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Chapter III

A roughly build man kneeled to the ground to examine the body of a dead beheaded troll that was lying in a most peculiar position with it's limbs either squeezed out of their places or just simply so filled with cuts that it was impossible to say what they looked like in the first place. The body and the grass underneath it was soaking with blood and something that seemed to be the creatures internal organs for they were connected to the cut that was only halfway visible since the creature was lying on its stomach. The head hadentangleditself onto the vegetation a few meters away. The man did not even wince and the expression on his determined face, which looked like a rough wood sculpture, was only mildly bored. The eyes that were placed deep in their places underneath the thick black eyebrows zoomed trough the body noticing nothing that had any significance. He stood up aiding himself with a thick wooden staff that had a pearly grey bead affixed to it. The man's clothes looked blotted with red that was slowly drying and becoming brown.

"Vincent!"

A younger man hiding behind a tree stumbled forward at the sound of the name.

"Good. You didn't escape further this time. We were mistaken. This is just a normal troll."

"I see, sir." Vincent tore his big round eyes away from the body that was making him feel unwell. His master gave him a few more orders and started to march towards the forest on top of the hillside, they currently were standing. Continually nauseated, Vincent picked up the smallish package from the ground and followed the man.

"Is there a problem with the troll, Vincent?" The man strolling in front of him asked silently.

"No sir. I-I just don't like... I mean… isn't there a slightly less… bloody way to get rid of them… a clean one…"

The man stopped walking and shot a piercing glance at Vincent. After he walked forwards, Vincent swallowed uncertainly and gripped the package firmly.

"I'm sorry, master Slytherin."

"Good."

A faint noise from the bushes on the top of the hill caught Salazar Slytherins attention. He continued pacing to the direction with no interference. His apprentice followed him stumbling to the roots and uneven ground, obviously having a hard time keeping up with him. Apparently he had a hard time even to subsist at all. Salazar decided against caring. He was tired and in an unbelievably bad mood as it was. Being shadowed for hours didn't really give him any comfort either.

A slight movement and a negligent shadow fell to the ground for only a moment too long. A muggle. If it would have been in his character, he would have laughed. Their fierce shadow. And that was who it had been the whole time. A muggle. He was sure it was no wizard. Such thing he would have detected long ago. Salazar slowed down. Something was wrong. There was something moving in the opposite direction to the muggle he had detected before. The notion made him sneer in his mind. So there were many.

The man reached the top of the hill slowly. One by one, he located the shadows hiding behind the trees and rocks and learned very quickly they were surrounding him and his apprentice. He was tired of muggles. They probably wanted to capture them to be burned and chopped to pieces. They had been there when the troll was killed after all. Stupid creatures. They honestly believed they had a chance.

It took some time before the muggles felt like doing something. They had circled around the two wizards and by the hour were getting more and more confident. Vincent however didn't seem to notice a thing. He just stamped behind him occasionally humming something gravely. And when the muggles decided to act, he literally jumped, dropped his wand (which Rowena so humbly had given to Salazar and he quite graciously thrown to the apprentice who clumsily had broken his staff) and made small squeaking noises. Quite surely he would have run away again if the muggles hadn't been all around them.

Even master Slytherin had to admit that he was surprised when a brown haired man jumped towards him from behind with no warning. The muggle didn't however fight him. He just gripped his hand and tore the staff away from him while all he could do was stare. The man ran quickly back to the safety of the trees clutching the staff in his hands while the other muggles surrounded them.

There were six of them, which Salazar noted with a mild amusement. He had expected more. They came out of their hiding places from behind the trees and bushes with bows and arrows and rusted swords, but mostly dungforks that they pointed threateningly at them. The brown haired man with a bow that was probably the only proper weapon amongst them stepped forwards first.

"You are trespassing our land, witch."

"Excuse me? This land is the property of no-one."

The muggle smirked evilly and pointed the arrow towards Vincent, who was lying on the ground, trying not to be seen.

"It may be so, but there is no place for the likes of you in this world. You are too close to my land. Where ever you are."

Salazar looked calmly at the crowd surrounding them. Most of them were grinning wildly at the chance of being able to bring about the punishment to the wizards, who were helplessly surrounded. Salazar felt his mouth compose an uncanny smile and reached the wand at the ground with his left foot.

"You asked for a clean way of doing that, Vincent. I believe I should show you, after all, I am supposed to be your teacher," he said eyes flashing greedily.

With a swift movement, he reached the wand, repelled the arrow shot towards him and turned towards the muggles. Most of them didn't have the time to comprehend what happened, as he, with a single movement of his wrist, made a jet of green light erupt from the tip of the wand while yelling:

"Avada Kedavra!"