The burning stinging pain from his eyes completely enraged the troll, and it stopped moving forward in a slow way, and strode out of its legs and ran, and the movement caused by running with a ton of weight made the three of Roger feel the floor tiles under their feet tremble. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A three-and-a-half-meter-tall behemoth rushed forward head-on, and the sense of oppression was quite great.

Hermione and Harry really panicked at this point, screamed and turned around and ran backwards.

Roger didn't stop him, just jogged and followed them and said, "Keeping in position is a necessary skill for mages, but you can't drop the output in the process of moving, so now take the time to turn around and block the alternate firing of spells and offensive spells." ”

The two of them didn't panic when they arrived, they heard his guidance, turned around and threw two spells over, the emotional instability still affected their level of performance, Hermione missed not to mention that Harry had a stun spell that didn't work.

Seeing this, Roger pursed his lips and waved his wand and fired two spells, "Close your ears and listen!

Then he explained: "In this case, when you can't quickly deal with the enemy, then put a debuff on it first to weaken it, so that you can slowly grind the enemy to death later." ”

Although trolls have thick skin and thick flesh and resist spells, it is inevitable that their vision will be hindered and their hearing will be reduced. It grew more frantic, the big wooden stick waving wildly in front of it.

"Bang bang!" the sticks slammed into the walls and ground with the troll's swing, shattering the bricks with great force.

"Now, get ready, aim at the troll's hand with the weapon and fire the Drain Charm together, and don't stop until it can't hold on to the stick. Roger led his two friends to retreat and command.

His composure gave Hermione and Harry a little more confidence, and a little calmer.

"Strength is loose!"

Hermione and Harry's spells finally hit the troll once again, and it was noticeably struggling to swing its stick. The trio continued to work hard, and after a few more rounds of spells, the troll's half-amputated arm finally drooped weakly, and the huge wooden club fell to its feet.

The improvement of the explosion spell has not made much progress, this time the main thing is to cultivate the combat awareness of the two children in advance, after all, they will face enemies that are much more dangerous than the trolls in the future.

The first real battle, the two children were inevitably nervous and scared, and there was nothing to be picky about achieving such results, although the opponent was only a troll with a reputation for low IQ in the wizarding world.

"Good job, I'll take care of the rest. Roger stopped and smiled encouragingly at his little friend who was running fast and out of breath, "You should stand far away from the play, so as not to splash your blood." ”

As he spoke, Roger flipped over and took out his knife and turned around and walked towards the troll, but after looking at the figure of the troll and the knife in his hand, the blade was no longer than a palm... Pouting, he put it back in his pocket.

Tumbling on the ground, flashing the troll's slap, he rushed directly to the thick wooden stick that had fallen to the ground and had not yet been picked up, hugged the handle of the wooden stick with both hands, exhaled and let out a "hey", and the wooden stick that was erected much higher than Roger was hugged horizontally by him.

Spun half a circle in place, and struck the troll's leg with a rounded rod with a muffled sound.

However, the troll's legs ∧were as thick as two tree stumps, and Roger's blow to the crook of the leg only made it stagger.

The troll's legs stepped out to keep his balance, and Roger's eyes lit up, and he picked up the wooden stick and slammed it between the troll's legs from the bottom up.

Under the effect of the deadtongue sealing its throat, its roar was like a chicken being choked by the neck, but it clicked twice. The troll protected its crotch with one hand and scratched at its side with the other, trying to hold on to a support point so that it would not collapse.

Keep up the good work, and Roger will align the position again. The troll couldn't even moan this time, staggered a few steps backwards and fell to the ground, and two successive blows made it completely ineffective.

Roger circled half a circle to the left side of the troll, and a standard baseball hit its little head with a hard blow.

After the skull made close contact with the hardwood, the troll fainted completely, sticky blood flowing from the back of its head.

"Is it—dead?" asked Hermione cautiously in the back.

"Of course not," Roger kicked the motionless troll with his bloody stick, "but soon it will die......"

As he spoke, he took a few steps closer to the troll's head, tilted his head and inhaled: "Come and eat me a fire dragon bullet!"

The scorching flames erupted from Roger's mouth, and unlike the fleeting demonstration in front of Hagrid's house, this time the flames were spat out for more than a dozen seconds.

When Roger stopped casting the spell and spat out a wisp of black smoke, his head was burned, and the unconscious troll could only twitch unconsciously on all fours.

"Every time I use this trick for a little longer, I feel like my mouth is dry...... "The boy's mouth moved uncomfortably, and he raised the wooden stick in his hand to give the troll the final blow.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door and loud footsteps, and all three people in the hallway looked up. Only then did they realize what a commotion had just occurred, and that the professors in the underground classroom must have heard the violent collision and the roar of the trolls.

Roger immediately tossed the stick aside and beckoned to Hermione and Harry, "Hurry up, get away!"

The boy took the lead, crossing the hallway and up the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room, followed by the other two.

There was nothing wrong all the way, and the professor probably didn't see them, so the three of them came to the portrait of the fat lady safely.

"Pig nose. After Roger finished speaking, he helped Hermione and Harry inside.

The distance of this run was much farther than the time on the fourth floor, and both of them ran with weak legs and feet, and their eyes were black.

The common room was crowded with people and noisy. Everyone was talking loudly and eating the food that had been brought in. No one noticed the three people who had just returned.

Roger threw Hermione and Harry to their plates and sat down, spitting fire in his mouth, his mouth feeling dry all the time...... And I just went to a fight, and I haven't eaten much for dinner.

The man who drank a glass of pumpkin juice first raised his glass and said to the two friends: "Come, come, raise your glasses, let's celebrate today's perfect combat operation together, and I hereby bestow the title of Troll Slayer on you as the first heir in line to the line of the Collins family!