Something strange happened.
Like switching on a flashlight or a searchlight, a beam of light burst from the tip of Li Mu's wand—mostly silvery white, with flecks of gold mixed within.
The beam shot out and struck the troll squarely on the head.
Then Li Mu and Hermione watched helplessly as the club veered aside. The club, which had been hurtling straight at Li Mu and was about to come down on his head, suddenly changed course and smashed diagonally into the wall beside him.
It was as though a massive magnet there had drawn the club away.
Had the troll gone easy on them? Of course not. The troll noticed something was wrong as well. It let out an angry roar and raised its club for another strike.
But this time was even more absurd. Li Mu and Hermione could clearly feel the troll's intense hatred, and both instinctively took several steps back. Yet they could only watch as the club veered off again and slammed into another wall.
The troll itself staggered about, its steps unsteady.
"Drunk?" Seeing the troll's current state, Li Mu was reminded of old Li Jianmin after he had downed a couple shots of baijiu.
Could the potion that had disfigured the troll contain alcohol?
Hermione clicked her tongue in admiration. "What an incredible Confundus Charm! Li Mu, you're a genius!"
"Huh?!" Li Mu froze for a moment.
"Isn't that right? Combining chaos with the prefix con to improve the spell's effectiveness—only you could have thought of that!" Li Mu could only watch Hermione's lips move nonstop as words burst from her mouth like a machine gun. "So this is the advanced transformation principle in Charms that Professor Flitwick mentioned... After that lesson, I even borrowed some books on etymology from the library, but