Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 185: The feasibility of using sniper rifles against Voldemort

Three days later, in the Hogwarts infirmary, Mike was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

It was spring at this time, and the sunlight outside the house was like golden sand, shining through the bay window onto Mike's face, giving his somewhat pale face a hint of gold, which contrasted beautifully with his golden hair.

This should be a beautiful picture, but our Mike doesn't think so.

As if his nap was disturbed by the bright sunlight, Mike frowned and instinctively turned his head to the other side where the sunlight could not reach.

"Hey! It's moving! Wake up, wake up!"

A voice full of fatigue and surprise was heard, finally waking Mike up.

Mike opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was the snow-white ceiling in the ward.

"I slept so comfortably." Mike lay on his back, thinking, "Huh? This is a strange ceiling. Where am I?"

In a daze, Mike finally realized that he was not sleeping in his own dormitory, but in a strange room.

"No, it's not right to say it's strange. Why does this... this ceiling look so familiar? It's like... the ceiling of the infirmary."

After waking up, Mike just stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. He must have slept for a very long time. Why?
The sore and weak feeling in the body and the eyelids that are still unable to open are the best proof. This is clearly a symptom of too much sleep.

"It's so comfortable. Why don't you just sleep for a while."

Thinking of this, Mike smiled and prepared to close his eyes and sleep for a while. However, at this moment, a tearful girl's face suddenly appeared in front of him.

If he encountered this kind of scene normally, Mike promised that he would kiss her without hesitation, but at this moment Mike was still in a trance, so...

"Wow!"

Mike screamed and pulled the quilt back suddenly. It would have been fine if he didn't move. As soon as he moved, Mike felt a burning pain in his chest.

Stimulated by the pain, Mike remembered everything.

'I was injured and unconscious, and a freckled female Jack the Ripper cut open my chest!'

Mike hurriedly lifted the quilt and looked at his chest, only to find that the huge wound in his memory had now turned into layers of snow-white bandages entangled together.

Mike still couldn't believe it, so he reached out and pressed it twice.

'Phew! Fortunately, it is solid. So it was just a nightmare?'

"Mike, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Mike, don't scare us!"

Mike, breathing a sigh of relief, turned his head and saw a group of people surrounding his bed, including Penelope, Franklin and the three saviors.

Among them, Penelope was looking at herself with tearful eyes, and there were two faint dark circles on her delicate face, which showed that she did not get enough rest.

"Ah, I'm fine. Sorry I made you worry."

Mike reported to everyone that he was safe, and the last word of apology was said to Penelope.

Penelope naturally understood what Mike meant, and when she heard Mike say sorry, she threw herself into Mike's arms.

Mike, who still had a bandage on his chest, couldn't withstand her pounce. He groaned and bent his body like a lobster.

"sorry Sorry!"

Penelope also realized that her behavior was inappropriate, and she jumped away all of a sudden. She wanted to help in a panic, but was afraid of hurting Mike again, so she could only apologize repeatedly.

"You two are so in love. Penelope has been staying by your side since you were injured. She has even slept very little."

Harry, who was standing by, sighed with envy, and added silently in his heart: 'Unlike me, a single dog.'

"Yes, yes! What a loving couple!" Franklin said weakly, "Some people are so obsessed with beauty. You should know that I have been guarding you for three days. Look, I even have dark circles under my eyes!"

Seeing the exaggerated expression on Franklin's face, Mike's mouth twitched and he said sarcastically, "Sorry... I really can't see the dark circles under your eyes."

Penelope and Harry were the first to react as soon as these words were spoken. A smile immediately appeared on Penelope's face, which was originally covered with tears, and Harry was grinning so hard that he couldn't stop.

Ron, who was beside Harry, looked at the two people laughing with a confused look on his face.

Harry obviously noticed Ron's embarrassment, and quickly leaned over to Ron's ear and whispered something.

Now Ron finally understood what was so funny and started laughing too.

Even Hermione, who had hidden in the corner of the ward as soon as Mike woke up, was amused by Mike's slightly racist joke.

Then she felt that it was not good to laugh at someone's skin color, so she forced herself to hold back her smile, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't stop rising.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became cheerful, Mike also smiled and secretly gave Franklin a thumbs up.

This guy Franklin did it on purpose!
After seeing Mike's gesture, Franklin raised his eyebrows at Mike, indicating that Mike should not take it to heart.

"What are you talking about? You are so happy."

Just as everyone was laughing, a familiar voice was heard.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfret had arrived in the ward with a freckled girl, who was now looking at them with a smile.

The laughter stopped abruptly. Before they came, Madam Pomfret had warned them not to shout and disturb the patients' rest, and they just laughed so loudly... Thinking of this, Harry and Ron shuddered, as if they had already imagined the scene of Madam Pomfret throwing them out of the infirmary one by one.

But to their surprise, Madam Pomfret and Professor Flitwick didn't even look at them.

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction Professor Flitwick was looking, only to see Mike pointing tremblingly at the freckled girl who came with Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfret, with a look of horror on his face.

"Jack the Ripper!"

As Mike uttered these five words tremblingly, everyone's eyes fell on the freckled girl again.

Perhaps because she felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many people, the freckled girl smiled awkwardly and hid behind Madam Pomfret.

"What's Jack the Ripper?" Ron asked confused.

"He was a serial killer who liked to cut open other people's bodies. He often appears in novels and music." Hermione couldn't help but popularize science. "It is said that Jack the Ripper was a real serial killer in London more than a hundred years ago."

“I was healing you!”

After hearing Hermione's words, the freckled girl poked her head out from behind Madam Pomfret and spoke weakly.

"Oh! You call cutting my chest open and stirring it up here and there a treatment?" Mike sneered. "Thank you so much!"

The freckled girl immediately shrank back behind Madam Pomfrey again after being scolded by Mike, looking very scared.

At this moment, Madam Pomfret finally couldn't stand it anymore and explained, "Okay, Mike, Soraka is indeed helping you with your treatment. You should be thankful, because Soraka is my most promising student. If it weren't for her superb skills, you would definitely have a big hole in your chest!"

Upon hearing this, Mike immediately reached out and touched his chest again, and found that the wound bandaged with the bandage was indeed very flat, without any dents at all. He couldn't help but slowly calm down.

"Okay, it's my fault. But you shouldn't have let me see the treatment process. To be honest, I was really scared." Mike is still a little frightened when he recalls the scene of that day. "You really can't imagine how you would feel if you suddenly woke up one day and found yourself ripped open!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just too excited at the time, so I forgot to feed you the Water of Life and Death (Sleeping Potion)." Soraka's weak voice came from behind Madam Pomfret, "But I have to say that your internal organs are really beautiful, especially your kidneys, which are healthier and stronger than most people's."

Harry and the others' expressions suddenly turned into horror after hearing the second half of Soraka's sentence. They really couldn't imagine who would find other people's internal organs beautiful.

"Okay, don't worry about it anymore." Professor Flitwick took out a bag of traceless extension spells and said, "Mike, we have a surprise for you!"

Mike took the bag and opened it, and found that it contained the equipment he had taken off before the game, in addition to 50 gold galleons and a badge in the style of the Hogwarts school emblem.

"Here are your bonuses and prizes. Unfortunately, since you and Cedric are tied for the championship this time, you can only split the bonus equally with Cedric." Professor Flitwick paused and said, "But fortunately, I helped you get this duel champion medal. As for Cedric, he has other compensations."

Before Professor Flitwick could finish speaking, Mike took out the badge.

The silver badge sparkled brightly under the spring sunshine, and the creatures representing the four major colleges carved on it were lifelike, as if they would jump off the badge at any time.

Penelope and others stared at the exquisite badge with their mouths wide open. It represented the glory of a duel champion. Although it was only a duel champion among Hogwarts students, it was enough to prove Mike's strength.

However, the reason why Mike was so happy was not because of the symbolic meaning of the badge, but because of its actual ability.

It can always be alert to attacks coming towards Mike and automatically release armor to protect itself.

Doesn’t it sound tasteless?

It's just a piece of armor to protect yourself, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

actually not.

After traveling to the world of Harry Potter, Mike has been thinking about a question: how big a threat do guns pose to wizards?

At first, Mike thought that although the wizards possessed terrifying powers, their bodies were actually no different from those of ordinary people. In other words, wizards would also be injured and die if hit by bullets.

Even with armor and powerful protective spells, wizards are still helpless against Muggle long-range sniping, because the speed of the bullet is too fast, so fast that human reflexes cannot react.

Mike even considered finding some snipers to snipe the old devil after Voldemort was resurrected.

However, this plan was cancelled after Mike's research on spells became more in-depth.

Because Mike discovered that when the mental power becomes strong enough, the wizard will have an ability similar to the sixth sense. This ability can effectively allow the wizard to sense the upcoming attack and defend or dodge in advance.

Of course, if you want this ability, you must cultivate your mental strength to an extremely terrifying level. Mike didn't know the specific level, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore and Voldemort definitely had this ability.

To sum up, long-range sniping can kill most wizards, including all the professors of Hogwarts, and of course Mike is among them.

Originally, Mike was worried that one day he would be sleeping soundly in bed and suddenly be shot in the head with a sniper rifle. But now Mike doesn’t have to worry anymore.

Because after having this badge that can automatically release the armor protection, at least ordinary bullets can no longer kill him by sneak attacks.

From the question "Can a sniper rifle kill Voldemort by sneak attack?" Mike also understood why the Muggle world still coexists peacefully with the wizarding world even though they already possess such horrible weapons as nuclear weapons. The reason is that legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort are equivalent to nuclear weapons in the wizarding world!
You can imagine that a wizard of Dumbledore's level can release devastating spells with just a wave of his hand, and he also has strange abilities such as teleportation, invisibility, transformation, mind control, etc. It can be said that with the current level of Muggle weapons, even if they win in the end, they will have to pay an unimaginable price to face such a powerful wizard.

Therefore, a strange balance has been formed between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, with the two threatening each other.

But in general, Muggles still have the upper hand in this silent war because the wizarding population is decreasing, while Muggle technology is constantly improving.

There are only a few wizards like Dumbledore in the entire wizarding world over the past few hundred years. It is conceivable that with the current wizarding world's population decreasing, there will be fewer and fewer wizards of this level in the future.

The wizarding world's research on spells is far slower than the Muggles' technological progress.

In other words.

If one day there is no longer a great wizard like Dumbledore in the wizarding world, or if Muggles have developed more powerful weapons.

Then the end of wizards would come. You know, Muggles have longed for the supernatural powers possessed by wizards.

(End of this chapter)