Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Hey, look who this is?" Mike slowly approached Hermione, "Oh! A little tabby cat."

Hermione heard Mike's voice and didn't respond, but turned her head quickly so that Mike couldn't see her face, and wiped her face with her hands, trying to prevent Mike from realizing that she had just cried.

Seeing Hermione's gesture, Mike couldn't help but think of his daughter in his previous life, thinking that Trish was like this when she was wronged.

"Whoever bullies you, I'll kick their ass." Mike handed a handkerchief, "Don't keep wiping your eyes with your hands, it's not good for your eyes. You don't want to wear big glasses like Harry did, right? ? That wouldn't look good."

Listening to Mike's gentle words, Hermione only felt that the tears she had managed to hold back flowed down again.

"They all hate me!"

Mike put a hand on Hermione's back and patted it gently. The child was so excited that he was coughing.

"It's okay, don't you still have me? I'll always be your friend."

Hearing that, Hermione turned her head and threw herself into Mike's arms, crying loudly, tears and snot soaking through Mike's robes in a short while.

Mike hugged the crying Hermione in his arms, patted her back, and kept saying the words he had coaxed into his daughter in his previous life.

It took a long time for Hermione to stop crying, but she did not leave Mike's embrace, buried her face in Mike's chest and said in a muffled voice:

"Am I particularly annoying?"

"Who said it, tell me who said it, and I'll kick his ass."

"No one says that about me, it's just me who thinks so."

The poor little girl is still protecting her friend, afraid that Mike will actually kick Ron's ass.

He was very good at coaxing children, Mike. He had accumulated a lot of experience in his previous life, and he could coax Hermione to stop crying in a few words.

"Okay, it's Halloween today! Let's go to the auditorium." Mike took Hermione's hand. "You shed a lot of tears today. You must eat more later."

Hermione slapped Mike angrily, but didn't refuse Mike to hold her hand.

Mike took Hermione to turn left and right in the castle. At first, Hermione didn't care, but after a while, Hermione finally noticed the abnormality.

"This doesn't seem to be the way to the hall, does it?"

"Really? Maybe I remembered it wrong."

Mike played around with Hermione casually, which was part of his plan.

Take Hermione to find the troll together. After finding it, let Hermione go to the professor immediately, and deal with the troll alone.

In this way, even if you can't beat the trolls, you can delay time and wait for the professors to come to support, which is regarded as an insurance.

Hermione did not suspect him, and was led forward by Mike.

Finally, after turning a corner, a humanoid monster with a height of 3 meters appeared in front of them.

"Go find the professor for help, I'll stop him here." Mike let go of Hermione's hand.

"No! You have to go with me!"

"Don't let it wander around the castle, go!"

Mike spoke to Hermione loudly in a commanding tone.

Hermione's eyes, startled by Mike's stern tone, turned red again, but instead of letting the tears fall, she turned and ran towards the hall.

Mike watched Hermione disappear into the corner, turned to face the giant monster in front of him, and the black thorn pear wood wand had already appeared silently in his hand.

The hunt has begun!

Mike liked hunting very much in his previous life. He once went to Africa to hunt large animals such as lions and rhinos, and he knew very well how to deal with these large creatures.

"The legs are stiff and dead!"

A leg-locking spell precisely hit the monster's right leg. To deal with such large creatures, it is necessary to find a way to reduce their movement speed.

Because you can't kill them in one hit,

And they usually become more ferocious when they are injured, and they will definitely not be able to run away from the trolls on their two legs.

I saw the troll who was studying the door of the women's toilet twitched violently with his right leg that was hit by the leg-locking spell, but it didn't close with his left leg.

It was forcibly freed from the leg-locking spell just now.

Just as the troll scratched his head wondering why his legs were cramping, two leg-locking spells hit his right leg again.

This time, under the effect of the two leg-locking spells, its right leg finally fits together with the normal left leg at a weird angle.

Mike even heard a squeak, which he was sure was the sound of a broken bone.

The troll screamed in pain, and with this roar similar to that of a lion, the troll fell down.

The fallen troll finally found Mike, the little bug that caused him severe pain.

It endured the huge pain, crossed its hands and intact left foot, and approached Mike at a fast and unscientific speed.

Mike immediately began to run to the side, and while running, he continued to release the heavy curse of obstacles.

This kind of mobile casting requires superb shooting skills to hit moving targets, and normal wizards will probably hit the wrong way.

But Mike is different. He was a well-known sharpshooter in the industry in his previous life.

I saw the twisting and crawling monster getting slower and slower, and every time an obstacle fell heavily on it, it would let out a roar.

The way it moves now is doing a lot of damage to its right leg, with a sharp pain coming from it with almost every twist.

Gradually, the troll's movement speed was reduced to about the same level as Mike's running speed under the heavy spells of obstacles that Mike continuously released.

Seeing this, Mike no longer released the obstacles, and instead used the rapid imprisonment, which is a spell that can imprison the whole body of the creature.

As a series of confinement spells fell on the two arms of the troll, the troll finally stopped.

Its hands were tightly bound behind its back, watching Mike, who was still strengthening the spell not far away from him, let out an unwilling roar.

Confirming that the troll could not break free in a short period of time, Mike came to the troll panting heavily. The movement and casting just now consumed a lot of his stamina.

The monster in front of it was still roaring, and with its roar, a stench that was ten thousand times more disgusting than the women's toilet that had not been cleaned for a long time rushed into Mike's nose.

Mike almost vomited from the smoke, and hurriedly pinched his nose.

At this time, the troll looked very miserable, and the right leg that was still clinging to the left leg was twisted in a weird posture.

During the crawling process just now, the broken bone in the right leg had already pierced the flesh, and a huge wound was drawn on the right leg. The blood was flowing like a stream, and soon formed on the ground. A big stall of bright red.

Looking at the troll who was still roaring at him in a miserable form in front of him, Mike raised his right hand holding his wand and aimed at the troll's grown mouth, which was his strongest spell at the moment.

"Burning flames!"

A red-and-yellow flame erupted from the tip of the blackthorn wand, drowning the troll's massive head in an instant.

The flames poured into the troll's mouth through its open mouth, burning its mouth and throat.

The troll continued to struggle in pain, and his mouth continued to pay grief.

But the bigger the mouth, the more flames poured down its throat.

Mike controlled the flame to move forward step by step. With the help of the greedy necklace on his chest, he could clearly feel that the magic power in his body was flowing from his body to his wand.

But in the process, some magic power will break away from the large force of magic power flow, and finally dissipate in the air.

Mike tried hard to control the escaping magic power and followed the large army into the wand. These magic powers were extremely difficult to control. Mike only felt that his head was about to explode.

At this moment, the greedy necklace on his chest exuded bursts of coolness, which relieved the pain and brought it to a range that Mike could accept.

As more and more mana was controlled into the wand, the flames that burned the troll began to change color.

Eventually the flames changed from red and yellow to a bright yellow that was close to white.

This bright yellow flame was extremely powerful, and in just a few seconds, it caused more damage to the troll than the sum of the previous red and yellow flames.

Soon the troll lost his voice, and Mike continued to burn uneasy for a while, until he was sure that the troll was dead and then stopped the release of the fire spell.

This hunt was won by Mike!