Hoare was so dizzy he could barely stand, and he had no idea where his spell had nded.

  Gripping the doorframe beside him, he struggled to steady himself and peeked outside.

  "Oh, Merlin..."

  Hoare couldn't help but excim.

  The trio, hearing Hoare's remark, curiously leaned out. True to their Gryffindor nature, they were fearless.

  Hoare was nearly squashed into the doorframe by Ron's eagerness.

  "Merlin above."

  "Merlin's smelly socks."

  "Merlin's beard."

  The trio kept exg, showing no signs of fear.

  At this moment, what stood before them was no lohe approximately five-meter-tall troll. It seemed to have taken steroids, suddenly swelling and breaking through the ceiling.

  However, the spell cast by that person was too forceful, and now the troll was pletely stu the opening, with half its shoulder reag upstairs.

  The trapped troll angrily waved the club in its hand.

  The trio's position had bee extremely dangerous, with no door to shield them; the troll's club could strike them at any moment.

  Sensing the danger, Hoare ducked and rolled over the rubble beside him, just as the club smashed into the spot where he had been standing.

  "Henry!!!" Hermione excimed in shock.

  Hearing the shout, the troll raised its club and swung in that dire.

  The club was about to hit Hermione.

  "Ahhh!!!" Hermione screamed.

  With a strong push, Hoare shoved Hermioo the er, avoiding the troll's attack.

  Inside, Harry and Ron were practically doing parkour, screaming as they dodged the flying debris.

  Hoare quickly approached, grabbing each of them by the arm, tightening his abdomen, and with a forceful heave, tossed them into a bathroom stall.

  At least they could hide for a moment.

  "What do we do now? We're out of potions!" Harry paced anxiously.

  H the spot where he had st seen Quirrell, but he was o be found. He must have slipped away during the chaos.

  Hoare wasn't oo easily lose his temper, but if someoried to kill him and he just let it slide, wouldn't that make him a saint?

  As Hoare's murderous i rose, he suddenly remembered that Dumbledore hadn't yet cleared him of suspi. If Quirrell died here, wouldn't he be the prime suspect?

  Besides, to prove his innoce, he o show that Quirrell was the man with a snake fa disguise.

  Damn it, Hoare cursed inwardly.

  Luckily, Quirrell had run off quickly.

  The troll's ears were incredibly sensitive; even the slightest sound could reveal their hiding spot.

  If possible, it was best to use a method that didn't make any noise.

  An idea popped into Hoare's mind, a form of magic—or rather, an advanced spell ability.

  Wandless magic.

  "Exge for wandless magic, silent spell, and Shrinking Spell," Hoare thought to himself.

  [Ding]

  [Wandless magid silent spell are additional talent abilities of spells, requiring a dedu of 100 Galleons.]

  [Would the host like to proceed with the dedu?]

  "Yes!"

  [Ding]

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  [B-level ability: Spells {Wandless Magic, Silent Spell} (Patronus Charm, Basic Transfiguratioaught}, Petrificus Totalus, Fioying Curse, Body-Bind Curse, Leg-Locker Curse, Jelly-Legs Jinx, Stupefy, Alohomora, Levitation Charm, Summoning Charm, Reducto, Lumos, Shrinking Spell)]

  [Avaible Galleons: 2398 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 23 Knuts]

  "Harry, Ron, Hermione, I have a way out," Hoare turned and said to the trio. "Just stay hidden."

  Ron protested, "Oh! If you're so powerful, why didn't you use it earlier?"

  H him without saying a word.

  Ron, for some reaso a chill run down his spi Hoare's gaze and immediately shut up.

  "Henry, if you have a way, hurry up! The troll is about to pull its head out of the hole!" Hermione anxiously peeked back.

  Ohey reached an agreement, the trio hid in the innermost part of the bathroom stall, leaving the doorway clear for Hoare.

  Peering through the cra the door, Hoare focused on the distant troll and silently ted "Shrinking Spell."

  Without the sed-hand wand as a medium, the magic Hoare unleashed this time dispyed astonishing power.

  A strong, lightning-like beam shot from his hand, striking the troll.

  The troll's entire body glowed with a golden light.

  "Oh my god!" Hermione looked at Hoare with a surprised and envious expression, while Harry and Ron g Hermione in fusion, not uanding why she was so shocked.

  "That's wandless magic! I read about it in a book," Hermione said excitedly.

  Wandless magic was something only a few people iire magical world could perform.

  She had ohought of peting with Hoare academically, but now that idea was pletely gone.

  No parison, no parison at all.

  Enveloped in the golden light, the troll's mountain-like body shrank smaller and smaller.

  Until it was just a bit taller than Hoare's waist.

  The club, oaller than three Hoares, had also bee small and delicate.

  The troll's shrinking finally stopped.

  Hoare was a bit disappointed; he thought it could at least shrink to the size of a kitten.

  The troll, now realizing its abnormality, let out a high-pitched, almost pitiful cry.

  It squis painful eyes, spinning in pce as if trying to uand why it had ged.

  "Levitation Charm," Hoare cast, and the troll's club floated up.

  It struck the troll's head with force.

  Even though the club had shrunk to a normal size, its power remained.

  The Shrinking Spell affected only the external size, not the weight.

  The troll, hit by the club, immediately turned and tried to flee.

  Hoare wouldn't let it escape, and with two more solid hits on its head, the troll spun three times before colpsing to the ground, stars dang in its eyes.

  The ground shook with a heavy "thud."

  "What happened here?" a stern female voice came from the doorway.

  "Professonagall!"

  "Professonagall!"

  "Professonagall!"

  The trio, covered in dust, peeked out from the bathroom stall. firming who it was, they excitedly rushed out.

  "Professonagall."

  Hoare followed them out, and two more people entered behind Professonagall.

  She headmaster, and Dumbledore, the headmaster.

  The headmaster limped over, and Hoare frowned inwardly, realizing he had been bitten by the three-headed dog.

  Hermione had already expihe situation to the professors.

  "You mentiohere was someone else here?" Professonagall asked. "Where is that person?"

  "They ran off," Hoare replied.

  "Did you hahis troll all by yourself, Henry William?" Magall's expression was very serious, and to someone unfamiliar, it might seem like she was interrogating him.

  "Yes, Professor, and Henry used wandless magic!" Hermione couldn't wait to blurt out, sounding like aed fangirl.

  Hoare scratched his cheek.

  Too charming, it's embarrassing. That's just hotivating I am.

  Even Magall, usually so stern, showed a surprised expression at Hermione's words. She turo look at Dumbledore and Snape, whose faces remained unged, but their eyes betrayed their shock.

  Magall turned back, cealing her surprise, and said, "For leaving yroup without permission, Gryffindor and Slytherin will each lose 5 points."

  Hoare was displeased; he was alone, while Gryffindor had three people. How could the poiiohe same?

  Then Magall tinued, "But for your bravery—"

  "Harry, Ron, Hermione, you each earn 5 points fryffindor."

  "As for you, Henry William, for your outstanding wandless magid bravery in saving your friends, Slytherin earns fifty points."

  Hoare fshed a bright, charming smile at Professonagall.

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