch privileges would be taken away, and he won't be allowed to play this year. Here I was thinking McGonagall was becoming what Snape is to Slytherin," scoffed Eddie as he thought about the blatant favoritism given to the Boy-Who-Lived.

Yes, even in this timeline, Harry Potter had managed to get a spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. If he was good on a broom without ever holding it in eleven years of living in the non-magical community, then this time where he was raised in a magical household, he was just too good to ignore.

Lily did try to forbid Harry from joining the Quidditch team in his first year, but McGonagall was able to convince her to let him join. Quinn wondered what McGonagall say to convince Lily.

Quinn turned to look back towards the Gryffindor; he searched and found Harry Potter and Ron Weasley sitting together.

'Where is Hermione?' wondered Quinn as he searched for her, and to his surprise, Quinn found her sitting with Ivy Potter far away from Harry and Ron. 'Huh, this is new.'

From what he knew, the Potter twins weren't like the Weasley twins and didn't hang out together all the time. The Potter twins were more like Patil twins, where they talked to each other when they got time but mostly did their own thing and sat in different circles.

Quinn watched as both girls talked to each other in hushed tones. From where Quinn could see it, Ivy was consoling a clearly upset Hermione.

'I wonder how would the future pan out for the golden trio,' Quinn looked at Ivy and Hermione and thought, 'I wonder if there will even be a trio this time?'

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On a Thursday, one hour after the curfew, Quinn was on the tallest tower of Hogwarts, the Astronomy Tower. The highest height one could be in Hogwarts. He was here with his telescope, mapping the star and planets' position for a potion brew that required a specific celestial positioning in one of its steps within the recipe.

He had been coming to the Astronomy Tower for a week to note the position to get some observations required while brewing.

Quinn had his eye looking into the eyepiece of the telescope when he heard a voice that startled him, "Child, you do know that it is after hours, right?"

A startled Quinn almost knocked down his telescope when he turned to see how it was. It slightly relieved Quinn when he saw the Hufflepuff ghost, Fat Friar floating behind him.

"Friar, you almost scared me to death. What are you doing here?" asked Quinn as he patted his chest to calm down his beating heart.

"I should be the one asking that question, little raven. It is after curfew; you should be in your common room and not outside," said Friar as he watched Quinn.

"Ah, I was just doing some work with my telescope," said Quinn, not wanting to give out much information.

Friar stared at Quinn before smiling, "You know, we wondered if you had stopped roaming Hogwarts after curfew, but seeing you here shows that you still have that exploring spirit in you."

"Eh, what do you mean?" asked Quinn in confusion. 'What does Fat Friar mean by that,' he thought.

"Oh, you know, last year, you spent every night outside your common room walking around the castle. We ghosts saw you plenty of times," laughed Friar. "We even saw you earlier this year, but then a few months ago, you stopped appearing, so we wondered where were you?"

Quinn realized what Friar was talking about. After creating Recon, Quinn made sure that no portrait, ghost, house-elf would ever see him in the castle, but before Recon, he didn't have the best tool sneaking tool, so it wasn't a surprise that some ghosts saw him roaming the halls of the castle.

Quinn sat down on the floor of the tower's roof and spoke, "Ah, no, I still come out every day, but I have gotten better at not being seen, haven't I?"

Friar sat down beside Quinn and answered, "Yes, you have. Tell me, why do you hold such interest in the castle?"

"Hmm... I traveled many places throughout the world, saw many intriguing and magical sights in those places, but I never stayed more than a few days. Hogwarts is a wondrous place, and in my mind, it would be an utter waste not to know more about it. I have time so why not explore it," Quinn looked at Friar and said, "You studied here when the founders were alive. Has it changed since then?"

Friar hummed in thought before saying, "Oh yes, it has changed. The castle wasn't as great during the founders' time. The castle has aged well with time, as wine does. I have been here for so long and have seen the change. It has gone from being a building built by the founders and the architect to become a magnificent and magical place. Full of life and joy. Magic is a great thing and it breathed life into the castle."

Quinn stared at the stars in thought, "It is indeed a mysterious place. I have learned a lot from it. Full of knowledge and wisdom."

"There has been chatter among the ghosts that you have been helping students. That room of yours on the fifth floor. You have been doing a lot of good," said Friar.

Quinn chuckled at Friar's words, "Now I know I have made it big if even the dead are talking about me."

Quinn's consultation service business has been coming along quite nicely. Even though the requests he was getting were minor repairs, help with homework, and other menial tasks, his customer base was still growing steadily.

But, these minor tasks were enough for Friar as it was his nature to look at people's good qualities and ignore their faults.

"I think that you have been doing an excellent job, and I appreciate your services to your fellow students, so I will give you a gift, a gift that you will like," Friar said in a joyous tone.

Quinn was skeptical about the so-called gift, but he still listened; after all, Helen Ravenclaw led Voldemort to her mother's diadem.

"As you love exploring the castle so much. I will start you on an adventure, little raven. In Hogwarts, there are these Cursed Vaults, legendary rooms hidden around the castle, they are hiding secrets, not known to anyone but the creators." Friar stared into Quinn's eyes as he revealed, "Each room is guarded, guarded by curses and wards that stop the seekers from entering them, keeping the secrets inside safe. Not even us house ghosts know who built them or when they were built. The origin of the vaults has been forgotten by everyone. Among the many theories circulating, some say that the founders created them or that a Headmaster who suffered from paranoia created them to hide his treasure, or that the architect who helped the founders build Hogwarts built these vaults to hide something of great importance."

Friar's words fully captured Quinn's attention, a part of Hogwarts that he didn't know or mentioned in the books. He wanted to learn more about these vaults.

"If you asked my friend, Nicholas, he would say that the vaults hold back dangerous things from being unleashed into the world, or house dangerous secrets that would bring doom if fallen into the wrong hands, but he is always overthinking stuff. Other ghosts alleged that these vaults house priceless treasures such as gold, prophecies, and other powerful magical artifacts dating back to before the school was founded, while others believe they contained Dark Magic. But, ultimately, no one knows what is inside," said Friar.

"Noting your interest in exploration and learning, I will give you some hints for location of the vaults, and it is up to you if you can find the vaults and enter them to find what is inside. Do note that the vaults might be dangerous and might cause you harm, so I will advise that you proceed cautiously."

Friar floated up and asked seriously, "So, I ask you, little raven. Do you want to embark on this adventure, knowing well that it might not end well? Do you want to uncover the secrets of Hogwarts, not knowing what you will see inside? Say the word, and you shall receive my answer. Refuse and we will part ways."

Quinn stood up and faced Friar. He had immediately made his decision. In front of him was an opportunity that not many received, a chance to explore an unknown part of Hogwarts.

"Friar, I will take on this adventure from you, I will see what Hogwarts hides, what it offers, knowing that it might not end well, knowing that I might not get anything from these vaults. Despite all of this, I want to know, I want to know the hint to the vaults."

Friar nodded and sang,

[

Beyond sight exist five vaults, not known to many.

Their source unknown; lost in time.

Bearing the knowledge that death might come,

I give you the hint of the first one.

A vault so cold that even death might die,

You will find it on the level five stories high.

]

Quinn nodded and immediately memorized the hint, and just to be safe, he noted the words on a sheet of paper.

"I have given this riddle to many students and even some teachers throughout the years, but only a handful of them were able to find the first vault. And, none of those were ever able to enter the first vault and were stopped at the vault entrance," said Friar as he gazed down on Quinn.

Quinn read the riddle over and over again before looking up at the floating Friar and grinned, "Then get ready; I will be the first one to enter the vault and move onto the second one and the next. Someday, I will enter all five."

Friar gently smiled and floated away without saying a word while Quinn stared at the clue and then at the stars, wondering about this new adventure that had fallen into his lap.

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Time slowly passed, and Halloween rolled around. When Quinn exited the common room for his morning run, the smell of baking pumpkin greeted him, wafting through the corridors.

"The elves are hard at work, as always," Quinn spoke to himself as he jogged down the corridors to the grounds for his run. Quinn was in a good mood, as today he would get to meet a troll. He was not going to miss this opportunity.

"Oh troll~, I am coming for you. Going to do some ass-kicking, and no one is going to know, nobody, nobody. Dancing with the trolls, Halloween has come. Oh, magic, you are AMAZING!" sang Quinn as he ran his usual route. Quinn was excited that he colored the grass on his entire route orange and purple in the spirit of Halloween.

When Quinn dressed up for the day, he put on his wizard's hat that no one wore for the day and pinned a conjured small lapel pin in the shape of a carved pumpkin to his robes for fun.

When he got down to the Great Hall for breakfast, his eyes caught Flitwick reading the Daily Prophet, so he decided to wish him a happy Halloween, but in a special way.

Quinn stood just beside the entrance of the great hall and took out his fake wand for show. He then used the same magic Flitwick had used to call him to give his keys on the first day of school.

"Professor Flitwick, good morning, and I wish you a spooky Halloween." Quinn's words went straight to Flitwick without leaking mid-way.

Flitwick smiled and raised his head from the table to greet the student who spoke and found no one in front of his spot on the High Table.

"Huh, who was that?" Flitwick looked around the confusion.

"Over here, professor.," spoke Quinn while still standing near the Great Hall entrance.

Flitwick frantically stood on his chair and looked around to see who was calling for him but still couldn't find anyone.

Quinn smiled and decided to end this and said, "Near the entrance, professor." And raised his hand to wave so that Flitwick could see him.

Flitwick, from his table, looked towards the entrance and saw Quinn waving his hand with his wand tip on his throat.

"This is how you did it, professor. I must say it is a fun piece of magic," said Quinn.

A wide smile bloomed on Flitwick's face as he jumped on his chair while clapping. He also took out his wand and placed it on his throat, and spoke, "Excellent execution, Mr. West. Five points for an impressive showcase and five more because it is Halloween." His words charmed to reach Quinn's ears only.

"Thank you, professor," Quinn replied and then skipped to the Ravenclaw table for a hearty breakfast.

When Quinn was eating, he felt a pat on his shoulder. He looked back to see Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass.

"Happy Halloween, Quinn," Tracey spoke, being her usual bubbly self.

Quinn smiled wide and said, "Ah, my favorite Slytherin." He turned to Daphne and spoke to her, "Just to be clear, I am talking about Davis and not you, Greengrass." Quinn had promoted Tracey and Daphne from Ms. Davis and Ms. Greengrass to just their surname.

Daphne narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything, while Tracey giggled in response.

"Davis, if more Slytherin were like you, the world would be a better place," Quinn spoke to Tracey but looked at Daphne with a smile.

Tracey laughed again while Daphne continued to ignore him.

"So, what is happening with you guys, anything new with you?" asked Quinn.

Tracey's eyes sparkled as she talked, "We finally learned how to make things fly." The first-year students were finally learning the Levitation Charm.

Quinn clapped once before picking two apples from a platter and placing them on the table. He gestured to the two girls and said, "Do try."

Tracey looked at Daphne and telling her to take her wand and cast some magic. Daphne sighed and took out her wand, knowing that her best friend won't stop if she refused. Tracey grinned and took out her wand as well.

"Wingardium Leviosa," chanted both the Slytherin girls. The two apples rose from the table, albeit a little slowly. Quinn smiled as he looked from the apples to the girls with a smile and spoke, "Good work, a little slow, but a good start. Remember, practice makes perfect."

Both of them stopped casting at the same time, and the apples stopped floating. Luckily Quinn was ready, he immediately caught them and placed them back on the table

Daphne pocketed her wand and humphed, "Why don't you show if you are so good." The smile on Quinn's face turned into one of amusement, and he said, "Alright."

He turned back to the Ravenclaw and called out, "Hilliard, a Scouring charm on my hands, please."

Hilliards, a fifth-year prefect, looked up from his book and took out his wand with a sigh before casting a Scrouring charm (Scrougefy) charm on Quinn's hand, cleaning them instantly.

"Thanks," said Quinn before turning to Tracey and Daphne. "Had to get my hands clean, now, where were we? Ah, yes, the Levitation charm." Quinn took out his fake wand and performed the wand movement just for show and whispered the incantation, "Wingardium Leviosa."

The apples that Quinn had set on the table began floating and started rapidly moving.

"Levitating multiple objects, neat, right? With some practice, you could do it too. Remember, the wand movement and incantation are not the main part of a spell. You have to understand the underlying concept behind the spell. Understand that, and you will master spells at a quick pace," Quinn pointed at the High table and continued, "Not my words, this piece of wisdom comes directly from Professor Flitwick."

Quinn waved his fake wand straight down, and the apples set themselves down gently on the table.

"As I said, practice makes perfect." Quinn pocketed his fake wand and folded his hands in his lap.

Daphne looked at the two apples and then at Quinn before seriously nodding.

Quinn smiled; from his interaction with Daphne, he had come to understand her personality. She didn't trust people quickly and preferred a few close and genuine friends rather than many friendly acquaintances. She was a private person. Plus, she had seen the difference between how Quinn interacted with Tracey and other students; Quinn was much friendlier to Tracey than others, so she had doubts about him.

Quinn waved the Slytherin girls goodbye and proceeded on with his day, waiting for the evening to arrive.

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A/N [1]: The concept of these Vaults comes from the game, Harry Potter: Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery. I haven't played the games, so a lot of the things might be different, plus I am working off the Wiki page.

]

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Quinn West - MC - A lot is going in his life; Consultation, Vaults, and Trolls.

Fat Friar - Hufflepuff's ghost - A clergy when he was alive.

Tracey Davis - Slytherin - Hides Slytherin qualities behind her bubbly personality.

Daphne Greengrass - Slytherin - Doesn't trust people easily.

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Chapitre 30: Troll Hunting, and Reading Memories

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The time was ten minutes before the Halloween feast, and Quinn was on the first floor hiding in the History of Magic classroom, waiting for the feast to start, and in turn, the beginning of the first of many Halloween mishaps in the life of Harry Potter.

Recon, the tracking map, laid on the table in front of him. He was looking at the map and tracking people of interest on Recon. He saw Hermione Granger in the first floor's girl's lavatory.

'Probably crying in there because of Ron Weasley,' thought Quinn as he absentmindedly tapped on the map. There was still no sign of trolls, and Quirrell wasn't in Hogwarts as when Quinn spoke his name, the map didn't react.

Just a minute before the feast, the map reacted when Quinn searched for Quirrell, and the map switched to show the first floor, near Gregory the Smarmy's statue, a deep-violet spot showing Quirrell and a red spot with Troll written on it.

'He is here!' Quinn stood up from his chair and looked at the map. 'Gregory the Smarmy's statue, that is a secret passage, isn't it? Was he hiding a troll in that passage? Is this why the Troll didn't show up on the map?' The secret passage's entrances and the part of passages within Hogwarts premises were visible on the map, but the outer part of the secret passages wasn't part of Hogwarts, so they didn't show up on the map.

Quinn watched the map as the Troll and Quirrell parted ways as the Troll slowly wandered around the first floor, and Quirrell headed towards the staircase, but what happened next betrayed Quinn's expectation as Quirrell didn't climb down the stairs but climbed up to the second floor.

Quinn frowned as the map switched to the staircase and then the second floor, "Where is he going?" Quinn began tapping his feet as he felt the events change from his canon knowledge.

'No, don't rush. Quirrell might have something to do and might get back to the feast after this. The books didn't specify when Quirrell entered the Great Hall to reveal the Troll.'

Quinn's hunch turned out to be correct as Quirrell stopped next to the stairs to the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor's office. He disappeared into the secret passage there, and a minute later, Quirrell emerged with another Troll.

"Another Troll?! What is happening?" Quinn pounded his fist on the table as he decided to look at the first Troll and got another shock when he found Ivy Potter in the girl lavatory with Hermione Granger.

"What is she doing there?! Come on, people, why are you doing this to me?" Quinn whined as he didn't know what to do.

'Which Troll should I go to?'

Quinn needed to decide quickly, and after thinking about it, he decided to go to the new Troll on the second floor. The second Troll was hanging out near the staircase, and if it made its way to the stairs, the Troll might meet the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students when they are going to their common room.

He decided to leave Hermione and Ivy in the hands of fate. He convinced himself that they won't be harmed and would come out of this unharmed.

'Fate's a bitch, but she has her moments. Let's hope she doesn't screw this up,' Quinn thought as he levitated Recon beside him, and the second Quirrell was on the ground floor, he ran up the stairs to the second floor.

"Let's take down a Troll, shall we?" Quinn looked at Recon, and before proceeding forward, turned himself invisible. He didn't want any ghosts, house-elves, or portraits seeing him fight a troll.

He smirked and quoted a line from the books, "I don't need a cloak to become invisible."

Quinn followed the path to the Troll by observing Recon and stopped just a turn away from the Troll. He deactivated Recon and stored it in his clothes.

He walked ahead, and after turning right on a corner, saw Quirrell's second Troll.

The Troll was twelve feet tall; its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It held a massive wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long.

A terrible sight right out of a horror movie, but Quinn had been in the magical world long enough to have seen a lot of magical beasts, and the sight of Troll didn't disturb him, but the smell sure did. It was so bad that Quinn wanted to leave right away, but he had work to do.

"Let's get this over with you smelly bastard."

Quinn primed his magic for battle, and for his first course of action, immediately sent a highly charged Dark Art's version of Explosion charm toward the Troll's groin, aiming for the delicate part of a male's body. The result was as Quinn expected as the Troll moved his hands towards the region of the explosion while roaring in pain and shook.

During his studies, Quinn had found some interesting facts about some non-dark that could be used to cause damage to a person. It turned out that spells like Explosion charm that exploded objects, Severing Charm that could be used to cut objects, Reductor charm that turned objects to dust were inherently created for non-living targets.

They could be used on humans and could definitely cause bodily harm but weren't efficient magic-wise. The amount of magic used to cause substantial damage to the human body didn't sit well with Quinn, and the creators did not design the formation of these spells for living beings, so he leaned into Dark Art's spells for bodily harm.

Dark Arts spells were specially crafted for causing harm to the living and caused much greater damage with less magic and more efficiency.

"Aaargh!" roared the Troll in pain. Quinn might have overdone it with the Dark-Explosion charm's strength.

'Ouchy! Well, at least I know the Troll is a male,' thought Quinn but didn't stop; he had to continue as trolls were dangerous beings.

'I have to get rid of that club in his hand,' planned Quinn, and to accomplish disarming the Troll of his huge club, immediately shot a Dark-Reductor curse on the Troll's club bearing hand, causing the Troll to drop the club.

Quinn noticed why the Trolls were classified as highly dangerous magical beings. The heavily charged Dark-Reductor curse Quinn just shot right now would have turned a person's hand to a bloody pulp, but all it did to the Troll was causing a flesh wound.

'Need to practice the Dark spells to increase my mastery,' analyzed Quinn, not considering that he was basing his standards on a tough-skinned Troll.

Quinn's eyes flashed as he sent a Banishing spell towards the fallen club to distance it from the Troll. The club went flying away from the Troll, and with the club away from the Troll, Quinn raised his hand and aimed towards the Troll; taking a deep breath, Quinn started a continuous spell chain of Dark-Explosion charm and Dark-Reductor curse on the Troll's body.

"Aargh!" "oOoOO!!" "Rawr!" The Troll's scream echoed in the corridor as the spell did damage to the Troll.

In the empty corridor with fire torches as the only source of light, every other second, a dark spell would be shot from Quinn, illuminating the surroundings and zap towards the Troll, aiming for weak spots like the face, neck, kneecaps, and not the least the groin. Quinn, without mercy, ripped the Troll's body bloody, not stopping until the Troll fell down to the ground with a heavy thump, causing slight tremors to pass through the floor.

From the groans and grunts of agony coming from the Troll, Quinn could hear that the Troll was alive, but having been the one to do damage, Quinn was sure that it won't be standing up anytime soon.

'And, Ron Weasley knocked the troll down with a blunt blow to the head,' speculated Quinn as he compared his method of dismantling the Troll to the canon's Troll fight.

Taking out his pocket watch, Quinn looked at the time. He had spent a considerable amount of time here; he needed to join the other students to avoid suspicion. Quinn turned away from the Troll and ran away. As he ran, Quinn activated Recon and looked for the Ravenclaw students; he found them moving up the staircase and decided to blend in with the crowd at the stairs. Quinn waited until they were a little ahead of him and then lifted his invisibility.

Making sure that he wasn't seen, he entered the crowd and pushed his way into the horde of students to reach Eddie and Marcus.

"Hey, mates." casually greeting his roommates as nothing had happened, and Quinn hadn't just returned from a fight with a Troll.

Eddie grabbed Quinn by the robes and harshly whispered, "Where in the world were you?! Do you know what is happening out there?! I was worried about you, man!" If they weren't on the stairs, Eddie would have pulled Quinn into a hug.

Quinn put on a nervous expression and spun a story, "Well, I was in the library and was running a little late. I was walking to the Great Hall, but then nature called, and I had to visit the loo. When I was done and was finally on my way to the Great Hall for the feast, one portrait warned me that there was a Troll loose in the castle and told me that the students were returning to their common rooms, and then I found you guys here."

Eddie and Marcus breathed a sigh of relief that Quinn didn't meet or saw the Troll.

But, Quinn was a little occupied as with other thoughts; to make sure that professors did not suspect him when they found the second Troll, he had rushed to join the students, so he hadn't the time to check what happened with the first Troll, he wasn't sure if Ivy and Hermione had escaped unharmed. Currently, he wanted to get to the common room and check Recon for their status.

After a long and thorough roll call in the common room, Quinn hurriedly climbed up the stairs to the boy's dorm, went to his bed, and drew the curtain for the excuse of privacy for changing clothes; he took out Recon and sharply whispered, "Hermione Granger."

The layout of Recon switched to a corridor near the Gryffindor Tower. Quinn saw Hermione, Ivy, Harry, Ron, and Lily Potter walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

"They are safe," sighed Quinn as he leaned on the backboard of his bed. Quinn continued to watch as the group reached the common room entrance, and it made Quinn smile as Recon showed the Gryffindor common room password, 'Pig snout.'

He turned Recon off, Quinn was hungry, and the food was ready in the common room. If he had stayed and checked on the Trolls, he would have found the professors moving towards the Troll he took down.

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All the professors, excluding Dumbledore, Snape, and Binns, walked on the second floor. A ghost had told them about a second Troll on the second floor.

"The ghost seemed troubled by something. What was wrong with that ghost?" Pomona Sprout asked her colleagues as she recalled how the ghost had run away just after telling them about the second Troll.

Flitwick looked at the Herbology master and shrugged, "I don't know, but the ghost did seem awfully frantic."

When they reached a corner, all the professors smelled a rancid and offending stench. McGonagall stopped and warned, "Wands out, the Troll is just around the corner."

The professors didn't need a second warning as everybody drew their wands. Though they did hear Quirrell make a sound, 'Eep!' as the Defense Against Dark Arts professor fumbled to take out his wand.

"Don't lose focus," warned McGonagall as all of them turned the corridor to see a shocking sight. They saw a Troll, but not in the condition they were expecting.

"W-Why is it laying d-down," stuttered Quirrell as he looked at the second Troll that he had released in Hogwarts. Today wasn't panning out as Quirrell and Voldemort had planned, the first Troll was taken down the damned Potters, and now this second Troll was laying down in the middle of a corridor.

"Is it sleeping?" Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy professor, took a guess.

Silvanus Kettleburn, the professor of Care of Magical Creatures, grunted in response, "No, you stupid girl, look closely; the Troll is bleeding." With his prosthetic legs, he moved towards the Troll.

"Kettleburn!" McGonagall tried to stop Silvanus, but the old professor kept walking towards the Troll.

"Oh, Morgana!" they heard Silvanus gasp. "Come here, right now!" Silvanus called out to them.

When they reached the Troll's body, they saw the gruesome sight that made all of them gasp.

"Merlin!" "What is this?" "Who-!" "How horrific."

They saw the terrible injuries and trauma on the Troll's body. Horrifying wounds that were bleeding profusely, leaking blood everywhere.

"These wounds..." muttered Lily as she took in the horrendous sight in front of her.

Silvanus looked at Flitwick and grunted, "Flitwick, check them."

The half-goblin immediately understood the meaning behind Silvanus' words and casted some spell all over the Troll's body, and the spell light all turned grey the second they hit the Troll.

"Dark spells," announced Flitwick as he looked at Silvanus.

"What!" McGonagall was shocked to hear that. She casted her own spells on the Troll, and they too turned grey on contact.

"Who could do this?" Septima Vector, the Arithmancy professor, wondered aloud. All the professors were wondering the same, someone had fought a Troll in Hogwarts with Dark spells, and no one knew who it was.

Some of them even noticed how the damage was isolated to the jaw, neck, kneecaps, and groin. Plus, they also saw the club far away from where the Troll had collapsed. The person who fought the Troll knew what they were doing.

"How did someone even know that there was a second Troll," asked Lily. She then turned to Quirrell and asked, "Professor Quirrell, is this the Troll from the third floor?"

Quirrell shook his head while fidgeting and stuttered, "N-No, t-the cloth-thes are different. T-This one is a di-fferent one."

McGonagall looked at all her colleagues and said, "Let's get the Troll out of here, this place needs to be cleaned before a student sees it, and I need to take to Albus about this."

- (Scene Break) -

The next day, Quinn had his ears up to listen if there was any news about the Trolls, but there was no news. No one was talking about there being a second Troll on the loose.

'The staff suppressed the news among themselves, huh,' speculated Quinn. He also noticed that even though people talked about the first Troll, no one chattered about the Potters, which meant that no one knew what happened yesterday.

Unfortunately, that also meant Quinn didn't have a clue of what took place yesterday. But, he had a way of knowing about it, and he was currently on his way to find out.

It was lunchtime, and Quinn was using Recon to tracking the position of Ron Weasley. He was waiting for Ron to be alone, so he could get some information from the redhead, and the chance came when Ron separated from his friends and headed to the lavatory.

Quinn deactivated Recon and followed Ron to the lavatory. Just before he entered the lavatory, Quinn put on gloves and made himself invisible. Quinn entered the lavatory and waited for Ron to finish business, and when Ron was washing his hand, Quinn stepped behind him and took out a small vial of potion.

The potion in the vial was a sedative agent that would make the consumer calm and put them in a hazy state susceptible to suggestions.

Quinn was going to use Legilimency on Ron, but his level of Legilimency wasn't at the level where he could find the memories quickly. If Quinn wanted to target specific memories, it would take him time to find and reach said memories, and in this case, he didn't have the time. So, Quinn was planning to use this potion to render Ron into a semiconscious state and work with that.

He opened the vial and used the magic to manipulate the liquid to turn into mist, then he directed the mist to enter Ron through his nose, and the effect was almost immediate. Ron felt the potion's effects and felt the world turn cloudy, and an unnatural sense of emptiness and haziness fell on him.

"Wha' is happenin'?" Ron's words slurred, and the next second he felt his eyes get covered. Quinn, who was behind Ron, gently used his hand to make Ron close his eyes. He raised his other hand and put his index finger on Ron's temple, and spoke, "How are you feeling, Ron?"

There was a pause before Ron slurred, "Wierrdd~."

"It's okay, mate, everything is going to be fine. Follow my lead, and you feel normal. Do you want to feel normal?" Quinn guided Ron and made him feel comfortable.

"Yezz~."

"Good, now all you have to do is think about yesterday when you met the Troll. Can you do that for me, mate?"

Quinn couldn't search through someone's memories quickly, but if someone was thinking about them, then it would become mighty easy as the memory would be on the surface of the person's psyche. Quinn was using his words and the potion to bring yesterday's memories to the surface.

"Trull~?" as Ron said that Quinn used Legilimency and dived into Ron's mind, and as he expected, found the memory.

In the memory, Harry noticed his sister Ivy wasn't in the Great Hall. Then Ron and Harry recalled Parvati Patil telling them about Hermione crying in the lavatory and how Ivy had torn into them just after the Charms class when Ron had said rude things to Hermione.

In the memory, Harry spoke, "I am sure that Ivy went to see Hermione; they might not know about the Troll. We have to find them."

Ron replied, "Oh, all right," he snapped. "But, Percy better not see us."

On their way, they saw Snape, but Harry was too worried about Ivy to care about Snape, so he pulled Ron with him, and when they reached the lavatory, they saw the Troll.

The Troll had his club raised, but it was tilting sideways. In the memory, Quinn noticed that the Troll was trying to hit Ivy and Hermione with its club, but the girls had their wands out, pointed towards the Troll's club.

A flash of realization stuck Quinn, 'They are using the Levitation charm to keep the Troll's club away from them.' The Troll being the epitome of stupidity wasn't letting the club go and held onto it. It was trying to use its club to hit the girls.

Ivy looked at Harry and yelled, "Use the Levitation charm on the club. The Troll is too strong; we can't get it out its hand."

Harry was confused but followed nevertheless. He took out his wand, and Ron followed. Harry succeeded in using the spell with moderate success, but Ron was having trouble using the spell.

The memory switched to Hermione trying to teach Ron how to use the Levitation charm. The memory shifted back to the lavatory, and Ron properly yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club that was now subjected to four Levitation charm pulled itself free out of the Troll's hands as the Troll tried to reach out for it, and then just like the canon, fell onto the Troll's head accompanied by a loud, sickening crack. The Troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the entire room tremble.

Quinn had seen enough, so he stopped and bought himself out of the memory.

"Good job, mate. You have done well. Now, everything will be alright, and when everything returns to normal, we will talk about Quidditch," calmly said, Quinn.

"Quiwwitch!" slurred an excited Ron.

Quinn removed his index finger from Ron's temple and took out another vial from his pockets, and vaporized the contents for Ron to inhale. It was the counter agent for the earlier potion.

The second Quinn was done, he removed his hand from Ron's eyes and walked away without looking away.

It took a few seconds for Ron to regain his mental facilities, and when he was back to normal, he had a pleasant urge to talk about Quidditch.

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Quinn West - MC - Troll Hunter - Experienced in Hypnotism.

The second Troll - Mountain Troll - Argh!

Ron Weasley - Gryffindor - "Hey, Harry, let's talk about Quidditch!"

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