"Hmph. Since you wanted to see it, watch carefully," the thought flashed through his mind.
Basil stepped forward and raised his wand above his brow.
A black-red muddy current coiled around the surface of the wand.
The Magic Field began to turn as well.
The troll had already reached the door.
The killing intent Riddle had envisioned, clear as the sky, was now realized within Basil.
It lay concealed beneath the muddy current.
He gently closed his eyes.
The troll was photographed.
Its clumsy posture as it poked its head around while holding a wooden club appeared in the Grimoire.
Rustle!
Gems: 27261.985 (-2000) Inscription began. Summoning Card: Troll created.
This also meant that its death was imminent.
Not even a second had passed.
Without checking the card or paying attention to the information in his mind,
relying on the three-dimensional view of Hogwarts in his mind, the wooden door seemed to vanish, and the troll's bald little head appeared before his eyes.
If he relied solely on normal attacks, he dealt 13 damage with a single hit.
Without using Truth-Teller, and excluding the 50% true damage.
That might amount to nothing against a troll whose body was harder than rock and whose health was extremely high.
Even if he attacked its weak point, its most vulnerable head, it should have been the same.
But now, at this very moment.
Killing intent buried deep in his heart pulsed along with his "magic power" and spread to the tips of his nerves.
An unfounded certainty and confidence rose within him.
He took a step forward and swung his right arm.
Rumble!
A huge hole burst through the wooden door, its edges charred black and crackling with sparks.
Gray, white, green, and red slurry, along with steaming chunks of flesh,