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

Chapter 73 The savior killed someone!

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

The troll's huge body was like a hill, and its shadow completely enveloped Hermione. Its rough skin was gray, black, and cracked, emitting bursts of foul odor. Every time it swung its thick arms, it would create a terrifying gust of wind.

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

Harry patted Hermione's shoulder, helped her strengthen her energy with electricity, and encouraged her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. This is a good opportunity to practice, and there's no danger. Do you remember the spells you learned? As long as you cast them at the right time, you'll be able to do it!"

With Harry's encouragement, Hermione finally faced reality and pointed her wand at the troll.

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

The troll has magic-resistant skin, and ordinary spells cannot cause any damage to him.

Could it be that he wanted her to use the levitation spell to take the club away from the troll's hand, and then use gravity to let the club fall naturally, hitting the troll on the head and knocking him unconscious?

How can this be?

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

How about another way, rush to the troll's head, poke its nostrils with the magic wand, and directly pierce its brain?
This won't work either. Forget about climbing to the top of the troll. Even if the troll stands still and lets her poke it, she won't be able to cause any damage to it.

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

She quickly chanted the spell: "Petrificus Totalus (Petrification)!"

The petrification curse on the troll only made its body stiff for a moment, and Hermione seized this opportunity.

She chanted the incantation again quickly: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The levitation spell fell accurately on the stick in the troll's hand. Because the petrification spell caused the troll's body to temporarily stiffen, the stick easily escaped from the troll's palm, flew to the highest point of the toilet, and then fell down.

The giant monster was still looking at his palm in confusion, wondering why the big stick in his hand had disappeared.

Soon, the big stick in the air fell down and hit the troll on the head.

The troll was staggering, barely maintaining its balance, but at this moment Hermione cast another well-timed petrification spell!
The second petrification spell followed the big stick and fell on the troll. This time the troll lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground.

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

Scorching flames gushed out from the tip of the wand, covering the troll.

The troll screamed in the flames, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, mixed with the stench emanating from the troll, which was nauseating.

The flames crackled and the troll's skin slowly festered. Oil oozed out from its granite-like skin, crackling under the burning flames.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She thought the troll would be burned to death, but she didn't expect that after the troll recovered, it quickly stood up, became more violent due to the severe pain, grabbed the burning stick, and hit her!

Even though his body had been strengthened by the electric current, the little otter was obviously frightened because of his lack of practical experience. He was about to be hit by the burning stick. At this critical moment, Harry held his wand and chanted: "Avada bite the big melon!"

A bright green light flashed, carrying the breath of death and terrifying power, and hit the giant monster directly with lightning speed.

At the point where the emerald green beam landed, it seemed as if time and space were distorted, and a powerful magical wave spread out in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The giant's body was like being torn apart by an invisible hand, rapidly disintegrating and collapsing from the parts that touched the light. Muscles, bones, hair...

All body tissues were transformed into countless tiny powders by this mysterious and terrifying force, and drifted away gently with the breeze!
If it weren't for the remaining traces indicating that the troll had once stood there, all the little wizards would have thought it was an illusion, as if the troll had never appeared!

Professors led by Professor McGonagall hurried over. As soon as they stepped into the public restroom, they were greeted by a terrifying and bizarre scene:
The air was still filled with a thick smell of burning, and traces of fighting remained on the ground, with stones and dust scattered all over the ground.

And that disgusting and hideous giant monster was slowly decomposing in a creepy posture under a green beam of light that exuded a terrifying aura.

Its thick limbs and twisted face were gradually turned into powder and dissipated into the air under the cover of the green light.

The dazzling green light instantly struck the depths of the professors' memories, and was highly similar to a certain infamous spell in their minds.

Although the effect at this moment was slightly different from the Killing Curse in their memories, they instinctively concluded that this was a more evil and taboo horror spell than the Killing Curse.

For a moment, the professors stood there in a daze, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

Their lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

What they couldn't believe was that the person who cast this spell was actually the savior they had high hopes for!

Merlin's pants haven't been washed in ten years! Is this an illusion?

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

Where did he get the method to learn the Killing Curse?
Not to mention the savior, even the Dark Lord had not mastered the three unforgivable curses when he was in his first year!
Who is the Dark Lord and who is the savior?
They can’t tell the difference, they really can’t tell the difference!
The whole audience was silent for a moment, with only a trace of fire burning slowly.

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

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

He suddenly drew out his wand, his face showing a ferocious look, his eyes widened, staring at Harry, his eyes full of hatred and disbelief, as if he was looking at a heinous criminal.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Harry Potter, you actually cast an Unforgivable Curse in Hogwarts. You will lose your status as the savior, be despised by all wizards, and receive the most severe sanctions from the Ministry of Magic!"

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

Except for Hermione, Ron and Pansy, the other young wizards subconsciously stepped back and looked at Harry with horror.

Even Professor McGonagall drew her wand and took a defensive stance at some point.

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