Though Orianna was a doll, being flown in the arms of such a doll girl still made Ye Ting feel extremely embarrassed.
Under this awkward feeling, he squirmed uneasily in protest, but the doll girl ignored him—in fact, the doll girl who was always carried in her father's pocket had long wanted to try this, and she did it deliberately.
I really didn't know how the innocent Orianna had turned into this.
This was what they call "cute on the outside, mischievous on the inside," wasn't it?
Upon entering the third floor, Ye Ting immediately smelled a pungent odor, a mixture of smelly socks and a public toilet that had never been cleaned.
Then he heard it—a low murmur and the sound of heavy feet dragging along the ground.
At the end of a passageway on the left, a massive creature was moving towards him.
Ye Ting quickly extricated from Orianna's embrace, cast a shrinking spell on her, and stuffed her back into his pocket. The girl seemed a bit unsatisfied.
What was revealed before Ye Ting's eyes was a monster he had never seen before. It was twelve feet tall, with dull, granite-like gray skin. Its huge and clumsy body resembled a pile of enormous mud and gravel, topped with a small head like a cocoa bean. Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, ending in flat, coarse, calloused feet. The smell emanating from it was nauseating. It was holding a thick wooden stick, which dragged on the ground due to its long arms.
That was a troll, a magical creature with astonishing strength but extremely low intelligence. They shared the same name with the trolls in the Warcraft world, but obviously, there were slight differences in intelligence.
The troll stopped at a doorway and peered inside. It swung its long ears and made a decision with its tiny brain, then lowered its head and slowly entered the room.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Ting heard a sound that almost stopped his heart—a piercing, terrified scream—coming from that room.
It was Hermione, hiding inside the girls' toilet.
Without hesitation, Ye Ting drew his wand and rushed over.
Hermione Granger was huddled against the opposite wall, chanting a levitation charm in a trembling voice. A thick book hit the troll's head, but such a feeble attack had no effect on this tough-skinned monster.
The troll was approaching her, slowly walking forward, its muscular body smashing the porcelain sinks along the way.
"Am I going to die?" Finding that her spells had no effect on the monster, Hermione turned pale with fear. She desperately closed her eyes and waited for death to come.
In the moment of facing death, the first person who came to her mind was not her parents or the professors of Hogwarts, but that boy, the handsome boy who had saved her when she fell off the broom.
"Help me—Ye Ting—" she shouted in her heart.
Though she hadn't used Felix Felicis, her wish was granted instantly.
"Sectumsempra!" Ye Ting chanted loudly, and an invisible sharp blade sliced through the air, silently flying towards the troll's back. In an instant, it created a one-meter-long wound on the troll's back, with blood splashing and gushing out.
The sudden pain caused the troll to roar loudly. It waved its huge stick wildly, smashing the entire toilet into bricks and stones.
Finally, the low-intelligence creature turned around and spotted the culprit.
With a roar, the troll waved its wooden stick and ran towards Ye Ting, leaving a trail of blood behind.
At this moment, Hermione, who had been despairing, also noticed the change in the situation. The boy's chanting and the troll's strange behavior made her realize that someone had saved her and distracted the troll's attention.
She looked closely: standing at the doorway of the toilet was the boy she had been thinking about.
"Be careful!" Seeing the troll approaching Ye Ting, she shouted anxiously.
Looking around, she hastily picked up the rubble around her and threw it at the troll, trying to distract it, regardless of whether she could handle the monster.
However, the damage Ye Ting had done to it was so great that Hermione's distractions couldn't make it notice her at all.
The troll raised its huge stick high and came down hard on Ye Ting.
However, facing this powerful blow, Ye Ting remained calm. He ignored the roaring wind and calmly chanted a spell.
"Protego!"
With a "thud," the troll's full-force strike seemed to hit a transparent wall.
The air vibrated violently twice, but the dreadful stick stopped just three centimeters above Ye Ting's head, not advancing any further.
Indeed, due to the troll's strong magical resistance, even with Ye Ting's current abilities, his spells couldn't have much effect on the troll. Spells like "Expelliarmus" and "Stupefy" would be much less effective on trolls, but spells like "Sectumsempra" and "Protego" that worked indirectly through physical effects could still have some impact.
Especially when used by someone with powerful magic like Ye Ting, the troll had indeed suffered heavy damage.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Ting agilely bypassed the troll and came to its back, then hit the sinks with a blasting curse.
Instantly, a row of sinks exploded into pieces, and water pipes burst open, spraying water all over the troll.
The troll, soaked to the skin, struggled to turn around and wanted to retaliate against its opponent again.
Ye Ting held his breath, concentrated, and cast a "Freezing Charm" on it with all his strength.
Due to the spell being cast with all his might, the effect was truly miraculous. The water on the troll quickly froze within seconds, and the troll's movements became stiff instantly—it was frozen, completely unable to move.
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