Chapter 25 Doubt and suspicion

After successfully killing the troll, Michael felt that he had no strength left in his body. He struggled to stand up and leaned against the wall. He made a comfortable posture and waited for the professors to arrive.

The first one to arrive was Professor Flitwick. It was hard to imagine how he, with his short legs, could arrive before all the professors.

But this was understandable. Michael was a student he was very optimistic about. If he died in the hands of a stupid troll for no reason, he would blame himself for a long time.

When he arrived at the scene, he did not see the scene he had expected of Michael being chased by the troll.

Instead, Michael was sitting in the corner of the wall, breathing heavily and resting with a blackthorn wand in his hand. Not far away from him was the troll that had forced them to suspend the Halloween dinner.

But now the troll could no longer move. Its entire upper body was roasted.

Especially the head and neck, which were almost burned to only charred bones.

Its hands were still firmly fixed behind its back by the binding spell, and its whole body was bent in an extremely twisted posture.

The right thigh was broken, and the exposed bone spurs could be clearly seen outside the wound. There was a large pool of dark red liquid on the ground, which was the coagulated blood of the troll.

The air was filled with a strong stench, mixed with a little aroma of barbecue. This mixed smell is guaranteed to make people never want to eat barbecue again in their lives.

McGonagall and others who arrived later were shocked by the scene. They had thought that maybe Mike, a first-year student, could defeat the troll with his own wisdom.

But they didn't expect that the troll would be killed in an almost brutal way.

As for Hermione and Harry, they had already vomited happily.

"You are not injured?" Professor Flitwick loved Mike the most. When everyone else was shocked by the death of the troll, only Professor Flitwick reacted and began to ask about Mike's condition.

"It's okay, Dean. I'm just a little exhausted."

"I'm glad you're okay! You did a great job! Beautiful fire spell. I was far worse than you when I was your age."

It seems that Flitwick doesn't care about the life or death of the troll at all. He only cares about Mike's safety.

But some people don't think so.

"How dare you! How dare you do this!" Professor McGonagall was furious. "Do you know how dangerous this is? The troll can easily crush you to death with just one finger!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall say this about Mike, Hermione was unhappy. She tried to suppress her nausea and said, "It's all my fault! Mike ran into the troll because he took me to the hall. It was also because he was protecting me that he stayed alone to hold the troll back."

Professor McGonagall was a little embarrassed by Hermione's retort. Fortunately, Professor Flitwick helped her out at this time.

"Okay, it's enough that everyone is safe." Flitwick helped Mike up. "In addition, in order to commend Mike's bravery and wit, Ravenclaw will get 20 points!"

Mike was a little moved. After coming to this world for so long, Professor Flitwick was still the first person who was really good to him.

He could feel that Flitwick was looking at him as if he was a promising junior. He had never felt that kind of look in his two lives.

"Well, we can't stay here for long. Let's go back quickly. Mike needs to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup." After that, Flitwick and Hermione supported Mike and left the smelly women's toilet.

McGonagall felt mixed emotions. Hermione was a student she liked very much, and her personality was very similar to her when she was young.

Looking at Hermione who was supporting Mike, Professor McGonagall actually felt like her cabbage was being eaten by a pig. Looking

at Mike and Hermione, and then turning around to look at Harry and Ron who were still vomiting, McGonagall became more and more angry. She grabbed the ears of the two and walked towards Gryffindor.

Snape was the only one left at the scene. He hadn't said a word just now, and even his presence was pitifully low, which was somewhat inconsistent with his personality.

At this time, he did not choose to leave like others. His eyes scanned the field again and again, trying to restore the entire process of the battle just now, which was not difficult for him.

Finally, his eyes stayed on the troll's hands that were still tied behind his back and the right leg that was still tightly attached to the left leg after being broken, and he did not leave for a long time.

When Hermione and Professor Flitwick sent Mike to the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey was eating pumpkin pie. She had not eaten enough at the dinner just now because of the troll.

It was late at night when Madam Pomfrey finished the examination for Mike. Although Mike was just exhausted, Madam Pomfrey decided to let Mike rest in the infirmary for a night for safety reasons. After

confirming that Mike was fine, Hermione reluctantly left the infirmary under the escort of Professor Flitwick and others.

At this time, in the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Snape was reporting to Headmaster Dumbledore what he had just seen and heard.

"Our dear Mr. Townley is a ruthless character. He not only has amazing talent in fighting, but also has a cruel heart." Snape said in his signature low voice.

Headmaster Dumbledore, who was sitting on the desk opposite him and writing something, did not speak, but raised the hand holding the pen to signal Snape to continue.

"He first used the Leg-Locking Curse to limit the troll's movement speed, which was very clever." Snape walked to Dumbledore's desk, "Only wizards with rich experience in hunting demons know this method of dealing with giant creatures." "

Mr. Townley could have escaped unscathed after the Leg-Locking Curse took effect, but he didn't.

He chose to use the Imprisonment Curse to make the troll unable to move, and finally used the Fire Curse to burn the troll to death.

Do you know what this means?

This means that Mr. Townley still chose to kill the enemy who had completely lost the ability to resist. This is not an idea that a first-year wizard should have."

Dumbledore finally stopped his actions, raised his head and said to Snape expressionlessly: "Thank you for your hard work, go and have a rest."

Snape turned around and left after hearing this, without any ambiguity.

The office became very quiet, and even the crackling sound of the burning firewood in the stove could be clearly heard.

Dumbledore did not continue his work at hand. He stood up and walked to the side of the phoenix Fawkes who was tidying up his feathers on the bracket in the corner.

He gently scratched the back of Fox's head. Fox felt very comfortable with the scratching. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head back.

"It seems we need to find time to talk to Little Mac." Dumbledore's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Fawkes didn't seem to hear what Dumbledore just said. He opened his eyes and stared at Dumbledore with a puzzled look.