Professor Lydia just waved her hand, and the gravel and wood chips on the ground turned into ropes, entangling the troll before it could react. With a loud bang, the troll fell to the ground.
Obviously, the troll's little head, which was not much bigger than a coconut, couldn't figure out what was happening. It howled furiously and struggled hard, but it was obvious that the rope that Mag had conjured up using Transfiguration was not something the troll could break free of.
"What on earth do you want to do!" Professor Lydia roared.
"Good evening, Professor." Asher bowed.
"Good evening." "Professor." "Good evening."
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