"Hmph, since you want to see it, let's watch it." Thoughts flashed.

Bagill strode forward and raised his wand between his eyebrows.

A turbid black and red current lingered on the wand's body.

The magic magnetic field also turned.

The troll had already walked to the door.

The killing intent that Riddle had imagined was as clear as the sky was achieved in Bagir at this moment.

Hidden under turbidity.

Close your eyes gently.

The troll was photographed.

Its clumsy gesture of holding a wooden stick to probe its brain emerges in the [Magic Book].

Whoa!

gem: 27261.985 (—2000)

The inscription begins.

Summoned by the [Troll] card.

It also means that its death is near.

Not a second has passed.

Didn't look at the cards and pay attention to the information in your mind.

With the stereoscopic view 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, he will deal 13 damage per hit.

Without the use of a [mantra expert], without 50% of the true injury.

Facing a troll that is harder than a rock and has a high health value may be nothing.

Even if it attacks its weakness, the most vulnerable head should be the same.

But now, at this moment.

The killing intent is hidden deep in the heart, and with the agitation of the 'magic power', it radiates behind the nerve endings.

A kind of unprovoked determination and self-confidence emerged in my heart.

He stepped forward and waved his right arm.

Thundered!

The wooden door was broken through a large hole, and the edges were charred and blackened, and sparks flashed.

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

It smells fishy and is mixed with the aroma of barbecue.

Wooden sticks and headless trolls crashed to the ground.

The entire floor seemed to shake slightly.

In the principal's office, a voice sounded in the silver mirror, "It's really decisive. It's a pity that he didn't serve that devil's net. He is also said to have killed a werewolf with it? ”

Dumbledore cupped his glasses, "No, it's an ancient, mighty redwood tree that will kill you. It was ordinary, but it had magic, and if Muggles were..."

It's just that the voice behind it is like a whisper.

Even Nick Lemay, who was wearing a more advanced two-way mirror, couldn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

Dumbledore smiled, "I mean, just now this boy's magical magnetic field turned. He didn't use the magic of the Grand Wizard. Rather, what ordinary wizards call magic, is transformed into a more heterogeneous conceptual existence. It's not a spell that smashes the troll's head. He just waved his arms, wielding the conceptual existence as if it were a sword. ”

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

It was as if a great and holy phoenix had descended here.

Phoenix Fawkes chirped pleasantly on the golden branches.

Zilazila.

The image in the fog condenser begins to blur.

The signal of the extremely stable two-way mirror that had been refined by Nick Lemay, the greatest alchemist, also began to fluctuate.

In an instant, all the delicate silverware in the office was useless.

Cracking sound!

The explosion of electric sparks rang out on Dumbledore's body.

His silver beard and the ends of his hair were also playfully cocked.

The silverware in the room was finally back to work.

The voice coming from the two-way mirror was finally clear, and the words were full of curiosity.

"You just failed?"

Dumbledore didn't groom.

He did not lose his temper and calmly accepted his defeat.

"yes. It's all the same. But stuck at the last step. What exactly is it? ”

He said as he stood up.

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

The beard and hair were also automatically neatly restored on the way to the office door.

As Silver Mirror was about to enter the cabinet, his voice fell.

"It's time for me to go, I'm the headmaster, and something so big has happened."

Finally, the cabinet and door closed at the same time, making a sound of overlapping and sounding like fists slamming into the table.

In the bathroom.

Ron clutched half a chicken leg tightly in his hand and vomited all over the floor.

Harry clutched his nose.

Hermione tugged at the corner of Bajil's coat, her face turned sideways, and she shivered slightly.

Bagill looked at the wand in his hand, unable to believe that he had just smashed the troll's head with a single blow.

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

【Magical Creature: Mountain Troll: Magic Transformation】

[Mana Cost: 6]

[Level: 1]

[Summons a slow-moving, magically transformed, and magically resistant mountain troll.] When an enemy unit appears in the current field of vision. Trolls will swing wooden sticks to attack]

[Rock Armor (except Head): 10]

[Note: Ignore damage below 3 points, damage of 4 and above, deducted]

[Rock Armor (Head): 3]

[HP: 30]

[Magic Resistance: 7]

[Swing Damage: 27]

[Movement Speed: Slow]

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

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

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

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

If it's pure spell damage, you also need to consider magic resistance, which is 40.

Unless Baguir uses a killing curse and directly attacks the health bar.

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

Obvious damage overflows.

Although Baguir used [Dragon Knight].

However, trolls are not dragons and do not have a 150% increase.

"So it's a critical hit, plus a blast amplification?" Your spell will be filled with the power of the red dragon, a fiery explosiveness! 'Attack damage is also included?' ”

Bagir didn't think much of it.

Later, he could ask the system wizard directly.

And... Suddenly!

There was a loud banging on the door and loud footsteps.

All four people in the room looked up.

It was Professor McGonagall, and she was followed by Snape and Quirrell.

They were seen next to the broken wooden door, and the headless corpses of the trolls.

"What the hell are you guys up to?" Professor McGonagall said, with a cold anger in her voice.

Her lips turned white and her body trembled.

Snape crouched down in interest, and didn't shy away from examining the massive wound in the troll's neck.

Quirrell's eyes narrowed, and he looked Bagir up and down.

It's just that his eyes are full of pity, and a kind of empathy.

There are also subtle fears.

It is clear that he seems to have regarded Baguil as his kind, and he was also targeted by Voldemort, unable to get rid of it, and gained a wretched creature with more power than before.

The young Dark Lord is so powerful, what the hell should he do?

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

Bagill is quite right.

He was even a little angry, "Isn't Hogwarts the safest place?" But why is there a troll? Hermione has been in the bathroom! As a professor, no one notices? ”

The more he talked, the angrier he became.

"This afternoon, everyone knows she's here!"

"But when it's dangerous, forget about her!"

He squeezed out a few tears, "If not, if not.... We're thinking of bringing Hermione something to eat, maybe... She's the one who doesn't have a head! ”