26 killing a troll
'Now, how should I kill this troll once I get to it?' Alaric thought to himself as he was continuously using [Celeri] to rapidly approach the scene where the troll standoff would happen.
'While using a blunt object as they did in the canon would be interesting, just to test out the durability of the creature, I think I'm going to experiment with just how resistant trolls are to magic.'
While most trolls are resistant and damn near nigh-invincible against magic attacks of most kinds, Alaric knew that was only against a wizard with an average amount of power. Someone like Dumbles or even Flitwick would be able to take down an average troll using only magic.
However, there are certain subspecies of trolls that are literally impervious to magic, it is quite a vexing idea really, the simple fact that most trolls are resistant to magic is already an interesting ordeal as is, but given that there are a select few that can just shrug off even an Avada Kedavra is quite, bizarre.
Alaric was hoping that the kind of troll Quirrell had let in wasn't one of the impervious breeds. He was hoping to be able to test the effect of magically conjured elements against a troll's tough magic-resistant hide.
As he rounded a corner while still heading toward the first-floor girl's bathroom, Alaric suddenly picked up the magical signature of another troll, somewhere around the fourth floor.
'Hmm, do I have time to deal with this one and then move on to the other specimen?' Alaric mused to himself as he started tracking the professor's movements using his magic sense while trying to gauge if they would arrive before he left the scene.
Deciding that the second troll was the better option due to the relative privacy in which he would be able to fight the beast, Alaric changed direction and started heading to his new destination.
--The Fourth Floor, Hogwarts--
*Crash*
*Boom*
"Hehehe, yes, yes! wreak more havoc you stupid troll!" Quirrellmort yelled to himself in glee as he watched the destruction the troll on the first floor was causing, he even watched as the scene from the first book and movie played out.
"No! N-n-n-n-no, NOOOOOO!" Quirrelmort screeched as he watched the troll be taken out with surprising ease by the golden trio.
"WHY?!"
"HOW?!"
"ARGHHHH!"
*Crash*
Quirrellmort threw the mirror that was broadcasting the fight toward the ground and it shattered on impact.
After a few moments of throwing a tantrum, Quirrellmort went to another magic mirror and activated, what greeted him was the scene of the second troll lazily waltzing around the fourth corridor.
"Although it infuriates me that the Potter boy and his vile little friends defeated the first troll, at least this second one should cause some sort of destruction, leaving me an ample amount of time to look for that blasted stone!" Quirrellmort spat out as he said "Harry's name with a venomous tone
"Hmm? What's this? Then, what was his name, ah, right, the Reinhardt boy has found the second troll, what in the bloody hell is he doing up there. Well, no matter, the troll should make quick work of him leaving this world with one less Bastard of that godforsaken family, the whole lot of them should've been fried and stuck on skewers and slow-roasted like the lizards they are.
Just as he was about to look away expecting the imminent demise of Alaric, Quirrellmort heard something that he was not in the least expecting to hear. he heard the troll yelp in pain and fear.
"What in the-
*Fwoosh!*
--With Alaric moments before--
"Finally, I found you, you lumbering idiotic bloke."
Noticing the troll still not paying him any attention, Alaric taunted it and called out to it.
"Hey, you! I'm talking to you, you giant fucking waste of space. Come and get me, bastard!" Alaric yelled out as he ran toward the troll and slid between its legs and used [celeri] to get to the other side of the hall, disorienting the troll and causing it to spin around and land on its ass with a loud, thud.
'What should I try first?'
As the disoriented troll tried its best to regain its bearings, Alaric was mentally scrolling through his known elemental spells, that was until he got the bright idea to just...
Zap the living shit out of the troll.
"Welp looks like your life subscription has expired," Alaric said as azure blue lightning sparks started to form in his hands and progressed into crackling bolts of deadly blue lightning, once he was ready to launch an attack, it was like two mini storm clouds were held within his palms.
"Höllischer Sturm!" As soon as he said the name of his spell, the two tempests that he held in his hands left his grasp and flew over the top of the troll and unleashed an apocalyptic amount of lightning, this onslaught of lightning continued for a whole minute until all that was left in the trolls place were literal ashes and several meters large scorch marks on the ground.
The spell Alaric just used, höllischer Sturm, is an old spell translating to 'Hellish Storm' that he developed during his life as Alaric III, it was a spell that fully utilized his control over the elements as it created two mini storm clouds that, when launched, would unleash a, well, hellish lightning storm the likes of which no human nor magical creature has been able to survive as of yet, even whole armies have been decimated by this powerful spell.
"Ahh, that felt good, it's been some time since I could flex my magic like that, just like flexing a muscle it felt pretty good."
"Now, what should I do with our little peeping... tom," Alaric said to himself as he looked up to the corner of the corridor and stared into what seemed to be nothing, while he stared up at the area, he flashed his draconic eyes as a devilish smile slowly crept upon his face.
--With the two-face twat--
"..."
"THAT INSOLENT WHELP! HOW DARE HE MESS WITH MY BELONGINGS!"
"I SHALL HAVE HIS HEAD!" Quirrellmort was currently having a giant meltdown like the little childish prat he is.
As the students were being escorted to their dormitories, all they could hear in the background was a very faint...
REEEEEEEEEEEEE!
--The day of the first quidditch match of Gryffindor vs Slytherin--
It was currently the morning of the day of the quidditch opening and Alaric was sitting in the great hall munching on some toast, no, it doesn't have any damn beans on it!
"Hey, Alaric!" Rhys called out as he sat himself next to Alaric much to his chagrin.
"Hello to you too, Rhys." Alaric greeted him back, although the boy annoys Alaric most of the time, he has come to enjoy the overly enthusiastic Welshman's presence, he likes to think of Rhys like a little puppy or something of the like.
"Hey, did you hear? Apparently, some kid stumbled upon a weird scene on the fourth floor." Rhys said with wonder in his tone at the new gossip and mystery
"Oh, do tell," Alaric said in an amused tone, something that flew right over the young Welsh wizard's head
"Well, from what I've heard, the professors went to the scene on the fourth floor and even they are confused as to what could've caused such intense scorch marks, I even heard that the headmaster himself went there and was shocked at the amount of magic power that was left from the area," Rhys said excitedly as he chatted away, not noticing Alaric had checked out of the conversation and was deep in thought.
'So the old man could feel my leftover magic huh, well, if he decides to call me in about it, I guess he'll just have to also cough up what the hell that dark magic wound is on his abdomen.' Alaric thought as he finished his food and left for class, leaving behind Rhys who was still talking away with one of their housemates.
--Later, the Quidditch stadium--
Sigh, "I can't believe I let you drag me here today." Alaric grumbled as he walked into the quidditch stadium accompanied by Daphne, Tracey, and surprisingly, Hermione, who has become decent friends with Tracey and Daphne.
"Oh be quiet over there you grumpy dragon, this will be fun, you get to watch our house wipe the floor with Gryfindor in quidditch today!" Tracey exclaimed in excitement
"Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure that we will win today." Alaric asked with some annoyance in his tone, considering he already knew how this match would end, he saw no reason to attend, but alas, when threatened with being constantly annoyed by the most energetic girl in Slytherin, he could only lament as he agreed.
"Yeah! Alaric is right, don't go writing us off so soon, especially with Harry playing today, I'm sure he will catch the snitch before Slytherin even knew what hit them." Hermione said in a fiery tone to refute Tracey, although they were friends, they both were also quite passionate about the house rankings, so when it came to something like this, it immediately lit a fire under both of them.
Since the seats were pretty much segregated by the house, Hermione was all but forced to go up the stands and stay with the other little Gryffindors, so she did just that and went to go sit with Hagrid and Ronikens, leaving the three Slytherins to go find their own seating.
Once the trio had made it to their seats, the game was about to begin, commenting this match was of course Lee Jordan. a bright and eccentric young lad who had a penchant for public speaking.
Sitting up in the tallest booth with some of the professors along with McGonagall and even Dumbledore himself, Lee Jordan turned on the magic mic, tested it out, and began his introduction.
"Hello everyone! I am Lee Jordan your announcer for today, welcome to Hogwart's first quidditch game of the season!" He shouted into the mic with a jovial voice
"Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor!"
As soon as he announced the teams that were playing both houses and stands erupted in cheers as the students were all pumped for the upcoming match.
The players on both teams came out from their tunnels and began flying around the stadium, Alaric using his draconic eyes, could see Harry riding the famous Nimbus 2000 that he got as a gift.
'Hmm, I wonder if I should try out next year, who knows, Quidditch could be a nice time killer.' Alaric mused to himself for a moment
Once the players all went to the middle circle of the pitch, Lee Jordan continued on with his announcing.
"The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field, to begin the game!"
As Madam Hooch stepped out on the middle of the field, she gazed up at the players and adorned a stern facial expression as she said her piece.
"Now, I want a nice, clean game... From all of you!" She stated as her gaze landed on the two Slytherin beaters as her eyes narrowed a touch. She then proceeded to kick open the case and bludgers took off along with the golden snitch.
Taking that as his cue, Lee Jordan began his game commentary. "And the bludgers are up, followed by the golden snitch, Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points, the seeker who catches the snitch ends the game.
Once Lee Jordan finished his little commentary, Madam Hooch took hold of the quaffle and launched it up into the air.
"The quaffle is released, and the game begins!"
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Authors note:
Hey everyone, I'm sorry for the erratic updates, I'm trying my best to write whenever i have time and such. I just wanted to run some things past yall about the teen wolf x TVD story I'm brainstorming for. nothing is set in stone but I do at least have some pictures that can post here for yall to vote on which one y'all like the best for the Mc's look.
There are ten options (yes I went over board with MIdjourney, bite me)
- option 1
- option 2
- option 3
- option 4
- option 5
- option 6
- option 7
- option 8
- option 9
- option 10
I hope yall have a great week and thanks for reading! make sure to drop a comment and review and throw all of those stones at me!
