People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

"Humph, since you want to watch it, then watch it." Thoughts flashed through his mind.

Bajir stepped forward and raised his wand between his brows.

Black and red turbidity lingered on the wand's body.

The magic magnetic field also rotated.

The troll had already reached the door.

The murderous intention that Riddle envisioned, as clear as the sky, was now realized in Bajir.

Covered under the turbid current.

Close your eyes lightly.

The troll was photographed.

Its clumsy posture, holding a wooden stick and probing its head, appeared in the [Magic Book].

Wow!

Gem: 27261.985 (-2000)

The engraving begins.

The summoning card [Troll] is made.

This also means that its death is coming.

Not even a second has passed.

Not looking at the cards and processing the information in your head.

With the three-dimensional perspective of Hogwarts in his mind, the wooden door seemed to disappear, and the troll's bare little head appeared in front of him.

If he only relies on basic attacks, the damage he causes in a single attack is 13.

Without using [Truth Connoisseur] and without 50% real damage.

Facing a troll that was harder than rock and had a lot of health might be nothing.

Attack even its weakest point, the most vulnerable brain.

But now, at this moment.

The murderous intention is hidden deep in the heart, and with the instigation of 'magic power', it spreads to the nerve endings.

An unreasonable certainty and self-confidence emerged in my heart.

He took a step forward and waved his right arm.

Boom!

There was a big hole in the wooden door, and the edges were scorched black and shining with sparks.

Gray, white, green, red sauces, and hot minced meat splattered on the walls.

It exudes a fishy smell mixed with the aroma of barbecue.

The club and the headless monster crashed to the ground.

The entire floor seemed to shake slightly.

In the principal's office, a voice in the silver mirror sounded, "What a decisive decision. It's a pity that he didn't use the devil's net. It is said that he also used it to kill a werewolf?"

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, "No, the killer was an ancient and powerful redwood tree. It was originally an ordinary tree, but it possessed magic. If a Muggle..."

However, the voice behind was like a whisper.

Even Nick Flamel, who was using a more advanced double-sided mirror, didn't hear it clearly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore smiled, "I'm saying that the boy's magical magnetic field just turned. He did not use the magic of the great wizard. Instead, he transformed what ordinary wizards call magic into a more heterogeneous concept. The existence that shattered the monster's head was not a spell. He just waved his arm, wielding that conceptual existence as a sword."

He closed his eyes, and a sacred, loving, magical magnetic field began to emerge on his body like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

It's as if a great and holy phoenix has descended here.

The phoenix Fox sang its sweet cry on the golden branches.

Zila Zila.

The image in the fog condenser began to blur.

The signal of the extremely stable double-sided mirror refined by Nick Flamel, the greatest alchemist, also began to fluctuate.

In an instant, all the delicate silverware in the office lost its function.

Crackling!

Explosions of electric sparks sounded all over Dumbledore's body.

The ends of his silvery beard and hair were also raised playfully.

The silverware in the room finally returned to work.

The voice coming from the double-sided mirror finally became clear, and the words were full of curiosity.

"Did you just fail?"

Dumbledore did not straighten his appearance.

He did not lose his composure and accepted his failure calmly.

"Yes. It's obviously the same. But it got stuck at the last step. What exactly?"

He stood up as he spoke.

Without waving the wand, the fog condenser automatically closed, and the silver mirror slowly flew towards the cabinet.

The raised beard and hair automatically returned to neatness on the way to the office door.

Just as Silver Mirror was about to enter the cabinet, his voice just fell.

"It's time for me to go. I'm the principal, and something big happened again."

Finally, the cabinet and door closed at the same time, making a superimposed sound that sounded like a fist slamming on the table.

In the bathroom.

Ron held half a chicken drumstick tightly in his hand and vomited all over the floor.

Harry held his nose.

Hermione tugged on the hem of Bagir's clothes, turned her face sideways, and trembled slightly.

Bajir looked at the wand in his hand and couldn't believe that he had just smashed the troll's head with a single blow.

Especially combined with the data of the summoning card [Troll] that currently appeared in his mind.

[Magical Creatures: Mountain Troll·Magical Transformation]

[Magic consumption: 6]

[Level: 1]

[Summon a slow-moving, magically transformed mountain troll with superb magic resistance. When an enemy unit appears within the current field of view. The troll will swing a wooden stick to attack]

[Rock armor (except head): 10]

[Note: Damage below 3 points is ignored, damage of 4 points and above is deducted]

[Rock armor (head): 3]

[Health value: 30]

[Magic Resistance: 7]

[One swing damage: 27]

[Moving speed: slow]

[Magic Book Level: Level 3 (1100/400)]

In addition to the rare concept of magic resistance, this card also shows armor, which is physical defense.

The health value of this system is calculated based on the physiological structure.

So, even if he attacks the head, the weakness of the troll, the damage that can take the troll's life should be at least 3+30.

If it is pure spell damage, magic resistance must also be considered, which is 40.

Unless Bajir used the killing curse and directly attacked the health bar.

What's more, he not only took the troll's life, but also blew up the troll's head.

Obviously the damage overflowed.

Although Bajir used [Dragon Rider].

But the troll is not a dragon, and there is no 150% increase.

"So it is a critical hit, plus the increase in explosive damage? 'Your spell will be full of the power of the red dragon, the fiery explosive power!' It also includes attack power?"

Bajir didn't think too much.

He can ask the system elf directly later.

And suddenly!

There was a violent knock on the door and loud footsteps.

The four people in the room looked up.

It was Professor McGonagall, followed by Snape and Quirrell.

They appeared beside the broken wooden door and the headless corpse of the troll.

"What the hell are you playing?" Professor McGonagall said, with cold anger in her voice.

Her lips were pale and her body was shaking.

Snape squatted down with interest and examined the huge wound on the troll's neck without hesitation.

Quirrell narrowed his eyes and looked up and down at Basil.

But his eyes were full of pity and empathy.

There was also a slight fear.

Obviously, he seemed to regard Basil as a fellow, who was also targeted by Voldemort and could not get rid of it, and gained more powerful power than before.

The young Dark Lord was so powerful, what should he do?

Unlike Harry, Ron, and Hermione who were speechless for a while.

Basil was very confident.

He was even a little angry, "Isn't Hogwarts the safest place? Why is there a troll? Hermione has been staying in the bathroom! As professors, didn't anyone notice?"

He became angrier and angrier.

"Everyone knew she was here this afternoon!"

"But when there was danger, she was forgotten!"

He squeezed out a few tears, "If not, if we hadn't thought of bringing some food to Hermione, she might have been the one without a head!"