Stealing the Kill

A troll?

That's right, a troll!

Only then did Sean finally remember—the creature Harry and the others had encountered was a troll. It was because of this troll that Harry and Ron had truly become Hermione's lifelong best friends.

Sean looked at Quirrell lying on the floor. That guy's acting was so exaggerated that Sean wondered whether Dumbledore had seen through him. He probably had noticed something, but was deliberately refusing to intervene in order to draw the snake from its hole. Sean refused to believe that Dumbledore had simply left the Philosopher's Stone sitting there untouched. He would bet that if Harry hadn't been involved, Quirrell, that two-faced monster, would have personally learned what the old headmaster's love was like.

"Hisss..."

Sitting at the Slytherin table, Sean watched the first-year Young Wizards break down screaming at the mention of a troll. He remained quietly in his seat, reaching up to stroke Kulkan as it poked its head out from his collar. Then, in the middle of petting it, Sean suddenly froze. Kulkan, which had been enjoying his touch, bumped its head against Sean's cheek in dissatisfaction.

At that moment, Sean suddenly recalled that he had subdued Kulkan by dueling it and using the power of the panel. In other words, his dueling ability was not limited to human wizards. So long as a Magical Creature possessed even a trace of intelligence, he could duel it.

Which raised a question: if he could duel any Magical Creature, what ability would he gain from dueling that troll?

It couldn't possibly be low intelligence or an overpowering body odor, could it?

At that moment, Dumbledore used an exceptionally booming voice to order the Prefects of every house to bring everyone back to their Common Rooms. Sean could only see this decision as Dumbledore deliberately giving whoever wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone an opportunity. Otherwise, Sean didn't think Dumbledore was capable of making such a brain-dead decision.

After all, at this very moment, the vast majority of students were in the Great Hall. The teachers only needed to guard the Great Hall to ensure most of the students' safety. As for the students who weren't in the Great Hall, they could search for them personally—or simply find the troll and deal with it. Knowing full well that a troll was outside and still scattering the students like this? If there wasn't some other consideration behind it, then something was seriously wrong.

The students of the four houses followed their own Prefects and rushed outside, each trying to outpace the others. They were desperate to return to their own Common Rooms. In most students' minds, the Common Room was an extremely safe place. As long as they made it back there, returned to their rooms, lay on their beds, and pulled the blankets over their heads, they would be safe from the troll.

The Young Wizards' desperate rush to leave the Great Hall inevitably caused some chaos. Although the Prefects were maintaining order, slipping away under these circumstances was hardly difficult.

Sean watched Gryffindor leave ahead of Slytherin and knew that Harry and Ron would probably beat him there. He could only hope Harry and Ron didn't arrive too quickly. Otherwise, if the troll had already been dealt with by the time he got there, his trip would have been for nothing.

After all, he was risking house points for this. If he got nothing out of it, it would be a huge loss.

The Great Hall was on the first floor, while the Slytherin Common Room was in the dungeons. When the group turned into the dark underground stairwell, Sean quickened his pace, slipped out of the line, and ran in the direction Harry and Ron had gone.

Sean remembered that both the troll and Hermione were in some Girls' Bathroom, and there was one on the second floor.

With that in mind, he immediately headed upstairs. Before he even reached the second floor, he caught a whiff of something like a fermented cesspit in a dry latrine. It was truly breathtaking.

In that instant, Sean knew he had found the right place. He sped up again, and as soon as he saw the Girls' Bathroom ahead, he heard roars and screams coming from inside.

Sean didn't waste another second. He rushed in and immediately saw a tall, burly, hideous troll gripping Harry by one leg in one hand while swinging an enormous club down at Harry's body with the other.

Hermione and Ron were nearby—one collapsed on the floor shouting desperately, while the other stood helplessly in the corner.

Perhaps if Ron had been given some time, he would still have used magic to defeat the troll and save Harry. But Sean didn't dare gamble on whether his presence as a butterfly would change the original course of events. Besides, he had come here specifically to trigger a duel with the troll. He had to act before Ron did!

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Following the usual method, Sean tried to use the Levitation Charm to control the troll's club, but the troll kept swinging it around, and Sean simply couldn't aim properly.

How had Ron managed to target that club in the original story?

Cursing inwardly, Sean cast the Petrifying Charm, trying to freeze the troll's arm. But to his surprise, though the troll was not as formidable as a giant, its resistance to magic was genuinely impressive. His LV1 Petrifying Charm couldn't affect it effectively. It only made the troll's arm pause slightly, while the club in its hand continued swinging toward Harry.

"Ron! Sean! Think of something!"

Hearing that, Ron seemed to suddenly remember something. He raised his Wand, preparing to cast a spell at the troll. The sight immediately made Sean tense.

Tch, was this guy trying to steal the kill?

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

"Wingardium..."

"Wingar..."

Sean cast the Levitation Charm repeatedly. This time, he wasn't aiming at the troll's club, but at the large chunks of debris around them—the shattered bathroom stall doors, pieces of wall, and the like. A mass of wooden wreckage flew into the air and smashed into the troll one after another. At last, the troll flew into a rage, tossed Harry away with a backhanded throw, and strode toward Sean while swinging its club!

As he watched the troll charge at him, Sean immediately felt a suffocating pressure crash over him. It wasn't merely mental pressure—it was also a physical assault from the creature's body odor. Seeing the club swing toward him, Sean stepped back and cast Protego, blocking the attack head-on!

Looking at the blue halo that held back the troll's club, Sean didn't hesitate. He immediately cast the Thorn Curse. Countless Thorn Vines burst from the ground beneath the troll's feet and coiled around its legs. Seizing the chance, Sean ran to the other side, drawing the troll into pursuit.

Sure enough, the troll's already dim-witted brain made it immediately chase after Sean, ignoring the Thorn Vines around its feet. Though it snapped countless vines apart, it still tripped and crashed to the ground.

At that moment, Sean cast the Levitation Charm at the club that was nearly slipping from the troll's grip, lifted it high into the air, and then smashed it viciously into the back of the troll's head!

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