44 Consider Being a Butcher (2/2)

Casimir snuck into the washroom, unnoticed by the troll and, after watching the troll's actions, he realized that it was actually very slow and very clumsy, only using its huge body size and enormous strength to overpower its opponents. Aside from that, it practically had no skill to speak of.

Casimir licked his lips. It was exactly this type of opponent that he was most skilled against.

Without further ado, he directly pulled out his choice of weapon from his bag; the Egyptian sickle-sword that his father had gifted to him years back. Finally, it would have its chance to taste blood for the first time on this day.

But, first thing's first, he had to get the person trapped inside the stall out before having his fun.

With a starting sprint, Casimir ran straight towards the troll and leapt high up to kick its weak spot at the back of its neck while hitting its temple with the blunt handle of his sword, dazing it and causing it to stumble to the ground.

Taking this chance, Casimir landed on the ground stably and ran towards the closed stall. He yanked the door roughly and opened it, revealing a horrified Hermione inside.

”Miss Granger, let's go!” Casimir shouted and tried to pull Hermione away but, the girl was frozen stiff as if she had been petrified.

The troll was starting to get up, not leaving much time for hesitation so, Casimir just pulled Hermione roughly and began running towards the door.

What he didn't expect was, two boys suddenly entered the washroom just when he was about to run out, causing them to crash into each other and fall on the ground.

At this time, the troll had finally gotten up and turned its sights to them in rage.

With a resounding roar, it charged towards them, its wooden club waving around wildly.

In moments like this, a bad teammate was scarier than a good opponent.

”Damn you, Potter!” Casimir yelled out and stood up as fast as he could and grabbed his sword, just in time to deflect the club which was aimed to smash their heads open.

”Get out of here, now!” He screamed at the three people who seemed to have frozen behind him, his shoulders aching from the force impacted on them.

Even though he had been training for a few months already, coupled by his experience being a top assassin once, it still didn't change the fact that his current body was still too weak. It was already a miracle that he had deflected the full forced attack from a troll!

Hearing his scream, the three finally reacted and scrambled away, giving him enough room to battle with the troll.

”Bring it on, you big monkey!” Casimir yelled out, challenging the troll with his sword pointed right at it.

”Graaaaahhhh!!!” The troll roared at him in reply, the smell of mold, decay, and dirty sewer water, billowing out towards Casimir.

Then, it charged.

The moment it did, however, Casimir moved as well, running towards the wall to his right and leapt, using the wall to propell himself upwards and somersaulted, his body flying in a clean arc right above the troll's head.

While he was airborne, he extended his right hand where he held the sword and slashed hard.

At this moment, Draco finally returned, followed by McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell. What they saw inside the washroom, however, was not the gory sight they were expecting.

Thud!

In front of everyone's eyes, a headless troll stood, its head rolling on the ground near its feet and soon, its body followed, falling on the ground with a loud thud.

Everyone then, turned to look at the boy who stood at the very front, holding a bloody sword in his hand.For some reason, aside from his sword, his body was free from blood...or any dirt for that matter.

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”Marie, I think it would be better if you'd choose a different career aside from being a wizard.” Draco suddenly said, breaking the silence. ”Being a butcher might do you more good.”