But now, after all, this is the real world, slightly different from the game.
The magic in the game, when cast, is always a hit. After all, it's a strategy game.
But in the real world, it's an instant game, and magic attacks have the possibility of missing.
Unless it's a buffing or debuffing spell like the Slowing Spell or Attack Acceleration, Harry can activate it instantly with a thought and cast it on others, basically eliminating the possibility of a casting error.
Like now, due to the troll's constant movement, Harry's Magic Sword, which was originally aimed at its neck, hit its shoulder instead, leaving only a deep electric burn scar.
But compared to its massive body, it did no real damage.
However, there was a way to deal with it.
As I just said, he doesn't just know the magic from the game.
With a flick of his wand, the broken stones on the ground were transformed into stone chains again, binding its feet.
The troll's massive body was about to move, but it was tripped by the chains and fell down.
A heavy sound echoed from the ground.
The stone chains binding its feet broke again and turned back into gravel.
Transformation magic is indeed very useful.
The troll, lying on the ground, roared in anger. The sudden dizziness from falling to the ground actually made it sober up from its anger.
It looked at Harry with its one eye, grabbed a stone nearby, and smashed it towards Harry.
The Magic Sword, just formed, could only break this stone first.
After breaking the stone, Harry saw the troll had propped itself up and was about to get up.
【So fast? Oh no, the Slowing Spell has worn off!】Harry's face changed. The duration of buffing and debuffing magic is related to one's strength attribute and the opponent's strength.
The higher the strength, the longer the duration. The stronger the opponent, the shorter the duration accordingly.
The specific values don't have a concrete time display, Harry has to judge it himself.
After all, this is a real world of magic, there are no rounds.
His current strength is still very weak. Plus, this is the first time he's faced a magical creature like this, he has no idea when it will break free from the slow spell.
"Slowing Spell!" With a thought, the troll's rising movement slowed down again.
Harry seized the opportunity, waved his wand, and the gravel on the ground turned into two chains again, binding its hands, then pulled them apart.
The arm that had been propped up was pulled hard by the two chains. Its upper body, which had just gotten up, fell heavily to the ground again.
The troll, lying on the ground, was obviously much easier to attack.
"Magic Sword!" Harry's emerald green eyes were cold and ruthless. His wand continuously condensed the Magic Sword, one after another shooting towards the troll's neck.
"Roar..." The soft flesh of its neck was hit, the troll roared in pain, trying to struggle to get up.
With the troll's strength, these stone chains wouldn't hold it for long. As long as it struggled slightly, the chains would break.
But it was slowed down by the Slowing Spell, so the time it took to break free from the chains was a little longer. Seizing this opportunity, the Magic Sword hit the soft flesh of its neck again.
This time, the skin on its neck was finally broken by the lightning sword, revealing the tender flesh underneath.
Seeing that the troll was already breaking free from the stone chains, Harry waved his wand again. The gravel on the ground condensed into two chains again and was bound around its hands.
Its upper body fell heavily to the ground again.
You mindless thing, let you see what a noble control system is!
I'll make you unable to move.
"Magic Sword!"
This time, the lightning sword pierced deeply into the flesh behind its neck, then instantly turned into electricity and scattered.
The troll lay on the ground, unable to move.
Its spinal nerves were destroyed.
Harry walked to its head, held his wand in front of its eye sockets.
A lightning sword slowly condensed at the tip of the wand. He spoke softly, "Magic Sword."
A lightning sword instantly shot into its brain, then turned into electricity and scattered.
It made its little head explode.
White and red splattered on Harry.
At the moment he killed the troll, Harry felt his magic increasing.
And the power of his game magic.
According to the game values, Harry had estimated his previous four attributes.
Wisdom can't be shown, after all, he has a lot of magic. Strength 2 points, defense 0 points, attack 1 point (level up after killing the fish).
The wand can add 2 points of strength to the attribute.
And now it is.
Strength 4 points, defense 0 points, attack 1 point.
Level up by 3!
Harry looked affectionately at the troll lying dead at his feet.
He couldn't help but squat down and pat its headless neck affectionately.
What a lovely troll.
If only there were a few more.
He looked around, the entire bathroom was in shambles, the troll's destructive power was undeniable.
Walking out of the bathroom, Hermione's feet and lower body were covered in wounds, her delicate skin was covered in blood.
This was the result of being dragged out of the pile of gravel by Harry just now.
The otter girl was fainted.
Her mood was already very sad. She had been crying for an afternoon and used up all her strength. She was frightened again when she came out, and then was dragged so roughly by Harry, her body finally couldn't take it anymore.
Harry patted her little face, wanting to wake her up.
"Hermione, wake up."
She didn't wake up.
Harry used a little more force.
Slap, slap.
"Hermione, wake up."
Hermione slowly woke up, her eyes opened drowsily.
Then a wave of pain came from her body.
"Hiss, it hurts." Hermione frowned miserably. She felt a stinging pain all over her body, especially her lower body, which hurt so much even when she moved a little. Oh, and her face also hurt.
"Can you get up?" Harry held out his hand.
"Hiss..." The otter girl endured the pain, reached out to grab Harry's hand and got up.
She actually wasn't badly injured, just some skin wounds. It was painful, of course, but not so bad that she couldn't get up. After all, she didn't break any bones.
"Ah, the troll! Run!" After standing up, the otter girl's mind obviously recovered and she immediately let out a scream.
She remembered there was a troll in the bathroom.
She pulled Harry's hand and wanted to run.
But she couldn't pull him.
"The troll is dead, don't worry." Harry said softly, a hint of joy in his voice.
Hermione was stunned and looked at Harry, wanting to say something.
At this time, hurried footsteps approached quickly.
It was the professors.
Ron was with McGonagall, Snape and Quirrell.
But it's more accurate to say he was being dragged than leading the way.
He was walking on his toes.
He walked with a light tiptoe, as if he knew how to do light kung fu.
"Harry?!" McGonagall exclaimed. Seeing Harry, whose entire robe was stained with blood and brains, she nearly couldn't catch her breath.
Snape's face changed, he left Ron and limped faster, almost running.
Quirrell jumped over Harry and entered the bathroom. Seeing the headless troll, he clasped his hands to his chest, looking scared.
"Don't worry Professor, I'm fine, I didn't even get hurt. "Harry smiled, instead comforting the two professors, "This is all from the troll."