Just as the Troll passed out, Bell burst out laughing.
All Bell could say about Professor Dumbledore's little stunt was that it was far too over-the-top. He could only give it 1 point, no more. By the way, the full score was 100.
Never mind that Ron's Levitation Charm had not succeeded at all. Even if he had successfully cast it, an ordinary eleven-year-old Little Wizard's grasp of Curses could never have been enough to control a several-metre-long wooden club and make it float. Not to mention that the club was still in a Troll's hand. Even adult Wizards generally could not cast such a powerful Levitation Charm, or everyone would be flying through the sky.
It was not as though the louder someone shouted, the more powerful their spell became. Even Hermione, the most outstanding student in this year, could at most use the Levitation Charm to lift a teacup right now. Bell truly could not imagine how Dumbledore planned to smooth this over later.
And who knew what Dumbledore had been thinking, sending an adult Troll to serve as grinding fodder for the little saviour? That was seriously beyond the syllabus.
Did Dumbledore not know that no one could become fat in a single bite? Was he not afraid Harry would be stuffed to death? Of course, by "stuffed to death," he did not mean actually losing one's life. With a level 100 main account carrying them, it would be hard for Harry and Ron to die even if they wanted to.
Bell understood that Dumbledore wanted to cultivate Harry's courage and confidence, but excessive confidence was arrogance. Who knew what Harry would become in the end? Still, it had nothing to do with Bell. He was merely a passing spectator eating popcorn.
The next day, Bell