Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 398 New Nightmare
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the miniature fireball sent by Mike hit the puppet target in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a mass of flame exploded from it.

It's just that the flame didn't spread around like a conventional explosion, but spread close to the doll's body as if under control, and finally spelled out two words on the doll, good luck, good luck.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, even the officials of the Wizarding Examination Department who invigilated the exam were the same.

The difference is that the students were only surprised by the visual effect of Mike's fireball, but the wizards who invigilated the examination saw more things from it.

Sometimes it is far more difficult to reduce the power of a spell than to increase the power of a spell. From Mike's flame spell just now, Mike showed amazing control and accuracy of the spell, not to mention Mike is still using silent casting!

To be honest, with Mike's level of magic, let alone the owls exam, you can get excellent results if you go directly to the newl level exam.

"That's right, that's right. He really deserves to be Mr. Flitwick's proud disciple." White Beard suppressed the surprise on his face and pretended to be nonchalant. "Next is the Flying Curse, let's begin."

Nodding his head, Mike still didn't chant or wave the spell, but directly hooked his fingers towards the parchment and let the roll of parchment fly into his hands.

The students behind Mike all exclamated in astonishment, while Whitebeard and the others also looked at each other in blank dismay, some couldn't believe what happened in front of their eyes just now.

Are all the little wizards these days so powerful?Both silent spells and wandless spells are used casually?
But when everyone was stunned again, Mike spoke up.

"Excuse me, can I go?"

"Huh? Huh!" White Beard said in a daze, "Very good, you can go."

Mike saluted them very politely, and then walked away from the examination room.

Professor Flitwick was still waiting patiently outside the examination room, but this time he didn't make a fuss like he did in the morning. He was still very confident in Mike's spell power.

The two were chatting and laughing outside the examination room, waiting for others to come out. Professor Flitwick asked Mike several times to go back to review the Transfiguration exam tomorrow, but Mike was unwilling.

Mike cherishes the time he spends with Professor Flitwick very much. He must know that Voldemort will return completely in a short time.

It will be very difficult for them to continue to live like this until that time.

It wasn't until the sun slowly set that the last candidate came out of the examination room, and at this time there were two more people beside Mike and Professor Flitwick, they were Ron and Hermione, because that The last candidate to come out is officially Harry.

"Harry, you..."

Ron, who was still kicking the wall out of boredom, suddenly regained his spirits when he saw Harry appearing, laughed and wanted to speak, but Mike stopped him as soon as he spoke.

There was no reason, Harry's expression was extremely gloomy at the moment, and it looked like he had failed the exam.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick sighed, came to Harry's side and patted his shoulder lightly, without saying anything.

Harry's eyes were starting to turn red, but he held back his tears.

"Okay, let's go eat first, don't think about those bad things!"

Mike yelled loudly, jumping Harry.

However, this was also a good excuse to hide his emotions. After a soft hum, Harry followed Mike and the others to the restaurant.

The level of dinner this time was a bit better than that at noon, but it was a pity that everyone except Mike and Ron had no appetite.

It was because Harry failed the practical test of Charms in the afternoon, and as for Hermione, she was already busy reviewing the written test of Transfiguration tomorrow morning.

Mike felt a little speechless about this. In fact, with Hermione's knowledge, there was no need to be so nervous when facing the owls-level Transfiguration exam.

Shaking his head, Mike bid farewell to the three of them softly after finishing dinner, and returned to the dormitory alone.

"Shu Ke, how is the staffing going?"

Back in the dormitory, Mike was talking to himself while taking off his coat, and as soon as his words fell, a house elf kneeling on one knee suddenly appeared in the corner.

"Master, all 50 elite wizards have been mobilized at the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, and they are currently being managed by Mr. Arthur. In addition, we have more than 200 wizards who have received preliminary training and have certain combat capabilities. .”

Listening to Shuke's return in his ear, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

Mike is very clear that this war in the Ministry of Magic will definitely break out, and those ordinary wizards fighting in the environment of the Ministry of Magic are just cannon fodder to attract firepower. Only the most elite wizards can severely damage the food Dead Apostles, even killed or wounded Voldemort.

And in order to ensure that he can dispatch manpower to fight at any time, Mike has already begun to mobilize his men to mobilize elite wizards.

Now that all the 50 elite wizards have arrived at the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, it is undoubtedly good news for Mike, because this means that they can be sent to Anywhere connected to the Floo Network starts a battle.

"Very good, now connect me to Arthur, I want to talk to him directly."

Mike spoke softly, and Wen Yan Shuke quickly raised a double-sided mirror in front of Mike.

There was a thick fog in the double-sided mirror, which made it impossible for Mike to see the scene in the mirror clearly, but Mike didn't panic about it at all. He knew very well that this was a sign that the double-sided mirror was connecting.

Sure enough, not long after, the fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and a bearded uncle's face appeared in front of Mike.

"Hi! Mike, are you okay?"

Looking at the somewhat familiar uncle in the mirror who was greeting him, Mike looked confused.

"You...you are Arthur? How did you become like this?"

Mike asked with some uncertainty, and the latter said with some embarrassment:

"Uh, my life is indeed a bit ridiculous these days. I'm dating every day, and my body can't bear it. But don't worry, I'll take a hot bath and shave later."

"I hope you can temporarily stop your absurd daily life." Mike said seriously, "I still need you to lead those 50 elite wizards to be ready to fight at any time! You have been so ridiculous as a commander, you let What do your people think of you?"

Arthur in the mirror scratched his head in embarrassment, and continued to apologize.

But just when Mike was about to continue talking, there was a knock on his door.

Seeing this, Mike quickly put away the double-sided mirror and went to open the door. After opening the door, three equally anxious faces of Harry, Ron, and Hermione appeared in front of him.

"Mike, it's not good, I just had a nightmare again!"

Harry panted and said, at this moment he was still wearing the nightgown Mrs Weasley gave him, the long bangs on his head were all soaked in sweat, drooping weakly on his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

"We need to notify Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

Hermione and Ron on the side also echoed, and these words also reminded Harry, he eagerly grabbed Mike's hand and said loudly:
"Yes, we must tell Dumbledore quickly, this time I dreamed of Sirius he..."

"Don't worry, Harry." Mike interrupted, "Come in first, I'll just use Legilimency on you for the details of the dream later."

Speaking of which, Mike got out of the way and welcomed the three of Harry in.

Then Mike used Legilimency on Harry non-stop, and in order to ensure a clear view of the relevant dream memory, Mike also used the maximum power of Legilimency this time.

As before, Mike invaded Harry's brain almost effortlessly, and just after entering, Mike was surprised to find that he was in the prophecy hall he had seen before, and just like last time, Mike this time He also couldn't control his own body, so he could only watch this movie-like memory from the perspective of a bystander.

Slowly, Mike started to move, and he walked forward slowly.

Through perception, Mike can clearly feel that his current body is in a state of tension. As the body moves forward, his heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

The prophecy hall in front of me is gray and gray, and there are shelves full of piles all around me, and I am walking aimlessly among these shelves, but I don’t know if it is a manifestation of the particularity of the dream, the chair It's been a long time that Mike hasn't seen the end of the prophecy hall, as if this space is infinite.

But it all ended when Mike suddenly turned a corner, because he unexpectedly saw the end of the corridor after turning the corner!
It was a black and blue stone wall, and on the floor below the wall, there was a mass of black things wriggling on the ground, like a wounded animal.

Mike was shocked to find that the body that was providing him with vision suddenly became excited. He walked slowly towards the black shadow on the ground, and at the same time, a cold, high-pitched voice without any kindness came from his mouth. sent out.

"Get it for me! Come on, take it off...I can't touch it...Only you can..."

The sound was short and continuous, like a boa constrictor swallowing its snake letter!

Mike's scalp was about to explode, and he understood the identity of the body that provided him with vision almost instantly - Voldemort!

The black thing on the floor also moved slightly upon hearing the words, and Mike clearly saw a pale, slender hand stretched out from directly below his field of vision, holding a magic wand and pointing at the black mass. film.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

A glimmer of light flashed, and the group of black shadows on the floor screamed in pain. It was only at this moment that Mike discovered that the group of black shadows was actually a human being, to be precise, a man!
The man struggled to get up, but fell to the ground writhing.

Mike laughed wildly from this body now, and then he pointed his wand at the man again, and whispered in a sleepy tone:

"I'm waiting..."

The man on the floor was trembling all over, he propped himself up with great difficulty, and at the same time raised his head to look at Mike.

His face was covered with stains and blood, but Mike recognized him as Sirius Black!
"I will never!"

Sirius said firmly in his rough clothes.

"You have as much backbone as your brother, Blake." Voldemort's cold voice sounded again, "but I believe you will give in in the end, because we have plenty of time to talk slowly, I believe you will give in in the end Yes. So, give it to me quickly..."

Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, he saw Black on the ground spat at him fiercely.

"Snapped!"

The mouthful of dark red spittle fell powerlessly to Voldemort's feet. After doing all this, Black seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell powerlessly to the ground.

His jaw slammed into the hard floor, and there was a muffled sound, followed by a stream of blood slowly slipping from the corner of Black's mouth.

"It's really good..."

Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and even Mike couldn't help shivering with the terrifying killing intent contained in it.

However, Black in front of him grinned his big mouth, revealing his blood-stained teeth, silently laughing at Voldemort.

The pale arm holding the wand moved again, and as he moved, Black let out a more violent scream than the last time.

But at this moment, Mike found that everything in front of him had disappeared—the dream was over!

Mike opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was Harry who had already burst into tears.

Because Mike wanted to see the most accurate memory, Harry had been recalling that nightmare when Mike invaded Harry's brain just now.

And revisiting the memory of Black's torture was undoubtedly painful for Harry.

"Mike, tell Dumbledore quickly, we must save Sirius! He is dying!"

Harry whimpered, but Mike didn't talk to him, let alone comfort him. Instead, he took out the double-sided mirror that Dumbledore gave him from his pocket and wiped it.

Following Mike's movements, mist slowly appeared on the double-sided mirror, and then the mist gradually dissipated, revealing Dumbledore's old face with white beard and hair.

"Children, is there something wrong at this late hour?"

"Dumbledore!" x3
The three of Harry shouted excitedly. Seeing this, Dumbledore also noticed the abnormality, and turned his gradually serious eyes to Mike.

"I have to go to your place right away, Harry just had another nightmare." Mike said bluntly, "I will bring you the specific memory fragments later, but you must immediately confirm that Sirius Black whereabouts, that's important."

"Understood, I'll arrange someone, see you later."

Dumbledore obviously understood the importance of the matter, and instead of asking Mike what happened, he simply and neatly interrupted the connection with the double-sided mirror.

Putting away the double-sided mirror, Mike said to Harry with a straight face:

"Stay here and don't go anywhere, I will come back to you in a while."

Harry looked at Mike helplessly with his mouth open, tears running down his face.

He also knew very well that he hadn't mastered the Occluded Curse, so he was not qualified to meet Dumbledore with Mike at all, so he nodded decisively.

Seeing this, Mike turned around and was about to leave, but he was held back by Harry again.

"Please...please bring Black back! Please!"

Looking at the grief-stricken Harry, Mike nodded firmly.

(End of this chapter)