Raging flames spread toward Aba. Aba grew even more frightened, but then it heard Rhine raise his voice.
"Aba, don't move. It'll be over soon."
Aba, which had been about to dodge, actually froze in place and watched helplessly as the raging flames spread toward it.
Then Rhine waved his wand again. The flames immediately began to transform, turning into ropes of fire that spread along the vines wrapped around Aba.
In the blink of an eye, the vines Professor McGonagall had conjured were burned completely away by the flames Rhine had summoned.
Aba looked at the falling vines, delight filling its eyes. It clapped its hands and began jumping happily.
"Aba!"
"Aba!"
Every time it jumped, the ground trembled with it.
Professor McGonagall drew a deep breath and stared fixedly at Rhine, her eyes filled with shock.
Half of it was because Rhine seemed to have genuinely tamed the troll.
That sound he had made just now—could it have been Troll Language?
Merlin's beard, trolls actually had a language?
The other half was because of the Transfiguration Rhine had displayed just now. Compared to what Professor McGonagall had seen in class, it had clearly improved by far more than a single level.
How had he done it?
At his age, having only just entered school, he already possessed such mastery of Transfiguration?
For a moment, Professor McGonagall had the feeling that she might be witnessing the rise of another Dumbledore.
Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Neville all stared blankly at Rhine.
Even Hermione, who knew Rhine was extraordinarily capable, found her mind completely blank after witnessing that miraculous Incendio and Transfiguration.
Was this Rhine's true strength?
Harry opened his mouth.
Hadn't they only been in school for one day?
Where had Rhine gone to attend preparatory school?
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