"Harry, Hermione!"
At Sean's call, Harry and Hermione both stopped where they were.
Walking up to Harry and Hermione, Sean lightly pinched his nose. The smell here was truly unbearable—the Troll's body odor mixed with the heavy stench of blood was a ten-thousand-point blow to any creature with a sense of smell.
The smell of blood...
Sean turned to look at the Troll and suddenly realized that it had not been knocked unconscious by a blow to the head. Looking closely, its brain had actually been blown out. The part of its head above its eyes looked as though it had exploded, its brain and flesh blasted into mush and splattered all over the wall behind it.
Was that really so violent?
Wasn't the original supposed to start out as children's literature?
Even the film adaptation was PG-rated!
Did head explosions like this really exist in the original?
Ever since he had begun coming into contact with the Magical World, Sean had always felt that something was off. For instance, his nominal grandfather had not used a Wand at the time, yet with a single furious shout, he had expelled Sean's uncle from the Sean family. Then there were the spells recorded in the notes his grandfather had left behind, which clearly exceeded Sean's understanding of this world.
Later, after he had started school, Janson, a third-year student, was certainly one of the most outstanding Slytherins in his year. Yet at that age, he had mastered Protego, a spell that, according to the original, many adult wizards could not even cast. And then there were the two Aurors Sean had encountered in Diagon Alley, who had clearly looked like elite soldiers from the real world.
Oh, and there was also the Pure White Pocket Watch his nominal grandfather Gavin had