Chapter 24 The Hunt Begins

"Hey, look who's this?" Mike slowly approached Hermione, "Oh! A little cat."

Hermione didn't respond when she heard Mike's voice, but quickly turned her head so that Mike couldn't see her face, and wiped her face with both hands, trying to prevent Mike from noticing that she had just cried.

Mike couldn't help but think of his daughter in his previous life when he saw Hermione's posture. He thought that Tracy was also like this when she was wronged.

"Whoever bullied you, I'll kick their ass right now." Mike handed over a handkerchief, "Don't always wipe your eyes with your hands, it's not good for your eyes. You don't want to wear big glasses like Harry, do you? That won't look good."

Listening to Mike's gentle words, Hermione felt that the tears she had held back with great difficulty flowed down again.

"They all hate me!"

Mike put one hand on Hermione's back and patted her gently. The child cried so excitedly that she coughed.

"It's okay, don't you still have me? I'll always be your friend."

Hearing this, Hermione turned around and threw herself into Mike's arms, crying loudly. Her tears and snot soon soaked Mike's robe.

Mike held Hermione, who was crying in his arms, patted her back gently, and kept saying the words he used to coax his daughter in his previous life.

It took a long time for Hermione to stop crying, but she didn't leave Mike's arms. She buried her face in Mike's chest and said in a muffled voice:

"Am I particularly annoying?"

"Who said that? Tell me who said that, and I'll kick his ass right now."

"No one said that to me, I just think so."

The poor little girl is still protecting her friend, fearing that Mike will really kick Ron's ass.

Mike is very good at coaxing children. He has accumulated a lot of experience in his previous life. He coaxed Hermione to stop crying with just a few words.

"Okay, today is Halloween! Let's go to the hall." Mike took Hermione's hand, "You've shed a lot of tears today, you must eat more later."

Hermione hit Mike in a nagging manner, but did not refuse Mike's hand.

Mike took Hermione around the castle. At first, Hermione didn't pay attention, but after a while, Hermione finally noticed something unusual.

"This doesn't seem to be the way to the hall?"

"Really? Maybe I remembered it wrong."

Mike casually perfunctorily answered Hermione, which was also in his plan.

Take Hermione to find the troll, and immediately let Hermione find the professor after finding it, and he will deal with the troll alone.

In this way, even if he can't beat the troll, he can delay time and wait for the professors to come to support, which is considered an insurance.

Hermione did not doubt him, and was led forward by Mike.

Finally, after turning a corner, a humanoid monster as tall as 3 meters appeared in front of the two.

"Go find the professor for help, I'll stop him here." Mike let go of Hermione's hand.

"No! You have to come with me!"

"We can't let it wander around the castle, go!"

Mike said to the loud Hermione in an imperative tone.

Hermione's eyes reddened again after being startled by Mike's harsh tone, but she didn't let the tears fall, but turned and ran towards the hall.

Mike watched Hermione disappear around the corner, turned around and faced the troll in front of him, and the black blackthorn wood wand had already appeared silently in his hand.

The hunt has begun!

Mike loved hunting in his previous life. He had hunted large animals such as lions and rhinos in Africa, and he knew the tricks to deal with these large creatures very well.

"Stand still!"

A leg-locking spell accurately hit the troll's right leg. To deal with such large creatures, you have to find a way to slow down their movement speed.

Because you can't kill them with one blow, and they usually become more ferocious after being injured, and then you will definitely not be able to outrun the troll on your own two legs.

The troll, who was studying the door of the women's toilet, was hit by the leg-locking spell and his right leg twitched violently, but it did not close with the left leg.

It had forcefully broken free from the Leg Locking Curse just now.

Just as the troll was scratching its head and wondering why its leg was cramping, two more Leg Locking Curses hit its right leg.

This time, under the effect of the two Leg Locking Curses, its right leg finally stuck together with its normal left leg at a strange angle.

Mike even heard a cracking sound, and he was sure it was the sound of a broken bone.

The troll roared in pain, and with a roar similar to that of a lion, the troll fell down.

The fallen troll finally found Mike, the little bug that caused him severe pain.

It endured the great pain, used its hands and intact left foot alternately, and approached Mike at an unscientifically fast speed.

Mike immediately began to run to the side, while running, he continued to release the Obstacle Spell.

This kind of moving casting to hit a moving target requires superb shooting skills, and a normal wizard would most likely miss the target.

But Mike is different, he was a well-known sharpshooter in the industry in his previous life.

The speed of the twisted and crawling troll was getting slower and slower. Every time an obstacle fell heavily on it, it would roar.

Its current way of moving was very harmful to its right leg. Almost every time it twisted, there would be a sharp pain from its right leg.

Gradually, under the obstacle spells that Mike kept releasing, the troll's movement speed was reduced to a level similar to Mike's running speed.

Seeing this, Mike stopped releasing the obstacle spells and instead used the fast imprisonment, a spell that could imprison the entire body of a creature.

As the imprisonment spells fell on the troll's two arms, the troll finally stopped.

Its hands were tied tightly behind its back, and it roared unwillingly at Mike who was still reinforcing the spell not far away from it.

Confirming that the troll could not break free in a short time, Mike came to the troll panting. The movement spell just now consumed a lot of his physical strength.

The troll in front of it was still roaring, and as it roared, a stench that was ten thousand times more disgusting than the women's toilet that had not been cleaned for many years rushed into Mike's nasal cavity.

Mike almost vomited from the smoke and quickly pinched his nose.

The troll looked very miserable at this time. The right leg, which was still tightly attached to the left leg, was twisted in a weird posture.

During the crawling process just now, the broken bone in the right leg had already pierced the skin and flesh, leaving a huge wound on the right leg. The blood was flowing like a stream, and soon a large pool of bright red formed on the ground.

Looking at the troll in front of him, who was still roaring at him in a miserable state, Mike raised his right hand holding the magic wand and aimed at the troll's wide mouth and cast his most powerful spell at the moment.

"Flame!"

A red and yellow flame gushed out from the tip of the black prickly pear wood wand, and instantly submerged the troll's huge head.

The flame poured into the troll's mouth through its open mouth, burning its mouth and throat.

The troll struggled in pain and kept wailing in its mouth.

But the wider its mouth opened, the more flames flowed into its throat.

Mike controlled the flames to move forward step by step. With the help of the greed necklace on his chest, he could clearly feel the magic power in his body flowing from his whole body to his wand.

But in this process, some magic power would break away from the large group of magic power flow and eventually dissipate in the air.

Mike tried hard to control these scattered magic powers to flow into the wand with the large group. These magic powers were extremely difficult to control. Mike felt that his head was about to explode with pain.

At this time, the greed necklace on his chest exuded a burst of coolness, relieving the pain and bringing it to a range that Mike could accept.

As more and more magic power was controlled to enter the wand, the flames burning the troll began to change color gradually.

In the end, these flames changed from red and yellow to bright yellow close to white.

This bright yellow flame was extremely powerful. In just a few seconds, the damage caused to the troll was greater than the sum of the damage caused by the red and yellow flames before.

Soon the troll lost its voice. Mike continued to burn for a while, not at ease, until he was sure that the troll was dead and stopped releasing the flame spell.

This hunt, Mike won!