Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

However, the troll itself possessed extremely strong magic resistance, making it difficult for the two of them to inflict effective damage with their magic.

Even shapeshifting magic works the same way; even if the twins conjure ropes, the giant will break free.

The terrifying nature of the XXXX-level dangerous creature was fully revealed at this moment.

"Vizet! Run to the Great Hall! There's a door there that can keep the trolls out!"

"Vizet! Move! Are you scared? Fred, let's go!"

Fred and George ran and shouted, resorting to the most primitive method: leaping onto the giant's back.

This attempt was futile; the giant simply swayed its body violently from side to side, throwing the two of them against the wall.

The two of them groaned in unison, closed their eyes, and fell into a brief coma.

The ground trembled continuously, and the giant monster, like a tank at full power, drew ever closer to Vizet.

Vizette didn't retreat an inch; only one image remained in her mind: the troll's granite-like skin rapidly peeling away, revealing the flesh beneath that rotting and oozing pus...

Curse of Severe Illness.

This is a type of magic he is unwilling to use.

The Curse of Sickness would stir up restlessness in Momo Ran, a feeling he disliked intensely.

However, when danger strikes and transformation magic fail, the Curse of Sickness is undoubtedly the most effective means.

Without further hesitation, he raised his wand high, his voice low and menacing like a viper's hiss, "Deathly Torment!"

In that instant, he felt as if a second heart was beating inside him, his core becoming incredibly agitated, like a powder keg about to explode.

A thick, dark light burst from the tip of the wand, plunging straight into the troll's neck.

That was the only bloody, mangled spot, and also the place with the weakest magic resistance.

Disintegration also begins at the neck.

The skin on the troll's neck peeled off, and the flesh inside rotted into a foul-smelling green liquid.

Its speed is getting slower and slower, like a vitamin C effervescent tablet thrown into water, with bubbles rising all over its body.

The bubbles kept bursting, and the giant seemed to be dissolved, its body shrinking smaller and smaller until it turned into an incredibly foul-smelling green slime that flowed all over the ground.

Finally, it could no longer maintain its shape and collapsed to the ground like mud, splashing out a large pool of foul-smelling green slime.

Vizette's robes were stained with a lot of green slime, but he didn't care and instinctively covered his head.

Malice surged like a tidal wave, constantly assaulting his consciousness.

He became increasingly dizzy and disoriented, even losing his balance, and involuntarily began to back away step by step...

He could hear the concerned voices of Fred and George in his ears.

"Hey! Vizette, are you alright? What just happened?"

"You look terrible, why don't you go rest in the auditorium? There's hardly anyone there..."

"Why are you emitting black smoke? That's so cool!"

"Black aura emanating from its body, that's a good idea! George, write it down!"

Just as Vizet was about to fall, two hands caught him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.

The twins' cheerfulness was even more infectious; Vizette felt as if a ray of light had appeared before her eyes, suppressing the surging wave of malice.

The Guardian Meditation Method

Seizing this rare opportunity, Vizette entered a meditative state to calm herself down.

Everything was returning to normal, and the meticulously decorated auditorium was in his mind, while the sound of the twins gagging reached his ears.

"Ugh... What happened? Why did the troll turn into stinky water?"

"Who cares? If I want to make dung balls, I'll have to buy cadaverine, and I don't think that smells as pungent as this... Ugh!"

"Ugh...that's true, and corpse odor extract is ridiculously expensive, we need to collect more!"

Hearing the twins' conversation, Vizette smiled.

Fred and George are really bold; they can ignore the pain in their bodies and still collect the green slime on the ground, seemingly intending to use it to make dung balls.

Perhaps infected by the twins, Vizette felt the sweeping malice becoming increasingly powerless.

He immediately seized the opportunity, gripped his wand tightly, and drew a smooth "S" arc in the air, "Dust gone!"

The wand glowed with a silver-blue light, and a vortex formed.

The cyclone not only removed the green slime from the robe, but also swept away the malice brought by the Obscurus core.

At that moment, Dumbledore's voice came from outside the Great Hall.

"Shall I help you? If Mr. Filch finds out any later, he'll probably be furious."

……

The auditorium finally became a bit more lively, with a Halloween-like atmosphere.

Fred and George stood like royal guards in front of two large bottles filled with green slime, blocking Percy as he paced back and forth, as if Percy were a dragon coveting treasure.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron stood to the side; they were not injured, but they were covered in dust and looked quite disheveled.

All three of them kept their heads down, appearing to humbly accept criticism.

Penelope sat down next to Vizette and asked with concern, "Should I take you to the school clinic? You look terrible, like a sheet of paper..."

Dumbledore was also in the Great Hall, with four professors standing behind him, each with a different expression.

Chapter 60 The Aftermath of Halloween

Dumbledore said softly, "Miss Crevatt, could you please wait a moment? I need to get some things sorted out."

Penelope nodded quickly and said nothing more.

Dumbledore looked behind him. "Professor McGonagall, please!"

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, her lips pursed, and her gaze fell on Harry and his friends.

"Headmaster Dumbledore told everyone to go back to the common room. When I went to check, Percy ran up to me and said that someone was missing..."

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, do you know how dangerous that was?”

"The wall collapsed and buried you all inside! Luckily, none of you were injured! But luck can't always be on your side!"

Harry and his friends were called out by Professor McGonagall. They looked up as if startled, then lowered their heads again, displaying perfect teamwork.

The three of them turned their heads hesitantly, glanced at each other, but didn't say a word.

Snape, however, spoke up, "Boys who survive are like this... always feeling like they can do something even more outrageous to show how different they are."

His voice was cold and flat, without any inflection, yet it was full of irony.

Professor McGonagall's voice grew stern. "Explain yourself! Why didn't you go back to the lounge, but instead stayed on the first floor?"

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, I saw you in the Great Hall earlier. Why didn’t you stay in the common room with Percy?”

Perhaps provoked by Snape, Harry raised his head and said defiantly, "Professor McGonagall, we have a reason for staying!"

Professor McGonagall's tone softened slightly. "Mr. Potter, then please speak."

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Harry's mind went blank for a moment, and he was speechless.

The cause of this was simple: Ron spoke ill of Hermione, causing Hermione to know nothing about the wandering trolls.

He and Ron found Hermione, not only informing her of the news, but Ron also formally apologized, and the three of them reconciled and became friends.

It should have been a happy ending, but they encountered a giant on their journey, which led to their later ordeal.

Once this matter is clarified, Ron's badmouthing of Hermione will also be exposed.

For Harry, saying such a thing would be tantamount to betraying his friend Ron.

Regardless, Ron was the first and best friend he made after arriving at Hogwarts, someone for whom he was even willing to give his life...

Harry gently turned his head, looked at Ron, then at Hermione, and decided to change the version of the story—he wanted to make himself the one who spoke ill of her.

Before he could even speak, Hermione had already stepped forward.

Her eyes were red and brimming with tears as she choked out, "Professor McGonagall, it's...it's my fault! I thought I could handle the trolls all by myself, so..."

“Miss Granger, I hope you’re not lying to me… How could you know about trolls when you weren’t in the Great Hall?” Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses, her expression extremely serious.

“Professor McGonagall, I…” Hermione choked up, her face flushed red with confusion, tears streaming down her face.

“Professor McGonagall! It’s all my fault!” Ron, his face flushed, stood in front of Hermione, his eyes tightly shut, and roared, “I said bad things about Hermione!”

"I was planning to drag Harry to apologize to her, but we ran into a troll! Punish me instead! Write a letter to my mother..."

Hermione quickly looked up, hastily wiping away her tears. "Professor McGonagall... when the wall fell, Ron stood in front of me... he... please don't expel him."

Harry hurriedly chimed in, "Professor McGonagall, Ron protected Hermione and me! You can't let him leave Hogwarts!"

Fred and George exclaimed in surprise, "Unfamiliar! So unfamiliar! Ron is so brave to ask Professor McGonagall to write a letter."

The three of them, Harry, and Meghan, each had different fears.

Hermione resists being fired;