What Soul-Stealing Curse? This is my brother Imperio.

Chapter 62 What Soul-Stealing Curse? This is my brother Imperio.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the small cardboard box suddenly burst into flames, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into the air. The spot where it had been was now completely filled by a giant monster that had suddenly appeared…

"Snoring..."

The creature, with its gray skin, enormous size but unusually small head, and foul odor, slowly got up from the ground, making a snoring muffled sound. Then it looked around and scratched its head, seemingly wondering why it would wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling.

Then, it suddenly sniffed and turned its head towards the direction of the women's restroom: it smelled of food!

It let out a happy growl, and with a wobbly gait, carried the stick towards the toilet door, preparing to treat itself to a meal, completely unaware of how far its "loud" roar had traveled...

"Now."

Avada Kedavra pointed his wand at the back of the troll's head and then whispered a spell.

"The soul leaves the body."

Don't overthink it. As a law-abiding wizard, Avada Kendavia wouldn't use any unforgivable curse. He was just thinking about his distant relative Imperio, so he whispered his name.

As the eldest of the three Unforgivable Curses, and having obtained the rudimentary form of the Imperius Curse last year, possessing profound knowledge of mental power and having been personally instructed by Voldemort for two months, he has naturally mastered the Imperius Curse, though not yet proficient; at least for now, he cannot cast it silently. However, after this practical application of the spell and observing its magical structure, his understanding of the Imperius Curse will likely increase significantly once again.

After whispering the incantation, he immediately felt an invisible thread extending from his wand and probing into the troll's brain, which was smaller than a walnut. He felt he could freely convey his thoughts to the troll, and whatever he said, the troll would obediently do as he was told…

"Give me a couple more low growls," he tentatively ordered.

"Snoring..."

A deep roar suddenly erupted from the giant's mouth, its loudness amplified to make it sound like rolling thunder throughout the castle.

Why isn't Hermione running yet? I've already yelled twice!

Hearing the chaotic screams coming from the auditorium, Avada wondered, "Could they be paralyzed with fear?"

"Then yell a couple more times, preferably a bit of Morse, to make her run away quickly..."

He was about to make the troll roar a few more times when he suddenly realized that the "loud voice" spell had disappeared from the troll.

"...That's true, Voldemort couldn't possibly leave such obvious traces."

"Alright, then slowly approach the toilet, move slowly, make your footsteps loud, and pace around the toilet entrance for a while..."

The troll obediently stomped its feet at the toilet door, making a series of muffled thuds—but the toilet door remained unmoved.

Run!

Avada was practically gritting his teeth—if time dragged on until the professors arrived, he risked being exposed! Although there were contingency plans, the uncertainty was too great; it was best to avoid using them if possible…

"Wait, could it be that the gambling giant didn't notice her?"

"Should we just break down the door and force her out? No, that's a bit unethical, and also a bit dangerous..."

"Then let the troll head straight for the Great Hall, run into the professors halfway there, and deliver their heads. That'll solve the problem! As for why the troll would do that, let Voldemort figure it out himself!"

Avada frowned, about to give the troll the command to turn, when he suddenly heard two anxious shouts:

"Hermione!"

Hermione, where are you?

Avada turned his head and saw Harry and Ron running quickly toward the toilet with wands in hand, shouting Hermione's name as they did so.

"..."

Now that they'd delivered themselves to their doorstep, it wouldn't be right for the troll to do nothing. So Avada Kedavra controlled the troll to turn and roar at Harry and Ron, brandishing his club menacingly, his message being nothing more than: I'm fierce, run!

The effect was remarkable—Harry and Ron immediately stopped in their tracks, their faces pale as they stared at the tall, ferocious monster before them.

Then, he shakily raised the wand.

"Hermione, where are you? If you're in the bathroom, the trolls are confronting us right now! Run!"

"..."

Yes, that takes courage. No wonder you're from Gryffindor.

Avada really wanted the troll to knock himself out with a stick, then escape his misery and go back to Hufflepuff's common room—but he had no choice; to avoid giving himself away, he had to keep acting.

"Roar roar roar!"

The troll, waving its arms and legs, slowly approached Harry and Ron, startling them so much that they retreated hastily, gradually moving away from the door of the women's restroom...

Click.

The women's restroom door suddenly opened by itself, and a head with fluffy hair popped out, shouting urgently, "Quick, get inside! The troll seems unable to enter the restroom!"

"Hermione!"

Harry and Ron were overjoyed upon hearing this, and rushed past the "slow-moving" troll as fast as they could ever have, slipping into the women's restroom and slamming the door shut with a bang.

Avada: ...

I'm sorry, I was wrong. I placed too many restrictions on the trolls, which caused you to have unnecessary misconceptions.

So, Avada decisively had the troll knock open the toilet door with its club—finding food and not chasing it was not in the troll's nature, and it was also a good opportunity to teach these three little rascals a lesson: Trolls! Do! Go! into! Toilets!

Hearing the screams coming from the toilet, he even felt a little satisfied amidst his guilt.

Next came the stress-free performance segment: Avada, controlling the troll, haphazardly banged and punched around the toilet, but couldn't even touch a single hair on the three people's heads—a true master of human outline drawing. Meanwhile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were completely oblivious to the anomaly, frantically throwing bricks and pipes at the troll, seemingly with no intention of escaping…

"Oh, right, the troll is still blocking the door; they can't escape."

So Avada tried to maneuver the troll aside so the three could escape. However, to Harry and his friends, who were unaware of the situation, the troll appeared enraged by their provocation and was menacingly marching towards Ron, who was near the corner of the wall…

"No!"

Harry yelled as fast as he could, then leaped forward, wrapped his arms around the troll's neck from behind, and plunged his wand straight into one of the troll's nostrils—a scene of Gargantuar and the imp zombie enjoying themselves immensely.

"No!"

This time it was Avada's turn to wail: a tremendous pain had just assaulted the troll's mind, almost causing his Imperius Curse to fail. Fortunately, he quickly squeezed out his mental energy to increase the power of the Imperius Curse, thus regaining control of the troll.

"These three guys are just my nemesis..."

Finally, after witnessing Ron's beautiful Levitation Charm strike the troll on the head with a stick, he quietly left before the professors arrived, having already dispelled the Imperius Curse. One advantage of the Imperius Curse is that it leaves almost no trace after being dispelled; otherwise, so many Death Eaters wouldn't have been able to escape charges by claiming they were "cursed by the Imperius Curse."

Then, he calmly went to the second floor to use the restroom, returned to the entrance of the auditorium, and pondered for a while while looking at the empty auditorium before turning back to Hufflepuff's common room—to go all out with the act.

"What's going on?"

He pushed open the door and asked, "Why are you all back? I just went to make a potion and went to the bathroom, and when I got back to the auditorium, everyone was gone!"

"By Merlin, you have no idea, there was a giant just now..."

(End of this chapter)