Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 470
In the early morning, the golden sunlight shines through the glass of the attic as if falling on the sleeping Dumbledore.

Today is a beautiful sunny day, which is rare in the country of this season.

Dumbledore on the bed slowly opened his eyes, he glanced at the sunlight outside the window in confusion, and then closed his eyes again.

He wasn't ready to get out of bed, he'd been getting more and more lethargic since the arm was hurt, but that wasn't a bad thing, Snape said it was just a normal reaction to the magic suppression curse in him.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office. Hearing the fast and powerful knock, it was obvious that the visitor was not kind.

"Ugh!"

With a long sigh, Dumbledore got up from the bed with difficulty.

He was still wearing the ridiculous speckled pajamas, but he didn't mean to change, but walked directly to the door.

"crunch~"

The door opened, and outside the door stood a group of professors including Snape and McGonagall with a fierce face.

The current state of these people is a bit strange, their hairstyles are messy, and their wizard robes are even tattered. Among them, Snape even has a faint smell of blood wafting from his body.

Dumbledore frowned when he smelled it, and he looked at Snape's trembling right hand and said slowly:
"Is it bad?"

"It couldn't be worse!" Snape said through gritted teeth. "There were more than a hundred wizards attacking last night. If it wasn't for the cover of Hogwarts' protective cover, we would never have been able to come back!"

As he spoke, Snape's usual right hand trembled even more.

The reward order issued by Penello in the name of Mike was not only for students in Hogwarts, she also posted the same notice in Diagon Alley and even Knockturn Alley.

Ever since, everyone went crazy, and countless desperadoes flocked to Hogwarts like crazy. Their purpose was only one, and that was to break into Hogwarts and find out that assassin!
It's a pity that Hogwarts' protective ability is not jealous. After fighting Snape and others all night and leaving behind dozens of corpses, those desperadoes finally retreated.

But they didn't go far, but gathered in the forest around Hogwarts.

They knew very well that the reward of [-] Galleons would definitely attract outlaws like them, so they were just accumulating strength, and once their number reached a peak, they would attack again!

"We have to get Mike to withdraw the bounty!"

Mag said decisively.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed again, turned and returned to the office, "Come in and talk, don't stand outside."

The three of them walked into the office and sat down, while Dumbledore poured black tea for them one by one.

Snape, who had already been hungry and thirsty all night, drank the tea in the cup without thinking, but his right hand holding the teacup was trembling violently, and half of the tea in the cup was spilled on his dilapidated on the robe.

Dumbledore helped him fill up the tea, frowned and said:

"Are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Snape shook his head, gulping down again.

And Mag next to him pursed his lips when he heard the words.

She knew very well that Snape was lying!
The battle last night was extremely dangerous, and the group of desperadoes was not a rabble, McGonagall could recognize that many of these people used tactics and spells that were exclusively used by striker troops and even Auror troops, and this also made their Identity becomes self-evident!

McGonagall smirked.

Ironically, many of these people may have been taught by them themselves, but now they point their wands at their former teachers.

It's just that Mag doesn't blame them, because she knows very well that these people have gone crazy.

Now that Voldemort is growing stronger, there is no hope for this gj, and the [-] gold Galleons offered by Mike are life-saving money for them!With that [-] Galleons, they can take their family and flee the country and start a new life!
Therefore, those Aurors and strikers showed strength far beyond their own level. Under their desperate attack, Snape was injured, seriously injured, so serious that he couldn't participate in the next wave of battles at all!

And this meant that when the next round of attacks came, Hogwarts would be breached.

The light in Professor McGonagall's eyes dimmed more and more. She was so sad that Hogwarts was about to be broken by its former children.

But at this moment, there was a violent coughing sound from the side.

McGonagall turned around and saw that Snape who was drinking water was coughing continuously, and a large stream of blood mixed with tea kept gushing out of his mouth!

His internal organs were seriously injured, and the act of gulping water just now stimulated the injury even more.

"Severus!"

Everyone leaned forward anxiously. Although they didn't like Snape, they were comrades in arms now.

Snape waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then took out a cup of emerald green potion from his pocket and drank it down.

After a while, his breathing finally calmed down, and Dumbledore and others beside him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Last night, his men broke into the Slytherin lounge and kidnapped Draco!" Snape said fiercely with blood on his mouth, "That bastard must not let him go!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the room lowered their heads. As the houses of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, McGonagall and Sprout are very aware that there has been a mess in Hogwarts today. Regiment, the students are rioting unscrupulously in the castle.

Normally, they would have easily suppressed these students, but now, they are being dragged by powerful enemies from outside, and they have no time to care about the riots in the school.

"Huh! I see," Dumbledore said with a long sigh of relief, "I'll talk to Mike in a moment."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was silent. They knew the meaning of Dumbledore's conversation with Mike, which meant that they were going to compromise with Mike.

This is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing, but it can only be done now, after all, the situation no longer allows them to care about face.

For a moment, a quiet needle drop could be heard in the office, and even Snape, who clamored to make Mike look good at the beginning, fell silent.

Everyone had their own thoughts, all bowed their heads in silence.

I don't know how long it took, Professor Sprout sighed deeply, and sighed:

"Oh, good boy, how did it become like this!"

Sprout's sigh echoed in the principal's room, and he didn't know if he was talking about those outlaw wizards last night or Mike.

The faint light in Dumbledore's eyes stirred, he looked at the bright sunlight outside the window, and after a while he said slowly:
"Yeah, how did it become like this?"

……

At the same time, in Mike's ward, Professor Flitwick was staring at Mike on the hospital bed with an angry face, while the latter looked at Flitwick with a flattering expression.

"Teacher, don't worry, nothing will happen outside, I have a sense of proportion!"

Mike assured Flitwick, patted his chest.

But Flitwick shook his head helplessly when he heard the words.

He was pitted by Mike.

He originally planned to participate in the Hogwarts resistance battle last night, but Mike sold out badly, which made Professor Flitwick not participate in the battle in a hurry, but stayed by Mike's side all night.

Now, Dumbledore and even the deans of the other three colleges probably have a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, Flitwick became even more depressed.

If possible, he really wanted to strangle Mike directly, but obviously, he was not willing to do so. You must know that Mike was his best and most beloved disciple, and he would not strangle Mike even if he strangled himself.

"Oh! You bastard, I've been tricked by you!"

Professor Flitwick patted Mike on the forehead, and Mike wailed as if he had been hit hard.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.

Now that the matter has come to this point, there is no need for him to continue to be angry, no matter what Dumbledore and the others think of him, he will accept it, and the soldiers will cover it up!
Seeing that Professor Flitwick finally calmed down, Mike was also relieved.

He didn't lie, it was really for Professor Flitwick's good not to let Professor Flitwick go to the war last night.

No one knew better than him how thrilling the battle last night was. With the addition of Aurors and Strikers, the fighting power of that group of desperadoes was so strong that it was beyond the charts. The dean estimated that his life would also be in danger.

If Professor Flitwick refuses to forgive himself, then he really doesn't know what to do, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick is still with him after all.

Thinking of this, the smile on Mike's face became even brighter.

He's in a really good mood right now.

Because his injuries have basically healed.

Now, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands, and due to the excessive use of magic power, the magic channel inside the body has been forcibly expanded, and Mike's strength has jumped and skyrocketed!

According to Mike's preliminary estimate, his magic power level has increased by at least [-]% compared to before, the power of silent spells has increased by [-]%, and the power of casting spells without a wand has directly doubled.

This increase is extremely terrifying, because Mike's own strength is already at a very high level.

Today's Mike let alone Snape, even Dumbledore and Voldemort are confident that he can fight each other.

Of course, it was just two moves. If he really fought those two monsters desperately, Mike would probably have to run for his life in the third move.

There is no way to do this, the rank span between the two parties is simply too great.

Madam Pomfrey couldn't explain the changes that happened to Mike, and in the end she could only classify it as a medical miracle, because it was neither scientific nor magical.

Even Mike himself was stupefied. He didn't understand what happened to him at all. He could only guess that it was Lady Luck who kissed him again. After all, this wasn't the first time.

Mike looked at his hands with piercing eyes, hesitating to lose his magic power. He was in extreme anxiety and anxiety all day long, which is why Professor Flitwick would rather suspend class and go to the infirmary to accompany him He vaguely felt the reason for Mike, his students are having a hard time now.

But now, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands again, feeling the surging magic power constantly flowing in his body, Mike even has the idea of ​​going out right now and throwing a few fireballs to enjoy himself.

It's a pity that he can't do this yet because he still has guests waiting.

The door of the ward was opened silently, and Dumbledore walked in silently alone.

He first glanced at Flitwick with his lips pursed, and then looked at Mike with a complicated expression.

The smile on the face of Professor Flitwick, who was glanced at by Dumbledore, froze for a moment. He looked nervously at the tall and thin wizard in front of him, waving his arms meaninglessly in the air.

"Dumbledore, I..."

"Filius, you don't need to say anything. I can't blame you for what happened last night, I know that very well. But you'd better explain it to Severus and the others, they are very angry."

Dumbledore said without looking back.

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick's waving hand in mid-air fell down. He lowered his head with a tangled expression.

He knew very well that Dumbledore wanted him to leave so that he could talk to Mike alone, but as Mike's teacher, Flitwick really didn't want Mike to face this kind of situation alone.

Gritting his teeth, Flitwick put back the pg that he had lifted off the chair.

Compared with Flitwick's nervousness, Mike's state is much better.

He just looked at Dumbledore quietly, with a faint smile on his lips.

Mike knew very well that it was impossible for Dumbledore to embarrass himself at this stall.

After raising the pillow behind him a little higher, Mike said with a half-smile:
"Principal Dumbledore, why did you come here suddenly? Could it be that you have already caught the assassin who attacked me?"

Dumbledore frowned tightly, and the dry skin on his forehead was even squeezed out a few deep forehead lines.

"Not yet. I came to see you today for something else."

"Oh? That's really regrettable." Mike spread his hands and continued, "Fortunately, I expected this a long time ago, so I spent a lot of money and hired many professionals to deal with this matter. It should only be a matter of time before that assassin emerges."

As soon as this remark came out, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly sharpened, his long snow-white beard moved without wind, and a vast wave of wia was spreading in the ward.

"enough!"

Dumbledore said slowly.

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening to Mike, which directly made him frown in pain.

Almost instantly, the magic power in Mike's body gushed out crazily as if he had been stimulated by something, forming a layer of light blue halo on his body surface, firmly resisting Dumbledore's coercion!
(End of this chapter)