A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The wand pointed at the floor beneath the troll's feet, but like Filch's office, the floor here had been specially treated. The magic spell flew over and was immediately bounced away!

"Ah...ha!" The troll ignored the little one's actions and swiped it with a stick.

Rogge rolled over quickly, the stick whizzing past his head. He was three inches away from the wall, and Death was already raising the scythe of life behind him. Maybe at this time it will say: My sickle cuts off the soul and returns it.

Seeing that its prey had no way to escape, the troll roared happily, and the entire corridor was filled with the stench of smelly socks mixed with rotten eggs. Rogge wrinkled his nose. If he hadn't been strong-willed, he would have been fainted by the poisonous gas.

It raised the big wooden stick with both hands and hit Rogge's head high in the air. Rogge, who was trapped in death, became calmer and calmer. He stared at the big wooden stick attentively and held the wand in his hand tighter.

Like a knight who fights alone, the wand is his only weapon. He trusted his wand with all his heart and poured all the magic into it. The unicorn heartstring felt the master's heart and glowed with crimson light.

The magic power flows back through the double helix sandalwood and returns to the body as a stream of heat. The magic power on the panel quickly increased from 3.5 to 15. He felt the surging magic power, his back became straighter and straighter, and he raised his head high to stare at the giant monster.

"Cotton clouds are fluffy!" Rogge shouted the spell loudly, and strengthened the spell with Wila.

I saw the wand ejecting a powerful crimson beam. The target was not the troll, but the stick that almost broke the speed of sound. In the troll's puzzled eyes, the stick in his hand instantly turned into a ball of soft cotton.

"Successful!" Rogge exhaled, the battle is over, he won!

The troll's brute force blow caused the cotton swab to explode and disintegrate in the air. The cotton wool flying all over the sky is like goose feathers and heavy snow falling. More importantly, it lost its center of gravity due to excessive force. The huge and heavy body could not be supported by the soles of the feet, and the whole body fell forward.

Click!

The sound is so clear and sweet that one's teeth can't help but ache after hearing it. The troll's ankle was broken almost at a right angle. Before it could feel the pain, its body hit the floor hard.

boom!

Like a small earthquake, Rogge felt the entire corridor shaking. The white flying catkins were shaken away, like a light rain of feathers, and the strands spiraled down gracefully and gently. The scene was thrilling and beautiful.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!" Faced with the temporarily unconscious giant monster, Rogge showed no mercy. He wasn't Harry, and there was always someone watching him at school.

The black magic accurately flew into the troll's eye socket, and then emerged from the back of its head. The capacity of my brain, which was originally small, was all lost at once. Rogge stepped over the corpse of the troll and left the corridor, the blood behind him staining the cotton wool bright red.

Both his magic power and physical strength were exhausted, and he rested against the broken statue. There was a sound of footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Principal Dumbledore and other professors arrived.

"The police are always the last one out," Roger quipped weakly.

"Halloween tonight, may the magic always be with you." Rogge, who was in a mess, gracefully bowed to the principal and professors, and sent his Halloween blessings.

"Rogg!" Hermione cried, rushing over and running into Rogge's arms.

"Ahem..." Rogge looked at Hermione with a wry smile, and said slightly jokingly: "Hermione, why do I feel that your strength is about the same as a troll's."

Principal Dumbledore looked at the dead troll. A layer of cotton wool fell on it, like a shroud. The hole in his head was still spurting blood out, gurgling like a spring.

"Roger, what's going on?" Principal Dumbledore was very shocked. He didn't expect that a first-year freshman could kill a troll.

"As you can see, Principal." Rogge shrugged and pulled Hermione in his arms to let her get up first.

"Hermione and I went to the library to look up information in the afternoon, and when we came back we met this stupid guy."

"Then what? This is a giant monster! You...can't you find a teacher?" Professor McGonagall kept patting her chest. The ruins of the corridor and the corpse of the giant monster frightened her.

If something bad happens to a student because of an intruding troll, she... Professor McGonagall thought and became more and more impatient.

"Professor, the troll was blocking the entrance to the auditorium. We couldn't avoid it..." Hermione explained quickly, "Then the troll came towards us. Only after Roger lured the troll away did I have a chance to find you. "

"Actually, this guy is very stupid, as funny as a circus monkey." Seeing that Hermione was about to cry, Roger quickly spoke more relaxedly, but Hermione cried even harder.

"Really." Rogge looked at the principal's hesitant eyes and added: "I originally wanted to use a transformation spell to turn the floor into a swamp to trap it. Unfortunately, the anti-magic spell on the school floor was so good that even the transformation spell wouldn't work on it. It bounced off."

"Transfiguration spell?" Principal Dumbledore nodded, "Smart idea. What next?"

"Then it was very simple. I turned the big wooden stick in the stupid guy's hand into cotton." Rogge said and demonstrated, "It waved like this, and stupidly watched the wooden stick explode in the air."

"I didn't want to kill it, but there was no way at that time. There was a wall behind me, and the God of Death was standing there." Rogge sighed, with a look of regret on his face as he had killed the troll.

"Fortunately, I just learned Shen Feng Wu Ying, otherwise..." Rogge made a fearful expression and looked at Snape eagerly, as if to say: Dean, you have to make the decision for me.

After checking the troll, Snape nodded to Dumbledore: "I taught him the spell."

Dumbledore pondered for a while and said seriously: "Ending a life is never easy. I understand the situation you were in when you killed the troll."

"But please remember, we do not become darkness to defeat the darkness, but to protect the light." Dumbledore did not find any loopholes in the scene and Rogge's description, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"Roger, you showed your strategy. Five points for Slytherin." Dumbledore praised, and then looked at Hermione: "Hermione, your loyalty to your friends also adds five points for Gryffindor."

"Children, tonight is Halloween. May the magic be with you always." Principal Dumbledore waved his wand, and the corridor that had been turned into ruins by the troll was restored to new glory. The cotton wool on his body happened to lose its magic power and turned into scratchy sawdust.

"Dean, is this giant monster my trophy?" Rogge looked at Snape expectantly. He didn't speak but nodded.

"Great, this giant monster is very complete." Rogge completely forgot about the terror of the troll and counted them with his fingers: "The troll's nose is a material for potions, its eyes can also be used as specimens, and its skin It has high anti-magic properties and is a good research object, maybe..."

"Okay, it's time for you to go back!" Professor McGonagall frowned. It had only been a short time since school started, but Snape was leading such a good kid.

After she said this, Roger remembered that he smelled bad. He groaned like a regurgitating cat, almost spitting out bile.

Without the participation of Harry and Ron, the Gryffindor Triangle is currently making no progress. However, because of the secrets under the trap door, Harry and Ron often violated curfew, and Hermione had to keep an eye on them for house points.

"Hey, it would be nice if Hermione was in Slytherin." Roger closed the book. Snape didn't let him go on Sunday, sending a message asking him to report to the dungeon. No need to think about it, I must go to Black Lake to collect herbs.

"Dean, I wish you a colorful life!" Rogge had a slightly sinister smile. In retaliation, he left a letter to Mrs. Pince in Snape's name.

"Where's today's potion?" Snape glanced at Rogge and asked gloomily.

"Ah!" He was stunned, "Professor, I seem, I should, really didn't do it."

Looking at Snape's increasingly unkind eyes, Rogge swallowed. Now he has to hand over 20 bottles at a time. Isn’t this exhausting him to death?

Snape did not continue the sarcasm. He shook off his cloak and set up the cauldron. Rogge quickly watched attentively. This was one of Snape's few hands-on teachings.