Chapter 375 |
Chapter 375: Slaying the Troll
"..." Inside the Slytherin dormitory, Draco Malfoy’s whole body was flushed red, tears streaming down, golden veins spreading all over him, his head and fists repeatedly smashing against the floor.
There was no other way—pain, too much pain.
If he could, Draco wished he could faint from the pain.
But in reality, this pain that directly affected the deep layers of his brain was so intense that he couldn’t even pass out.
He could only try to reduce the pressure on his nerves by fighting pain with pain.
The force with which he smashed the floor was so great that, considering his originally frail little body, he would have broken his hands and feet long ago, probably cracked his skull open.
However, due to the effects of the potion, his physique was continuously strengthening, so apart from slight redness, he suffered no real physical harm.
Under normal circumstances, such a loud noise would have already alerted the Hogwarts professors, since the student dormitories were protected by wards, and any damage would trigger an alarm.
Fortunately, the barrier stone that Josh gave Draco was not only soundproof but also had the ability to block magical energy, so no protective measures were triggered.
Also, Draco’s roommates had been sent away before he took the potion and would not be back for several hours.
Therefore, apart from Josh and Draco himself, no one knew about what happened here.
Draco’s painful state lasted for nearly an hour before he recovered.
“Kid, you okay?” Josh looked at Draco across from him with some apprehension.
He naturally knew the side effects of the Supreme Potion. Such intense pain was hard to bear even for adults; for an eleven-year-old kid, it was indeed a bit excessive. He was honestly a little worried Draco might go mad from the extreme pain.
But without a doubt, this potion was the fastest and safest way for Draco to gain great power.
Although there was a safer super-soldier potion, it only enhanced the body and did not strengthen magic. Also, such enhancements had little effect on mystical magic.
As for turning Draco into a divine warrior infused with dimensional demonic power?
That was even less feasible. Besides needing to be operated in Josh’s world, the infusion ritual was riskier than the Supreme Potion.
“Phew, although the process was painful, I feel better than ever now!” Draco lifted his head and sighed in response to Josh’s inquiry.
“Good, now let’s wait and see your performance tomorrow night!” Seeing Draco had endured without any abnormalities, Josh nodded in satisfaction.
As expected of the kid he picked. Though previously possibly misguided by his father Lucius, his potential was still worth affirming.
“Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you,” Draco said confidently.
“Excellent, that’s the spirit. Now rest well, contact me again tomorrow night on Halloween!” Josh said.
With that, their communication ended.
Afterward, Draco restored the damaged floor to its original state, removed the barrier, took a bath, and lay down on the bed to continue digesting what Josh had told him about what would happen tomorrow.
“Troll, huh? I’m actually looking forward to it,” he murmured, soon falling asleep from the intense fatigue.
Time quickly advanced to the next day, the eve of Halloween.
As a rather grand festival, Hogwarts had been filled with the sweet scent of roasted pumpkins since morning.
However, for the main trio, today was not a wonderful day because the three had a falling out.
In fact, ever since a few days ago when Harry and Ron went out at night provoked by Malfoy, Hermione had stopped talking to them.
As a former top student from a Muggle school, she was clearly very averse to such severe disciplinary breaches.
However, there was no doubt that if the original story continued, the former top student would eventually become just like Harry and Ron.
But at least, that hadn’t happened yet.
And for that reason, Ron’s resentment toward Hermione increased greatly.
After an argument during flying class, and Ron’s comment after class standing by Harry saying things like “Who does she think she is? She’s like a nightmare, she doesn’t have a single friend,” Hermione obviously broke down.
After all, she was just an eleven-year-old girl; how could she stand such blatant rejection?
Thus, Harry and Ron did not see Hermione all afternoon.
Only during the Halloween Eve banquet did Harry and Ron hear from some girls that Hermione was hiding in the girls’ restroom crying quietly.
But once the lavish banquet began, they quickly forgot about Hermione again.
Until Professor Quirrell shouted about a troll.
Only then did the two remember Hermione.
They hurriedly went to find her, wanting to tell her about the troll, and on the way, they encountered Snape, causing a slight delay as they tried to avoid him.
When they finally found Hermione, they saw a shocking scene.
Their supposed good friend, Hermione Granger, was buried in the arms of Draco, the student from Slytherin they regarded as a villain, sobbing softly.
A few meters away lay the terrifying severed head and body of a troll.
“Damn it, Hermione, why are you standing there with that Slytherin monster?” Seeing this, Harry and Ron’s attention focused more on the seemingly intimate posture between Hermione and Draco. Ron even screamed on the spot.
So much so that they didn’t notice Draco was still holding a magnificent longsword, dripping blood that trailed all the way to the troll’s corpse.
Meaning, the troll had been slain by Malfoy with a sword.
Don’t ask why Malfoy used a sword instead of magic to kill the troll.
Isn’t it common in some worlds for the white robes to do this kind of thing? Nothing surprising.
Hearing Ron’s shout, Hermione finally lifted her head from Draco’s comforting embrace and looked at them.
But instead of the usual somewhat friendly or slightly displeased glance, now there was a trace of disgust.
“Oh, I thought it was someone else, turns out it’s the Weasleys who can’t be helped and only dare to whisper behind others’ backs, and our inexperienced savior!” Draco mocked them mercilessly and patted the girl in his arms for comfort—“With me here, don’t worry!”
Although earlier, after Josh’s warning, Malfoy had let go of his obsession with pure blood, the concept of “power is king” that Josh mentioned had taken root.
So now, after reviewing the past, he looked down more and more on Ron and Harry, even detesting his former self.
“Bastard, who are you talking about?” Facing Draco’s mockery, Harry and Ron had little patience and immediately wanted to draw their wands.
“What are you doing?”
Just as another conflict was about to erupt, a shout of anger came from nearby.
They turned to see Professor McGonagall storming toward them, followed by Snape and Quirrell.
Quirrell glanced at the troll, then pretended to collapse silently to one side, sobbing.
Snape gave Draco and his sword a very surprised look, then turned to inspect the troll’s corpse.
Only McGonagall stared at the four of them. “What the hell are you playing at? Consider yourselves lucky you weren’t killed by it. Now, tell me, why didn’t you listen and just stay quietly in the dormitory?”
Faced with McGonagall’s questioning, Harry and Ron nervously didn’t know what to say.
“No, Professor, this isn’t Malfoy’s fault. He came looking for me. We weren’t in the dining hall earlier, so we didn’t know about the troll. Besides, he killed the troll and saved me!” At this moment, Hermione spoke up first and told the truth.
But her words shocked everyone present.
Even Snape, who had already suspected something, was no exception.
A first-year student killed a troll?
That was simply like a fairy tale.
It was at this moment that everyone’s attention shifted to Malfoy and the blood-dripping longsword in his hand.
“Mr. Malfoy, you killed the troll with this longsword?” Snape asked with an extremely strange expression.
Killing a troll with a longsword? Damn, you really are a Slytherin student, not a Gryffindor!
Swinging a sword to kill someone is something only those reckless Gryffindors would do.
Among the four house relics, only Gryffindor’s is a longsword that wizards rarely use.
“Yes, Professor, as you know, I am just a first-year student. I don’t know many spells, so facing the troll was inevitably difficult. However, I happened to have learned a little swordsmanship…” Malfoy explained.
Hmm, a reasonable explanation…my ass.
With your small build, using a sword to kill is even more ridiculous than using a wand, okay?
Although Malfoy’s body had been thoroughly enhanced and was no weaker than a dragon’s, the change in appearance was not significant, only looking slightly more solid than the average student.
But compared to the troll, it was on a completely different level.
Yet judging by the current situation, it seemed Malfoy was not lying.
The troll’s fatal wound was a blow that severed its head, and the wound matched perfectly with the longsword in Malfoy’s hand.
There was also Hermione as a witness.
Could it really be that this spoiled kid killed the troll?
Professor McGonagall and Snape couldn’t help but be conflicted.
That’s right, in their eyes, Malfoy was once just a spoiled rich kid from a great family.
And while they were hesitating, not far away, the still-feigning-unconscious Krum lowered his head, his gaze unsettled.