It was a behemoth, nearly twelve feet tall!
Its skin was dull and rough like granite, covered in boils and filth.
Its head resembled a bald, lumpy stone—pitifully small and completely out of proportion to its massive body.
A pair of dull, sunken eyes flickered with a stupid light from deep in its brow.
Its arms hung almost to the ground, and one hand gripped a wooden club that looked as if it had been ripped straight from an ancient tree. It swung the club aimlessly, striking the nearby walls and sending stone fragments flying.
With every step, the ground trembled; those giant feet stomped on the stone floor, producing dull 'thud… thud…' sounds.
Slimy, foul-smelling drool constantly dripped from its thick lips.
Lynn's gaze locked on the Troll's swaying slugs as it moved.
The target… was right in front of him! To hell with everything else! Cast a Spell first and talk later!
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Lynn waved his wand without hesitation, firing a Spell at the Troll.
The Spell hit perfectly. The Troll's massive body suddenly stiffened, its movements slowing as if it had fallen into thick glue, though it wasn't completely frozen.
Its dull little eyes rolled, finally locking onto the tiny speck at the end of the corridor who dared provoke it.
"Stupid! Die!"
The Troll cursed using its meager vocabulary, let out a furious roar, lunged forward, and swung the giant wooden club as it charged toward Lynn!
The club scraped against the wall, tearing off a layer of stone.
Hearing this, Lynn's temper flared instantly:
"Damn it! You smell like a jar of salted fish pickled for ten years, and you dare curse at me?! Who do you think you are!"
He nimbly ducked to the side to avoid the sweeping club while raising his wand again:
"Reducto!"
"Torrential Impact!"
Boom!
The Spell exploded against the Troll's thick chest. Though it didn't cause a fatal wound, it tore the flesh open, sending blood and filth splashing.
Immediately after, the high-pressure water slammed into the wound like a sledgehammer. The force caused the Troll to lose its balance, and with a thunderous crash, it fell onto its back, making the entire corridor shake.
Lynn thought to himself: If it weren't for the need to collect your disgusting snot intact—and to avoid attracting the Professors—I would have aimed for that pitifully small head of yours just now!
"Still want to fight? Stay down!"
Lynn pointed his wand at the Troll as it struggled to rise, attempting a final 'persuasion to surrender.'
"Revenge! Die!"
The Troll clearly lacked communication skills. Pain and anger only made it more frenzied, and it stubbornly tried to get up to continue its attack.
"To be honest, I really didn't want it to be like this…"
Lynn sighed, wearing a 'you forced my hand' expression, but his eyes instantly sharpened.
"Sectumsempra! Stupefy!"
Two Spells fired almost in succession!
The blade precisely grazed the Troll's not-so-large nose, slicing it off at the root!
At the same time, the red light of the Stunning Spell vanished into its giant mouth, which had opened wide in agony.
The Troll's massive body jerked violently, then went completely limp.
"See? I'm so kind, I even gave you an anesthetic so you wouldn't feel the pain."
Lynn looked at the noseless, ugly face on the ground and commented without a shred of sincerity.
[Ding! Mission complete! Reward 'Thousand Refinements' has been issued!]
Enduring intense nausea, Lynn used Transfiguration to create a glass bottle and a pair of tongs. He carefully collected the severed nose—and the 'fresh Troll snot' hanging from it—then quickly sealed the bottle.
He glanced at the unconscious Troll, turned without hesitation, and fled the 'biochemical contamination zone' at top speed, scurrying back toward the Hufflepuff Common Room…
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"Lynn! Where did you go?! We were worried sick! If Wu An hadn't desperately used his wings to stop us and signal for us to stay quiet, we would have almost reported your disappearance to the Professors!"
As soon as he climbed through the dormitory door, Lynn was met with the anxious, reproachful gazes of his three roommates. Edgar even rushed forward and grabbed his arm.
Lynn felt a warmth in his chest, but his face remained nonchalant. He shook the glass bottle containing the unspeakable object and chuckled:
"Um… well… it's no big deal. I just took advantage of the chaos to have a friendly chat with that lost Troll in the Castle and happened to get some of its… snot."
Under the dumbfounded stares of the three, Lynn began to recount the story vividly—and inevitably, with a large amount of artistic embellishment.
He described how he was 'heroic and fearless' and 'wise and brave' while dealing with the Troll, and how he 'easily' took the big guy down with a brilliant combination of Spells.
He even claimed he 'risked his life' to collect the quest item.
In his version, the Troll seemed even more ferocious, the battle more thrilling, and his performance more radiant.
Of course, the suffocating stench and his initial urge to retreat were selectively ignored and beautified as 'strategically avoiding scent interference.'
Edgar's eyes shone as he listened; William had a 'I'll believe you when pigs fly' expression but was still drawn in by the story; Ollie silently moved his chair back, distancing himself a bit from the bottle containing the Troll snot…
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Meanwhile, in a girls' bathroom on a certain floor of the Castle, the atmosphere was heavy and strange.
Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Professor Snape—whose face was even paler than usual, with a noticeable limp in his left leg—were all gathered there.
Their eyes focused on the massive, lifeless Troll corpse in the center of the bathroom, then shifted to the three terrified Gryffindor first-years nearby—Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.
The Professors' gazes were first drawn to the Troll's extremely prominent wound—its nose was missing!
It had to be said, the Troll's vitality and magic resistance were ridiculous.
After being taken down by Lynn, it had actually woken up in a short time and, relying on its pitiful instinct for revenge, groped its way until it finally found the three in the bathroom.
However, it had clearly targeted the wrong victims. Given the Troll's 'intelligence,' this wasn't surprising.
Professor McGonagall's voice carried suppressed anger and disbelief: "Potter! Weasley! Miss Granger! Can you explain exactly what happened here? Why are you here, and why has this Troll… become like this?"
Her gaze swept particularly sternly over Harry and Ron.
The three began to explain all at once—how the Troll had suddenly burst in, how they had dealt with it, and how Ron, in a moment of desperation, had used the Levitation Charm to control the Troll's own club and knock it out.
As the Professors listened, their brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The other marks on the Troll's body corresponded with their descriptions—club strikes, blunt force trauma… but what about the missing nose, which had been sliced off with incredible smoothness?
Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon spectacles grew profound as he slowly turned his gaze toward Snape, who had been standing silently to the side, radiating a low-pressure aura.
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