With the blessing of Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery, the wooden stick flew backward and struck the troll's head in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, Vizette's heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.
Facing a life-or-death crisis, he actually felt a kind of... exhilarating sensation.
He used his understanding of magic to estimate the club's landing point, dispelled the levitation spell, and ensured the club struck the troll's head with perfect accuracy...
Bang!
With a chilling cracking sound, the giant's head, like a whack-a-mole in a game, was smashed into its chest by a wooden stick.
The bewildered giant staggered and struggled forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.
"Spot on! Ravenclaw scores!"
"He's a promising batting prospect!"
Fred and George high-fived each other, looking even happier than Vizette.
Vizette coughed lightly, reminding them, "Um... Ron and the others are still buried in the wall..."
"Oh! That's right!" The twins rushed towards the collapsed wall. "Ron! Are you still alive?"
"Live! Live!" Hermione, Ron, and Harry's voices rang out simultaneously.
"Then we'll be right there!"
Just as the twins passed the troll, something strange happened—the troll actually stood up again.
"Is this a zombie coming back to life?"
The twins, filled with doubt and suspicion, leaned against the wall behind them and quickly moved away from the giant that had risen again.
The headless behemoth broke through the smoke and dust, suddenly raising its hands like a zombie craving fresh flesh and blood, and charged towards Vizette.
At this moment, the giant monster was like a puppet on strings, with each step it took feeling stiff and eerie.
Fred and George noticed the troll's unusual behavior and immediately realized what was happening. They shouted to Vizette, "Vizette, run! It's after you! Run!"
"Petrificus Totalus! Shock absorption and speed reduction! Strategic changes! Shoes stick to the ground!"
They waved their wands repeatedly, various magical lights flashing, desperately trying to stop the giant's advance.
However, the troll itself possessed extremely strong magic resistance, making it difficult for the two of them to inflict effective damage with their magic.
Even shapeshifting magic worked the same way; even if the twins conjured ropes, the giant would break free.
The terrifying nature of the XXXX-level dangerous creature was fully revealed at this moment.
"Vizette! Run to the Great Hall! There's a door there that can keep the trolls out!"
"Vizette! Move! Are you scared? Fred, let's go!"
Fred and George ran and shouted, resorting to the most primitive method: leaping onto the giant's back.
This attempt was futile; the giant simply swayed its body violently from side to side, throwing the two of them against the wall.
The two of them groaned in unison, closed their eyes, and fell into a brief coma.
The ground trembled continuously, and the giant monster, like a tank at full power, drew ever closer to Vizette.
Vizette didn't retreat an inch; only one image remained in his mind: the troll's granite-like skin rapidly peeling away, revealing the flesh beneath that was rotting and oozing pus...
Sickly Curse.
This was a type of magic he was unwilling to use.
The Sickly Curse would stir up restlessness in the Obscurus, a feeling he disliked intensely.
However, when danger struck and transfiguration failed, the Sickly Curse was undoubtedly the most effective means.
Without further hesitation, he raised his wand high, his voice low and menacing like a viper's hiss, "Deathly Torment!"
In that instant, he felt as if a second heart was beating inside him, his core becoming incredibly agitated, like a powder keg about to explode.
A thick, dark light burst from the tip of the wand, plunging straight into the troll's neck.
That was the only bloody, mangled spot, and also the place with the weakest magic resistance.
Disintegration also began at the neck.
The skin on the troll's neck peeled off, and the flesh inside rotted into a foul-smelling green liquid.
Its speed was getting slower and slower, like a vitamin C effervescent tablet thrown into water, with bubbles rising all over its body.
The bubbles kept bursting, and the giant seemed to be dissolved, its body shrinking smaller and smaller until it turned into an incredibly foul-smelling green slime that flowed all over the ground.
Finally, it could no longer maintain its shape and collapsed to the ground like mud, splashing out a large pool of foul-smelling green slime.
Vizette's robes were stained with a lot of green slime, but he didn't care and instinctively covered his head.
Malice surged like a tidal wave, constantly assaulting his consciousness.
He became increasingly dizzy and disoriented, even losing his balance, and involuntarily began to back away step by step...
He could hear the concerned voices of Fred and George in his ears.
"Hey! Vizette, are you alright? What just happened?"
"You look terrible, why don't you go rest in the auditorium? There's hardly anyone there..."
"Why are you emitting black smoke? That's so cool!"
"Black aura emanating from its body, that's a good idea! George, write it down!"
Just as Vizette was about to fall, two hands caught him, preventing him from collapsing to the ground.
The twins' cheerfulness was even more infectious; Vizette felt as if a ray of light had appeared before his eyes, suppressing the surging wave of malice.
The Guardian Meditation Method
Seizing this rare opportunity, Vizette entered a meditative state to calm himself down.
Everything was returning to normal, and the meticulously decorated auditorium appeared in his mind, while the sound of the twins gagging reached his ears.
"Ugh... What happened? Why did the troll turn into stinky water?"
"Who cares? If I want to make dung balls, I'll have to buy cadaverine, and I don't think that smells as pungent as this... Ugh!"
"Ugh...that's true, and corpse odor extract is ridiculously expensive, we need to collect more!"
Hearing the twins' conversation, Vizette smiled.
Fred and George were really bold; they could ignore the pain in their bodies and still collect the green slime on the ground, seemingly intending to use it to make dung balls.
Perhaps infected by the twins, Vizette felt the sweeping malice becoming increasingly powerless.
He immediately seized the opportunity, gripped his wand tightly, and drew a smooth "S" arc in the air, "Scourgify!"
The wand glowed with a silver-blue light, and a vortex formed.
The cyclone not only removed the green slime from the robe, but also swept away the malice brought by the Obscurus core.
At that moment, Dumbledore's voice came from outside the Great Hall.
"Shall I help you? If Mr. Filch finds out much later, he'll probably be furious."
...
The auditorium finally became a bit more lively, with a Halloween-like atmosphere.
Fred and George stood like royal guards in front of two large bottles filled with green slime, blocking Percy as he paced back and forth, as if Percy were a dragon coveting treasure.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron stood to the side; they were not injured, but they were covered in dust and looked quite disheveled.
All three of them kept their heads down, appearing to humbly accept criticism.
Penelope sat down next to Vizette and asked with concern, "Should I take you to the school clinic? You look terrible, like a sheet of paper..."
Dumbledore was also in the Great Hall, with four professors standing behind him, each with a different expression.
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