Return of Salazar Slytherin

A sudden turn of events - this is the most appropriate word to describe the battle situation.

The crazy troll no longer dodges Daphne's attack and slaps Daphne with the big stick at the cost of an extra wound on his chest. If she hadn't been good at flying, she would have suffered a big loss.

But even if she dodged the blow, the negative impact of this mistake was not eliminated, and she suddenly lost the initiative. The troll's attack became more and more fierce, and Daphne was struggling to survive.

At this time, the disadvantages of using flying magic were exposed. In order to avoid the troll's attack, Daphne could only focus all her attention on controlling the flying magic, leaving almost no time to fight back.

However, such a violent attack was naturally unsustainable. The speed of the giant's swinging stick slowly decreased. Daphne finally found a chance to distance herself from it and pointed the wand in her hand at it.

Who would have thought that the slowed-down wooden stick in the troll's hand would suddenly accelerate, forcing Daphne to hastily cast defensive magic. Several hexagonal transparent shields emerged in front of her, forming a barrier in front of her.

Daphne's accomplishments in defensive magic were obviously not as good as flying magic. The barrier she deployed was shattered by the giant monster, and she also hit the wall of the corridor.

The next moment, the troll's free hand grasped her ankle and lifted her head down.

"Save me!" Daphne subconsciously looked at the corner where Rhys was standing, hoping to be rescued by him, but found only indifference in his eyes amidst her panic and anxiety.

Rhys stood there quietly, his hands wrapped in the sleeves of his robe, like a spectator.

Stand by and watch - the term could not be more appropriate here.

After meeting Rhys' cold gaze, Daphne instantly regained her composure as if she had been splashed with ice water.

"Wind blade!"

The troll's head, the size of a cocoa bean, was directly opposite her. Daphne took advantage of the troll's success and when it was relaxed, raised her wand and cast an attack spell on its head.

The wind blade formed by the spell slashed across the giant monster's face and hit the bridge of its nose. The wind blade cut off the bridge of its nose, scratched two eyeballs, and almost cut off half of the monster's head.

The same two-inch wound had a completely different effect on the head than on the back.

*RooOOOArrr*

The troll threw away the wooden stick from his right hand and Daphne from his left hand, held the wound on his head in vain with his hands, and let out an earth-shattering scream.

Daphne, who was in shock, immediately used all her strength to maintain her balance after being thrown out and then flew back dozens of feet to distance herself from the troll. Standing in the distance, waiting for this dying giant to drain out the last bit of life in its body.

"RooOOaar"

"Ro..oar... Oooa..r.."

After seeing Daphne getting out of danger and injuring the troll, Rhys also let go of the wand hidden under his sleeve. But on the surface, he still maintained his indifferent appearance.

*Thud!*

The troll hit the floor like a collapsing hill, making a deafening noise.

"Congratulations, you passed this practical training." Rhys applauded Daphne.

'I.. I really managed to kill the troll..? Or was it Rhys who killed it..?' Daphne froze in place for a while, and then she realized: Did Rhys really not save her just now?! She really did kill the monster on her own!!

"You really weren't going to help me..?"

"This was your actual combat exercise. I told you to complete it independently." Rhys spread his hands and said that he had already said it clearly before. Why would you ask such a question?

Daphne sighed. Even though he had made it clear beforehand, she still had a bit of hope in her heart, thinking that she had a special status in Rhys's heart and that he would not really let her be eaten by the troll.

result...

This truth was cruel to her. Maybe it was just a matter of convenience that Rhys taught her the spell.

"It's time to go." Rhys's expression changed, he took out the wand from his sleeve, cast a disillusionment spell on himself and Daphne, and then trotted away from the "crime scene" with her. Before leaving, Rhys also used his wand to blow out a stream of smoke, destroying the traces they left on the scene.

Looking at Rhys's actions, Daphne suddenly narrowed her eyes: Where did this guy take out the wand just now?

Less than a minute after the two left, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick arrived.

"Minerva, I heard—"

"I heard it too, look over there."

The two professors easily discovered the corpse of the troll, and they both frowned as they looked at the situation at the scene.

"This monster was just killed, not more than five minutes have passed." Professor Flitwick squatted beside it and observed the state of its corpse, as if he wasn't bothered by the filthy blood the stench of the giant monster.

From the temperature of the corpse, he concluded that the giant monster was very "fresh".

"Revelio!" Professor McGonagall made a prompt decision, trying to reveal hidden objects, people, or clues that might be useful to know what happened here a few minutes ago.

There was a faint phantom floating in the air, but when the phantom was about to take shape, a puff of smoke suddenly appeared in the corridor, disturbing the formation of the phantom.

"I was disturbed." Professor McGonagall sighed. The wizard who killed this giant monster was indeed no ordinary person. She carefully observed the corpse of the troll, hoping to analyze some useful information from it.

From the size and shape of the killed Troll, it is not difficult to tell that it was an adult Mountain Troll. It was killed by someone using a cutting curse or other spells, and the fatal wound was on the face. But the depth of the wound on its body is too shallow. Only a blow to the head can give the troll a fatal blow with such deep trauma. Hitting other parts of the body will completely irritate it.

Professor McGonagall was lost in thought.

She kept thinking, trying to make sense of the situation. Slowly, a blurry image of the wizard who killed the giant monster emerged in Professor McGonagall's mind: Facing the approaching giant monster step by step, the man was not nervous, but instead casually cast a few magic spells for fun, leaving several wounds on the giant monster's body. The man was playing with it. When it was enraged and rushed towards him, the man casually used a cutting spell to kill the giant monster.

He is an opponent worthy of attention!

After sharing her speculation with Professor Flitwick, Professor Flitwick also narrowed his eyes.

"Using a Mountain Troll as his plaything, he must not be an ordinary man, he could have killed it with just a spell but he tortured it before draining all the blood. This kind of person is lurking in Hogwarts only for that thing." Flitwick reminded Professor McGonagall that there is still something hidden under the corridor on the third floor. 

For the stone!

Professor McGonagall's expression suddenly became solemn.

"How this mountain troll came inside Hogwarts is also very suspicious. It has never happened like this in so many years. If it was put in artificially, it means that there is more than one force coveting the stone and sneaking into Hogwarts."

The worry lingered in Professor McGonagall's heart. She was actually a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore's arrangements.

When the Philosopher's Stone was stored in Gringotts, someone tried to break into Gringotts to steal it. But predicting that to happen, Dumbledore had already moved it to the school even though he knew that someone was concerned about the Philosopher's Stone.

This act of Dumbledore was like inviting the other party to Hogwarts for the stone. This action endangered the safety of the students.

Professor McGonagall decided to have a good chat with Dumbledore.

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