Who let this evil dragon into Hogwarts!

Chapter 47 First Encounter with the Troll

Looking at the scene in the valley, the Weasley brothers felt their legs go weak.

Giants, as large as mountains, gathered not far away, some chopping tree stumps with axes, others carrying several huge rocks, while the largest giant lay lazily in the sun, enjoying a spider leg offered by a mother river giant.

Seemingly noticing the crowd, the troll leader scratched his head, grabbed the spiked club beside him, and walked step by step toward the Weasley brothers, his steps causing the earth to shake.

"Quick! Run!"

Although the Weasley brothers were mischievous, it didn't mean they liked to court death. Moreover, this level of adventure couldn't be called courting death; it was pure suicide!

They were self-aware enough that dealing with even one giant monster was wishful thinking, let alone a group of them.

But just as Fred turned around and took his first step, a small hammer suddenly emerged from the grass and struck him precisely on the knee.

"No, don't worry about me! Run!"

"How could I possibly abandon you! We're best brothers!"

Seeing the two men putting on a show of brotherly affection even at a time like this, Persson's lips twitched, and he loudly commanded:

"Potato, stop attacking, this is a guest."

"Potato?" Fred, with George's help, quickly got up and wondered who Persson was calling. Just then, a goblin with an unhappy face emerged from the bushes, holding a hammer in his arms, seemingly ready to do something drastic for Fred.

"Goblins?!" The Weasley brothers were greatly shocked.

However, now is clearly not the time to be shocked.

As the troll drew ever closer, pebbles on the ground bounced up from time to time. The Weasley brothers quickly forgot about the obedient goblins and drew their wands, keeping a watchful eye on the troll.

Is it coming?

It seems they've gone to Poisson.

Wait, why did he suddenly kneel down?!

With a loud "boom," the mountain-like monster knelt on one knee, supporting its body with its spiked club. Its rock-like back bent to the extreme, making it look somewhat like a shrimp.

Because the troll was so tall, even with its head bowed, the Weasley brothers could easily catch the expression on that ugly little head.

It was filled with a guilty conscience!

To the Weasley brothers' astonishment, the troll suddenly spoke, though they recognized each word individually, they couldn't understand it when put together.

"King... Club isn't slacking off, Club is just directing the trolls!"

The troll's voice was deep and muffled, like thunder echoing through a valley, which should have given one the creeps.

but--

"King?!" The Weasley brothers stared wide-eyed, their gazes shifting between the troll and Persson, unable to believe what they were hearing.

"Command trolls?" Persson sneered, his tone of superiority mattering. "I don't care if you're slacking off or not, but you know the consequences if you don't complete the task on time."

"Of...of course!" The club nodded vigorously, his fawning manner more like a goblin in Gringotts seeing a gold coin than a troll!

"So...so...so what's going on?" It took Fred a long time to get his tongue out.

"These trolls and goblins are my employees, as I thought you could guess," Persson said with a smile.

"But...but...but," George stammered this time, "this is a troll! The most stupid and irritable magical creature in the world, how did you manage that?!"

Noticing that the clubman glanced at him, George shrank back timidly.

Fortunately, the troll did not make any move and remained obediently kneeling in front of Persson, as docile as a little puppy.

No, this is much more obedient than a dog.

This is practically a super-plus version of House-Elves!

The initial fear subsided, and curiosity took over once more. The Weasley brothers felt their Gryffindor spirit burning brightly and couldn't help but ask:

"Can...we touch it?"

"Of course." Persson raised an eyebrow, not understanding how people could have such strange quirks, but since he was planning to recruit the Weasley brothers as employees, it was necessary to help them reduce their fear of trolls.

"Oh my God!"

Fred took the first step, carefully extending a hand and gently placing it on the troll's rough skin.

The club shrank back a little, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It had never been the only female giant it had ever been with before; this was the first time someone had treated it like this.

However, under Poisson's threatening gaze, the stick obediently stopped his little tricks and only slightly stuck out his big buttocks.

George quickly caught up, and the two of them pinched and touched the troll's body, making the old man blush.

"Alright," Persson interrupted the two as the time was about right, "You can touch them however you want afterward, but for now, let's focus on the factory area and resolve this issue as soon as possible."

"Oh right." Fred reluctantly let go, remembering his mission.

But even if these giants and goblins are obedient, can they really handle the complex crafting of alchemical tools?

Putting everything else aside, given the intelligence of giants, it's questionable whether they can even understand what they're saying.

The worries in their hearts grew heavier, but Fred and George had no intention of backing down. They exchanged a tacit glance, understanding each other's thoughts without saying a word.

Just kidding, this is a chance to command trolls! Most people will never have such an experience in their lives, let alone command a group of trolls!

You can brag about this for a year!

Thinking of the envious looks on their brothers and friends, the Weasley brothers were already eager to try, and they strode towards their territory.

Just then, they heard Posson clap his hands softly.

"No need for that trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Weasley brothers saw the troll beside them stand up, and Persson sitting on its shoulder at some point.

"Riding a giant? That's interesting."

As Fred spoke, he couldn't resist climbing onto the giant monster, but a large hand suddenly grabbed him, and George, who was standing next to him, was also unable to escape.

"Eh?"

With Fred looking completely bewildered, the club tucked the two men under his armpits and led the three of them toward the territory!

……

"vomit--"

The car stopped in front of the largest stone house, and as soon as they got out, Fred and George both vomited.

It wasn't that the troll was particularly jolted when it ran, but rather that its armpits were so smelly that the Weasley brothers wished they could cut off their own noses!

"Bum, go and gather all the goblins and trolls!"

Ignoring the half-dead Weasley brothers, Persson gave the order to the trolls, and in less than five minutes, a dark mass of trolls gathered in front of him, while the goblins huddled around his feet like a carpet, displaying the privileges of seniority.

Persson gently patted the Weasley brothers on the shoulder, gesturing for them to look up.

"Welcome to Emerald Territory, gentlemen."

"Let's get to know each other. Among these guys, there might be one who will become your future subordinate..."