Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he just wants to be a superhero

Hermione subconsciously took a step back, slowly raised her head, and looked at the behemoth in front of her, who was a full 12 feet tall and weighed over a ton.

The troll's huge body was like a small mountain, and the shadow it cast completely enveloped Hermione. Its rough skin was gray-black and cracked, exuding a burst of putrid气息. Every time it swung its thick arms, it would bring a chilling gust of wind.

Hermione swallowed, her voice trembling involuntarily: "Harry, stop joking, this is not a task I can accomplish at all!"

Harry patted Hermione on the shoulder, helping her strengthen the current, and encouraged her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. This is a very good practical opportunity, and there will be no danger. Do you still remember those spells you learned? As long as the casting time is right, it will definitely work!"

Encouraged by Harry, Hermione finally faced reality and pointed her wand at the troll.

Although she mustered her courage, Hermione really didn't know how to defeat this behemoth.

The troll has magic-resistant skin, and ordinary spells can't cause him any harm at all.

Could it be that she should use the Levitation Charm to snatch the troll's club, and then use gravity to let the club fall naturally, hitting the troll's head and knocking him unconscious?

How is this possible?

Even Harry's powerful attack just now couldn't cause substantial damage to the troll, let alone a falling club.

Then change the method, rush to the troll's head, and stab its nostrils with the wand, directly piercing its brain?

That won't work either. Don't even mention how to climb to the top of the troll's head, even if the troll stood still and let her stab, she wouldn't be able to cause the troll any harm.

Hermione turned her little head and quickly came up with a plan.

She quickly chanted: "Petrificus Totalus!"

The Petrification Charm landed on the troll, only making its body stiff for a moment, and Hermione seized this moment of opportunity.

She quickly chanted again: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The Levitation Charm accurately landed on the club in the troll's hand. Because the Petrification Charm caused the troll's body to stiffen temporarily, the club easily broke away from the troll's palm, flew to the highest point of the toilet, and then fell.

The troll was still looking at its palm in confusion, wondering why the club in its hand was gone.

Soon, the club in the air fell down, just hitting the top of the troll's head.

The troll swayed, barely maintaining its balance, but at this time Hermione cast another well-timed Petrification Charm!

The second Petrification Charm followed the club, landing on the troll, and this time the troll directly lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she shouted loudly: "Incendio!"

The scorching flames spewed out from the tip of the wand, covering the troll.

The troll screamed in the flames, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, mixed with the stench emanating from the troll, making people sick.

The flames crackled and burned, the troll's skin slowly festered, and grease exuded from the granite-like skin, crackling under the scorching flames.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She thought the troll would be burned to death, but she didn't expect the troll to recover and quickly get up, becoming even more violent due to the pain. It grabbed the burning club and slammed it in her direction!

Even though her body was strengthened by the current, Little Otter was obviously frightened because she had too little practical experience, and she was about to be hit by the burning club.

At this critical moment, Harry held his wand and chanted: "Avada Kedavra!"

A dazzling emerald green light flashed, carrying the aura of death and chilling power, and hit the troll straight at lightning speed.

At the landing point of the emerald green beam, it seemed that time and space were distorted, and a powerful magical wave spread around at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The troll's body was like being torn apart by an invisible hand, rapidly decomposing and collapsing from the part in contact with the light. Muscles, bones, hair…

All the body tissues were transformed into countless fine powders under this mysterious and terrifying force, and gently scattered with a breeze!

If it weren't for the remaining traces representing that the troll had stood there, all the little wizards would have thought it was just a hallucination, as if the troll had never appeared!

The professors, led by Professor McGonagall, rushed over. As soon as they stepped into the public toilet, what caught their eyes was a terrifying and eerie scene:

The air was still filled with a thick burnt smell, and traces of battle remained on the ground, with stones and dust scattered all over the place.

And that disgusting and hideous troll was slowly decomposing under a green beam exuding a terrifying aura.

Its thick limbs and twisted face were gradually turning into powder and dissipating into the air under the shroud of this green light.

That dazzling green light instantly struck the depths of the professors' memories, bearing a high degree of similarity to a notorious curse in their minds.

Although the effect presented at this moment was slightly different from the Killing Curse in their memory, they instinctively believed that this was a more evil and more forbidden terrifying curse.

For a moment, the professors stood there dumbfounded, their eyes full of horror and disbelief.

What made them dare not believe was that the person who cast this curse was actually the savior whom they had placed high hopes on!

Merlin's unwashed pants for ten years! Is this a hallucination?

How could the savior learn the Killing Curse in the first grade?

Where did he get the Killing Curse learning method?

Don't even mention the savior, even the Dark Lord had never mastered the three Unforgivable Curses in the first grade!

Who is the Dark Lord and who is the Savior?

They can't tell, they really can't tell ah ah ah ah ah!

The whole place was silent for a while, with only a trace of embers slowly burning.

At this time, Quirrell stared intently at the place where the troll disappeared, and suddenly let out a weak sob.

He sat on a toilet, clutching his chest tightly, with a look of pain on his face.

He suddenly drew his wand, with a fierce look on his face, his eyes widened, staring at Harry, his eyes full of hatred and disbelief, as if looking at a heinous criminal.

He strained his throat and roared hoarsely: "Harry Potter, you actually cast an Unforgivable Curse at Hogwarts. You will lose your identity as the savior, be spurned by all wizards, and be subject to the most severe sanctions from the Ministry of Magic!"

Quirrell's roar was like a bomb, exploding in a silent pool, splashing monstrous waves.

Except for Hermione, Ron, and Pansy, a few other little wizards subconsciously retreated, looking at Harry with horrified expressions.

Even Professor McGonagall drew her wand at some point, making a defensive posture.

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