Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

After successfully killing the troll, Mike only felt that he had no strength at all. He struggled to get up and leaned his back against the wall. After posing in a comfortable position, he began to wait for the professors to arrive.

The first person to arrive at the scene was Professor Flitwick. It was hard to imagine how his short legs rushed to the scene in front of all the professors.

But this is also understandable, Mike is a student he is quite optimistic about. If he died in the hands of a stupid troll, he would blame himself for a long time.

When he arrived at the scene, what he saw was not the scene he expected Mike to be chased around by trolls.

Instead, Mike was sitting in the corner with a sloe wand, gasping for breath, and not far from him was the troll who made them have to suspend the Halloween dinner.

It's just that now the troll can no longer move, and its entire upper body is roasted.

Especially the head and neck, which were almost burned with only scorched bones.

Its hands are still firmly fixed behind the back by the confinement spell, and the whole body is bowed in an extremely twisted posture.

The right thigh has been broken, and the exposed bone spurs can be clearly seen outside the wound. On the ground was a large pool of dark red liquid, which was the coagulated blood of the giant monster.

There is a strong stench in the air, and there is also a little aroma of barbecue. This mixed smell is guaranteed to make people not want to eat barbecue for a lifetime after smelling it.

McGonagall and others who arrived later were shocked by this scene. They once thought that maybe Mike, a first-year freshman, could defeat the troll with his own wisdom.

What I didn't expect was that the troll would be killed in an almost brutal way.

As for Hermione and Harry, they had already vomited for a long time.

"Aren't you injured?" Professor Flitwick was the one who hurt Mike the most. When everyone else was shocked by the death of the troll, only Professor Flitwick responded and began to ask about Mike's status.

"It's okay, Dean, I'm just a little out of strength."

"It's alright! You're doing a great job! Beautiful fire spell, I was far worse than you when I was your age."

It seems that Flitwick doesn't care about the life and death of the troll at all, he only cares about Mike's safety.

But some people don't think much of it.

"How dare you! How dare you do this!" Professor McGonagall angered, "Do you know how dangerous this is! A troll can easily crush you with one finger!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall say that to Mike, Hermione was unhappy, she fought back her nausea and said, "It's all my fault! Mike only met the troll because he took me to the auditorium. It was also because he protected me that he was alone. Leave the one holding the troll."

Professor McGonagall was embarrassed by Hermione, but Professor Flitwick helped her out at this time.

"Okay, it's enough for everyone to be safe." Flitwick helped Mike up. "In addition, in recognition of Mike's bravery and wit, Ravenclaw will add 20 points!"

Mike was a little moved. He had been in this world for so long, and Professor Flitwick was the first person who truly treated him well.

He could feel that Flitwick looked at him like a promising junior of his own. He had never felt that kind of gaze in his two lifetimes combined.

"Okay, we shouldn't stay here for a long time. Let's go back quickly. Mike needs to go to Madam Pomfrey's place to check." After that, Flitwick and Hermione helped Mike out of the stinky women's bathroom.

Mag's heart was full of mixed feelings, Hermione was her favorite student, and her personality was very similar to when she was young.

Looking at Hermione who was supporting Mike at this time, Professor McGonagall actually had a feeling that her own cabbage was being arched by a pig.

Looking at Mike and Hermione, and then turning to look at Harry and Ron who were still vomiting, McGonagall became angrier as she thought about it, picked up their ears and walked towards Gryffindor.

Snape was left alone at the scene. He didn't say a word just now, and he even had a poor sense of existence, which didn't quite fit his personality.

At this time, he did not choose to leave like the others. His eyes swept the field round after round, trying to restore the whole process of the battle just now, which was not difficult for him.

Finally, his eyes stayed on the troll's hands that were still bound behind him and the right leg that was still stuck to his left leg after being broken, and he did not leave for a long time.

Madam Pomfrey was eating pumpkin pie when Hermione and Professor Flitwick sent Mike to the infirmary, and the dinner just now ended abruptly because of the troll before she was full.

It was already late at night when Madam Pomfrey helped Mike with the examination. Although Mike was only out of strength, Madam Pomfrey decided to let Mike rest in the infirmary for the night just to be on the safe side.

After confirming that Mike was fine, Hermione reluctantly left the infirmary under the escort of Professor Flitwick.

At this time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Snape was reporting to Headmaster Dumbledore what he had just seen and heard.

"Our dear Mr. Townley is a tough character, with an amazing talent for combat and a moment of cruelty," Snape said in his signature low voice.

Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting on the desk opposite him, did not speak, but raised the hand holding the pen to signal Snape to continue.

"He first limited the movement speed of the troll with a leg lock spell, which is very clever." Snape walked to Dumbledore's table, "Only those wizards with rich experience in hunting demons understand this kind of dealing with giant creatures. method."

"Mr Townley could actually get away with the leg lock spell, but he didn't.

He chose to use the Imprisonment Charm to immobilize the troll, and finally used the Fire Charm to burn the troll to death.

Do you know what that means?

This means that Mr. Townley still chose to kill an enemy who had completely lost his ability to resist. This is not what a first-year wizard should think. "

Dumbledore finally stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head and said to Snape expressionlessly: "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

Snape turned around and left, unambiguously.

The office became very quiet, and even the crackling of the firewood burning in the stove could be clearly heard.

Dumbledore didn't continue what he was doing, he stood up and walked over to Phoenix Fox, who was sorting his feathers on the corner stand.

He scratched the back of Fox's head lightly, and Fox was very comfortable with his scratching, squinting his eyes and leaning his head back hard.

"Looks like we need to find time to talk to little Mike." A voice so soft that it was barely audible came from Dumbledore's mouth.

Fox also didn't seem to hear what Dumbledore was saying, and opened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore with puzzled eyes.