Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 250: Wizard is just my part-time job
It was so fast that the battle between Snape and Michael was decided in a split second. Before Lupin and Black could even react, Michael flew backwards with blood spurting out.

And after realizing it, Lupin responded quickly.

He just flicked his wand lightly, and Mike's blackthorn wand that had fallen to the ground flew towards Blake.

Snape, who was not far away, held his chest and gasped. Although he saw everything Lupin did, he could do nothing.

He is in a very bad condition now.

The Apparition Spell requires a casting process. Due to its extremely high difficulty and certain danger, most wizards will not try to cast it instantly or silently, because doing so will not only result in the possibility of magic backlash, but also has a high probability of danger.

For example, if a part of your limbs fails to enter the space tunnel smoothly, you will lose this part of your limbs forever and become disabled.

Therefore, all wizards who have the ability to cast the Apparition Spell instantly are super masters in this field.

Snape happened to be such a master, but unfortunately, although he could ensure his own safety in "Flash", the backlash of magic was still inevitable, not to mention that he forcibly released the Shadowless Spell after using "Flash".

That is to say, it would be difficult for him to release other magic in the next period of time, otherwise his body would suffer further damage.

On the other side, Black, who was roaring and rushing towards Snape, saw a wand falling from the sky. He picked it up in his hand and attacked Snape.

At this time, the tacit understanding that Black and Lupin had developed in their youth came into play. They covered each other on the left and right and charged towards Mike's position, waving their wands continuously during the charge, and spells were released from their respective wands one after another.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the two people's spell, a trace of mockery suddenly appeared on Snape's face, and with the flip of his fingers, a teardrop-shaped glass container filled with golden liquid appeared in his hand.

As Snape drank up the liquid in the container, the spells cast by Black and Lupin strangely all failed!
Seeing this, the mockery on Snape's face became even more intense. He took out another bottle of potion and drank it; then he took out another bottle and drank it...

Every time he drank a bottle of potion, Snape's complexion would get a little better. After he drank five bottles of potion in a row, Snape was standing there without blushing or panting. You couldn't tell at all that he was a man who had just experienced the backlash of magic.

The recovered Snape slowly and gracefully raised his wand, and as he chanted the disarming spell in a dreamy tone, two red lights suddenly appeared and accurately hit Black and Lupin, knocking them both away.

Now Lupin was desperate. He forgot that Snape was also a Potions Master. Perhaps for Snape, Potions Master was his main job, and as for wizard, it was just a secondary job.

For a man like this, wouldn't he carry some potions that could help him fight?

Lupin was deeply annoyed that he was not well prepared. He hurriedly used his hidden door key and ran away with Mike, causing this outstanding young man to be implicated by them and now his life or death is unknown.

When he thought of Mike, Lupin's eyes flashed with determination.

He still has one last trump card that he hasn't played yet, which is to use the Confusion Spell to make himself think that the sun in the sky is a full moon, thus turning himself into a werewolf.

Although he would become an irrational beast after the transformation, and although werewolves were nothing more than weak wild dogs in front of powerful wizards, he could only fight to the death for now.

However, before he could pick up his wand, Snape attacked again. "Hanging Bell!"

The spell took effect quickly, and Black and Lupin were pulled up by a huge force and hung upside down in mid-air.

"Hahaha! You guys also have a day like this!"

Snape laughed wildly. He felt that today was the happiest day of his life in more than ten years. The guy who had humiliated and ridiculed him was beaten up by him in the same way today. This made him feel extremely refreshed and his thoughts were clear. He even felt that his magic power, which had not been used for a long time, had improved a bit.

However, just as he was laughing at Black and Lupin who were hanging upside down in the air and still struggling, a weak voice suddenly came from the bushes not far away.

"Hey, stop laughing. If you delay any longer I'm going to bleed to death. Come here and chant the counter-spell for me."

Hearing this, the smile on Snape's face froze. He turned around and stood in front of Mike again, looking down at him with a cold face.

"How did you learn the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse?"

Snape spoke word by word, his voice as cold as ice in winter, anyone who heard it could feel his anger at the moment. However, Mike seemed not to have heard it, and continued to speak while pressing his wounds with both hands:
"I'm sorry to bother you, Half-Blood Prince. But I think you should cast a counter-spell on me first. I'm very cold now. I think it's from the blood loss..."

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

Mike's mouth was sealed instantly. Snape quickly turned his head to glance at Black and Lupin who were hanging not far away. Seeing that they didn't seem to hear what Mike said just now, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he was certain that his missing junior high school textbook must have been stolen by Mike, otherwise he would not have known the title of his junior high school period.

Snape couldn't help but shudder when he thought about the consequences that would occur if his past as a middle school student were to be spread.

At this moment, he really wanted to cast a killing curse on Mike, but his remaining sanity reminded him again and again not to do so.

If Mike died here today, not to mention whether Flitwick and the others would let him go, even that old thief Dumbledore would not let him go for killing his student.

Thinking of this, Snape squatted down with a grim expression, and began to slide his wand slowly over the cut on Mike's chest, while muttering unclear spells.

As Snape moved, Mike's wound began to heal visibly, and soon returned to its original state.

Mike reached out his hand and touched his chest through the torn robe. After confirming that the wound had healed, he slowly sat up and sighed deeply.

Just now he wanted to take advantage of Snape's help in recovery to secretly learn the counter-spell of the Shadowless Sharpshooter, but unfortunately, Snape was too cunning and he couldn't hear any details of the spell he recited.

I'm sorry, everyone. My elder is sick and in the hospital. I've been accompanying him in the hospital all day. The hospital environment is not suitable for typing, and I was a little anxious. I didn't have the mood to type at all. I typed this chapter with my phone, so today I only have 2000 words. I'm really sorry.

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