chsdbacks Chapter 40 The Troll: I came quietly, just as quietly as I had come.
Chapter 40 The Troll: I came quietly, just as quietly as I had come.
The pure white pen tip swept across the air.
It was as if a hole had been cut in space, from which countless colors spilled out.
They floated in the air like countless colorful stars.
Hermione was stunned, her mouth agape, watching the scene with fascination.
Her concept of magic was still limited to "waving a wand", "emitting light waves", and "hitting the opponent".
I had no idea that magic could be so beautiful and so magical.
In the sight of the three people.
Ethan smiled slightly; he didn't need to exert any effort to control it, the magic flowed naturally from his paintbrush.
Painting is, in essence, an expression of the soul.
It achieves the same goal as casting spells, albeit through different means.
"Whoosh—"
The pigments condense and deform in mid-air.
In the end, they formed tiny golden birds, each about the size of a palm.
Their golden bodies shimmered with light, and they chirped and fluttered gracefully up and down, looking beautiful and adorable.
There was even one that was circling around them.
The three little ones unconsciously revealed smiles.
The reflection of the bird in Harry's round lens reminded him of the flying motorcycle in his old dreams.
Magical and fantastical.
It was his only solace in the face of a depressing reality.
However, very soon.
The troll's deep roar snapped Harry back to reality.
The enormous creature, over three meters tall, was less than ten steps away from them!
Harry was so close that he could see the boils growing on the troll's head and its angry, greedy, beady eyes.
"roar--!"
The giant excitedly raised his wooden stick, ready to smash the four little rascals into mincemeat.
In its eyes, these four creatures holding small sticks were utterly powerless to resist.
Each bite is crunchy and delicious.
Not to mention the little birds chirping and fluttering in the air; they wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap.
The trolls' barren brains completely ignored them.
"Ethan!"
Faced with the threat, Harry gripped Ethan's robes tightly, wand in one hand, his mind blank.
They should have run.
But Ethan, how could they leave Ethan all alone?
Ethan must have realized they were missing and came looking for them!
Ron had closed his eyes completely.
He huddled tightly behind Ethan, muttering, "They're all crazy, they've all gone mad."
I don't know whether I trust Ethan or not.
At the moment the wooden stick was raised high.
Harry's actions were faster than his brain.
He leaped forward and stood in front of Ethan, arms outstretched, facing the falling wooden stick.
What am I doing?
Time seemed to slow down.
Harry stared blankly at the thick wooden stick, his mind involuntarily conjuring up images of himself being beaten into a pulp.
They should have forcibly dragged Ethan away.
Even if I stand up myself, I can't stop it at all.
In the end, he still couldn't protect anyone.
Although he clearly saw a troll, a blinding green light appeared before Harry's eyes.
next second.
"go."
A soft rebuke rang out behind Harry.
It was as cool and clear as a spring.
Yu Guangzhong is like a white paintbrush stained with paint.
The tip of the pen points directly at the monstrous creature!
......
the other side.
"What? You're saying Mr. Vincent is missing?!"
Professor McGonagall abruptly stopped and glared at the girl in front of her.
Penelope Crivart nodded anxiously as Ravenclaw was slated to become the next prefect, saying:
"I'm sorry, Professor. When I found out, Ethan was already gone."
"..."
Professor McGonagall held her forehead, feeling a buzzing in her head.
Ethan is such a disobedient kid...
Come to think of it, she hasn't deducted any points from Ravenclaw yet.
Professor Snape remarked sarcastically from the side:
"Perhaps our great Mr. Ethan Vincent thought he could take on the troll alone, so he went to deal with it by himself."
"After all, he even took down the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, didn't he?"
At this moment, for some reason, Professor Snape was the most relaxed one.
They don't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Professor McGonagall glanced at her colleague with displeasure.
She couldn't agree with Snape's irresponsible remarks.
The safety of the students is the most important thing.
but.
Everyone knows that, according to Professor Quirrell, the troll should be in the underground classroom.
Ethan ran off to another place, certainly not to fight a troll—
"roar!!!"
A deafening roar, seemingly inhuman, came from the other side of the corridor.
The group of people were taken aback.
Snape's leisurely smile froze.
They exchanged a glance, both revealing expressions of panic.
Penelope, Robert, and Sean exchanged surprised glances.
—That’s clearly the voice of a troll!
It's not in the underground classroom, it's up here!
The missing Ethan might actually be going up against it!
"Ha, you idiot."
Sean chuckled softly, imagining the arrogant brat lying in the infirmary for ten days or half a month.
"Hurry, hurry over there!"
Professor McGonagall immediately shouted, "Run as fast as you can!"
Professor Snape, who had been so relaxed just moments before, now had a gloomy expression.
The crowd headed towards the source of the sound.
The professor and several upperclassmen from Ravenclaw immediately ran towards the direction from which the sound came.
As they turned the corner, panting.
What appeared before my eyes was an unbelievable scene.
—A golden shooting star.
Several golden shooting stars streaked across most of the corridor!
Like golden arrows, their trailing flames carried an aura of sacred inviolability, slamming their targets firmly into the wall at the far end of the opposite side!
"Bang!"
The deep, resonant sound, like the beating of a drum, sent shivers down everyone's spines.
Stones shattered and dust billowed up!
The blast of air whipped their hair back, forcing them to close their eyes.
"This, this is—"
Prefect Robert strained to open his eyes.
Looking into the smoke and dust, their eyes gradually lit up with a light of surprise.
An unexpected yet perfectly logical figure appeared before everyone.
Flowing black hair, cobalt blue eyes.
A few splashes of vibrant paint surrounded him, adding a touch of color to the pale moonlit night.
The boy stood tall and straight, his right hand pointing straight ahead, his feet naturally apart, one in front of the other.
Like a knight pointing his sword at his enemy, his cold and heavy eyes revealed an unwavering will.
There was clearly someone standing in front of him.
But there is no doubt about it.
At this moment, he is the guardian of these three children!
"Well, did you see it clearly, Miss Granger?"
A gentle voice rang out.
Ethan Vincent put down his paintbrush, which in his hand transformed back into a magic wand.
He turned his head and smiled at the stunned little girl:
"Do you know how much influence magic has on a spell?"
In front of Ethan was a giant, firmly nailed to the wall, its granite-like skin pierced straight through!
Hermione's eyes widened.
My brain, which is usually quick-witted in class, was now sluggish and unable to function.
Looking at the deep, wrist-sized hole, only one thought crossed her mind:
Is this a "flock of birds"?
Calling them long guns and cannons would be more accurate!
Coach, you're not lying to me!!!
On the other side, at the corner.
Seeing this scene, and the giant monster that was on its last breath, Sean's face darkened completely.
They actually defeated the giant...
Moreover, it was a fatal blow.
Who is the monster standing here right now?!
Sean didn't dare turn his head to look at his colleague's expression.
Even without looking, he could feel the naked mockery in Robert and Penelope's eyes!
His face gradually became hot.