Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 87, Section 85: Confirmed, a Dark Wizard with Profound Magical Power

The trolls did not originate from the British Isles, but from a place called the Scandinavian Peninsula, where they were also known as cannibals.

It has no fixed diet; any living creature can become its food.

This includes humans as well.

To ordinary people in the Middle Ages, it was a highly threatening creature.

The giant is incredibly strong and has very rough skin, giving it great physical resistance and the ability to easily tear apart a squad of light knights.

Fortunately, this creature is extremely unintelligent, possessing immense strength but lacking the knowledge to utilize it.

Sometimes, a levitation spell can also take care of it.

But this isn't absolute. If the Levitation spell fails to defeat the giant, the first thing to do is run.

At close range, the only outcome for a wizard facing a giant is death.

"It's over." The prefect pinched his nose as he looked at his spoils.

The giant monster was bound like a rice dumpling by the transformation spell vines.

Aside from absolute power, most battles between wizards are more about skill.

Even when this prefect was facing a giant for the first time and did not know its weaknesses, he only used a few spells to bind it.

"Go tell the professors quickly, the troll has been captured by us Slytherins."

The prefect clapped his hands and began directing the young wizards again.

Although the crisis seemed to have passed smoothly, Dudley frowned slightly. His sense of smell was extremely sensitive to odors, and the stench in the surrounding air was even stronger, while the ground was still trembling.

Just as the prefect turned around, a head slowly peeked out from around the corner behind him.

The pumpkin-shaped eyes stared intently at the prefect's back.

Another giant!

This giant is even bigger than the one we just saw!

It was almost touching the ceiling of Hogwarts.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the young wizards pointing behind him in terror, the prefect turned around reflexively, and then he saw a huge head less than 1.5 meters above his head, and a pair of big yellow eyes staring intently at him.

He only had time to reflexively cast a defensive spell on himself before the giant knocked him away like a baseball bat.

This giant was clearly more intelligent than the previous one; at least it knew who posed the greatest threat to it.

Not all trolls are stupid; there are exceptions in this group. They also have their own language. A high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic knows this language. These intelligent trolls can become qualified troll security guards with a little training.

The new troll let out a roar that was difficult to decipher, but Dudley, who possessed the ability to speak magical creatures, could vaguely understand the meaning of the roar.

I'm hungry, I need to eat.

As for what to eat?

Aren't they everywhere around your feet?

The young Slytherin wizards were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they could barely stand up, let alone run away.

The new troll opened its mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, rotten teeth, and greedily eyed the young wizards.

His eyes were filled with a voracious appetite.

Dudley could see that, closest to the troll, Pansy's delicate little face, which resembled a poodle, was filled with despair and fear.

"For the sake of the cookies and black tea."

Dudley grabbed Malfoy, who was slumped at his feet, and tossed him to a safe spot behind him.

Even though Malfoy trained with him for a while, he was essentially just a slightly stronger little wizard.

He walked to the wall, slightly bent his five fingers, and clenched them tightly.

A piece of the castle wall, which had remained intact for a thousand years, was immediately broken off.

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the troll, and no one noticed Dudley's little actions.

Well, no one will fine him for damaging cultural relics.

He gripped the stone tightly and threw it forcefully at the giant's forehead.

"Flying Sand and Stones (Physics)"

If you're fast enough, it'll be considered a curse.

This is a malevolent curse used by adult wizards in battle; it produces a powerful explosion and destroys objects, far more powerful than the Shattered Bones curse used by the prefect earlier.

It belongs to a high-level spell.

The head is the giant's weak point.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the giant's head is small and its brain capacity is not high; that area is its vital part.

If the prefect had used Shattered Bones on the head of that first giant monster, there would have been no need for such a complicated series of attacks; a single spell would have been enough to kill it.

Before one becomes invincible, information and intelligence are of utmost importance.

Therefore, extensive knowledge is an essential requirement for spellcasters.

The stone exploded into countless dust particles the moment it touched the troll's head, which shows just how much force Dudley used.

The giant that was targeted was also in bad shape; its head was slightly concave, and blood was spraying out like it was free.

Dudley's attack was not in a typical location, but...

Temples.

The weakest point on the head.

This is not over yet.

"BOOM"

The giant's head suddenly exploded, and the resulting red flames illuminated the entire corridor.

Explosives, yes, explosives. Dali added explosives to the rocks. This was a very unstable mixture that would produce a huge explosion upon impact.

It is one of Professor Snape's most dangerous drugs.

Physically, it has the power of explosives, but it's not just about physical damage; it also inflicts extremely strong magical damage.

It's perfect for dealing with tough, thick-skinned monsters.

The perfect potion blew away half of the giant's head, and its massive body crashed to the ground without even a groan.

Quiet. Very quiet.

The young Slytherin wizards remained slumped on the ground, staring blankly at Dudley.

The scene was so chaotic just now that they had no idea what Dudley had done. In their eyes, Dudley had only used a spell to blow the troll's head off.

A curse!

head shot?!

The fifth-year prefect had to use every trick in the book to barely subdue the giant monster that was so much smaller.

And Dali. Instant Kill

He didn't even blink, clearly used to this situation.

Cold blood

The young wizards unconsciously filled in this scenario in their minds.

This brings to mind the previous news that a single curse had caused Gryffindor to turn on each other.

too terrifying

Such powerful dark magic, such powerful curses, and you still say you're not a dark wizard?!

The main reason was that Dudley didn't want to engage in close combat with the troll. In his opinion, the troll's greatest strength wasn't its size or power, but the stench it constantly emitted.

Smell can also be a form of aggression.

Nobody wants to fight a pile of poop.

In particular, Dudley's own attack method is still melee combat.

There's a saying, "A mop covered in poop is like Lu Bu reborn," meaning the giant smells worse than poop.

That's why he used that combination of attack methods, and it seems to be working quite well.

It could be used to fight wizards.

To the astonishment of the young wizards, Dudley pulled out a bottle and walked toward the troll.

Since the dead are already dead, let's gather some magic potions while we're at it.

This scene was witnessed by the young Slytherin wizards.

This guy doesn't even spare corpses!

No, the great Mr. Dursley is experimenting with new black magic!

That's how rumors spread.

(End of this chapter)