Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 380: Actual Combat of Ping An Defense

The Hogwarts Castle was pitch black late at night. It was curfew time. According to school rules, all professors and students, except Filch who was on guard, should have fallen asleep.

However, the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor was extremely lively. Dozens of students from different grades gathered in this huge classroom. The sounds of laughter and spell explosions filled the entire classroom.

Mike on the sofa had a slightly red face, narrowed eyes, and was shaking his legs. He seemed to be in a good mood.

At the dinner with Professor Flitwick, Professor Flitwick was in a very good mood and drank a lot of wine.

As a drinking companion, Mike naturally drank quite a lot. In addition, Mike's current body was not yet an adult, and his tolerance to alcohol was not high. So although he did not lie down directly like Professor Flitwick, he also fell into a state of tipsiness.

Fortunately, in the past few months, Mike has taught most of the commonly used spells to these DA members. If he teaches them too many spells in a short period of time, many of them will become confused.

So in the last few classes, Mike didn't teach them anything new. Instead, he let them form groups and start practicing a lot of basic skills including spell shooting and casting speed.

This means that it doesn't matter if Mike just leaves them alone now.

"Mike, you better drink this!"

Hermione looked at Mike on the sofa with a worried look on her face and handed him a glass of light blue liquid.

Mike glanced at it and said nothing, just waved his hand slightly.

He recognized the liquid that Hermione handed over. It was a very simple hangover medicine. The effect of this medicine was very strong. In his current state of being slightly tipsy, he only needed to drink a small sip of wine to sober up completely.

But Mike didn't want to drink.

He hasn't touched alcohol for a long time, and he has never been drunk since he came into this world, so now Mike actually enjoys this slightly tipsy state very much.

Unfortunately, given Mike's current physical condition, the effect of this alcohol on him will not last too long. In other words, Mike's current state of being tipsy is likely to disappear at any time.

This also made Mike cherish this state even more. He squinted his eyes and looked at Franklin and others gathered around him through the slits of his eyes, but he saw Harry on another sofa looking up at the snow-white ceiling with a look of despair.

Under the influence of alcohol, Mike sat next to Harry, patted his shoulder and said:

"You...what's wrong with you? Why do you look like that?"

The smell of alcohol on Mike made Harry frown involuntarily. He moved his head slightly to the side but said nothing.

McBen wanted to ask more questions, but Franklin shook his head and said:

"Mike, don't ask about the wine. Harry lost today, and he just came back from Snape's office."

Suddenly, Mike understood.

And the Quidditch League officially started this afternoon. As the opening match, the two teams competing were Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Judging from Harry's current condition, they should have lost that game.

As for Mike's study of the Occlumency spell in Snape's office, Mike knew without thinking that it would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

The matter between Snape and Harry was just a mess, and Mike had no interest in it at all.

Nodding, Mike decided not to ask any more questions and patted Harry's shoulder gently to comfort him, but the latter turned to the side again.

Mike noticed that Harry seemed to hate the smell of alcohol on him, and he immediately found it very interesting. A sly smile appeared on his face, and he reached out to wipe Harry's face.

However, his hand froze in mid-air when it was halfway extended, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Everyone!" Mike suddenly stood up, "Leave the Room of Requirement immediately!"

Mike's voice echoed in the Room of Requirement, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him in confusion.

"What's wrong with you?"

Harry asked doubtfully, while Mike explained without even looking at him:

"The warning magic I set up around the area has been triggered. Many people are approaching this side! Quick! Everyone pack up your things and retreat through the secret passage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Room of Requests was in an uproar, and people quickly took action.

In order to prevent the DA army rally from being discovered, Mike actually made an emergency plan, the first of which was the secret escape route.

And that secret passage was the one that Mike often used when he was in the lower grades, the secret passage that led to the Ravenclaw Tower.

At this time, the quality gap between the mutual aid society members and the ordinary DA soldiers was reflected. When Mike issued the retreat order, those mutual aid society members who had received long-term training quickly packed up their belongings and began to retreat from the exit in an orderly manner, while many ordinary DA soldiers were still at a loss.

"You guys! What are you still standing there for? Stop packing your things and leave!"

Mike's shout seemed to wake them up, and the DA soldiers led by Qiu Zhang and several other girls finally moved, screaming and rushing towards the door.

However, this speed was still not enough. The total number of members of the DA army exceeded 60. Such a large group of people could not retreat quickly without maintaining high order.

Thinking of this, Mike took out his wand and walked towards the door.

"Mike!" Hermione screamed heartbreakingly, "What are you going to do?"

"You go first, I'll hold them back!"

"No! You can't go!"

Hermione reached out to grab Mike's arm, but Franklin grabbed her and, together with several other members of the mutual aid club, dragged Hermione, Harry and others towards the secret passage.

Franklin could be said to be one of the people who knew Mike best. He knew very well that since Mike dared to face Umbridge alone at this time, he must be confident that he could retreat safely. If he and others went there, they would only be a drag on him.

Mike could hear the voices of everyone behind him clearly. After hearing the voices of Hermione and others getting farther and farther away, a smile appeared on Mike's face. At the same time, in the darkness, his steps became more firm.

Mike walked forward in the darkness and only stopped when he reached the staircase leading to the seventh floor on the eighth floor. According to the results of the warning spell, the main force led by Umbridge will appear from here, and only a few stragglers will arrive at the Room of Requirement from other places. All he can do is to block the main force here. As for those stragglers, Mike believes that Franklin and others have a way to deal with them.

But there is another question that is also very important.

So how did Umbridge find out about the DA meeting? You know, she informed all the members about the existence of the curse, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be an informer like in the original book.

But the final result was that Umbridge still discovered their existence!

Thinking of this, Mike slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly in the darkness.

……

I don’t know how long it had been, but suddenly a ray of light came from the silent staircase, followed by intermittent voices.

In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes suddenly opened. Mike clenched the wand in his hand and stared at the corner of the stairs.

He had a premonition that the enemy would appear soon.

Mike's premonition was exactly right. Soon a Slytherin student holding a glowing wand appeared in front of Mike, and judging from the sound, there should be many people behind him.

With the help of the light, the Slytherin student spotted Mike in the dark almost immediately.

He was stunned for a moment, then began to retreat rapidly with a very interesting expression on his face.

"It's Mike! Mike Townley is here! Everybody be careful!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Mike heard bursts of exclamations from the crowd behind that man. It was obvious that these people were shocked by his name.

The corners of Mike's mouth curled up. He was not surprised by these people's behavior. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Considering the notoriety he had made in Hogwarts over the years, it was not surprising that these people would behave like this.

The crowd continued to commotion, but Mike stood there motionless.

If possible, he would like to send all these people into the sky with a fireball, but unfortunately he can't do that at this stage. Otherwise, not only the Ministry of Magic, but also Dumbledore and the school's top management will not let him go.

After a while, the commotion in Umbridge's team opposite finally stopped. The Slytherin students who appeared in front of Mike at the beginning had disappeared, and were replaced by three adults in uniform.

Judging from their uniforms and the badges on their chests, these people should be staff members of the Ministry of Magic, but their uniforms are different from those of the Aurors. Mike guessed that they should all be strikers.

Strikers and Aurors, these two organizations constitute the conventional military force of the Ministry of Magic and even the entire European wizarding society, among which Aurors exist as elite combat forces.

Not only are each of them individually very strong, they also have very high teamwork capabilities and can cooperate with each other to release some combination spells.

If Aurors are elite special forces, then strikers are ordinary army soldiers.

They are numerous, and their individual combat effectiveness is not high, but they also have the ability to work as a team.

In previous wars, these strikers often served as cannon fodder.

The moment he saw them, Mike frowned.

This is not to say that Mike is afraid of these strikers, but the presence of these people here can represent a lot of things. You know, strikers, like Aurors, represent the Ministry of Magic!
At this moment, Umbridge's fat and short figure squeezed out of the crowd and stood behind the strikers.

"Aha! Mac!" Umbridge said triumphantly, hiding behind the strikers as if she was afraid that Mac would suddenly attack her. Unfortunately, the strikers were well-proportioned and could not hide her huge body at all. "I knew it was you who was doing this in secret! Now I've caught you!"

Seeing her frightened yet proud expression, Mike wanted to laugh very much, but in order to delay time, Mike seemed to be forcibly holding back his laughter and said:

"Oh? You said someone was playing tricks on me. Do you have any evidence?"

The smug look on Umbridge's face became more obvious. She wanted to say something, but a Slytherin next to her suddenly pulled her back and said something to her.

Then, Umbridge's face changed drastically, and she waved her finger at Mike and shouted:
"Don't let him delay, catch him!"

Hearing this, the strikers all swung their wands, while the Slytherins behind them hid behind the strikers and fired sneakily.

Mike shook his head. Seeing that his delaying plan had failed, he stopped wasting time and waved his wand. A ball of translucent mist like gauze enveloped his body!
Guard it safely!

When the strikers saw Mike's action, their faces changed drastically, and they quickly withdrew the magic power they were outputting and deployed their armor to protect themselves.

However, the Slytherins behind him showed no intention of retreating and continued to shoot coldly with grim smiles on their faces.

"Swiss, swiss, swish!"

Dozens of spells of different colors fell on the 'gauze' in front of Mike in an instant, but the next moment, the Slytherins' grins froze, because the spells were reversed the moment they touched the 'gauze' and began to reflect in all directions!
Mike laughed.

The Peaceful Guarding Spell can deflect most incoming evil curses. If this protective spell is released during a group battle, the deflected evil curses will undoubtedly hurt friendly forces by mistake, but now Mike is fighting alone!

Moreover, the battle site was in a small place like the stairwell, so the deflection effect of Ping An’s guarding was outstanding!

"Merlin's beard!"

"Damn it! Who cast the Disarming Charm? My wand is gone!"

"Ah! It's the front teeth that are as big as a stick! Woo woo woo!"

……

For a moment, as spells were constantly bounced back, the crowd was in chaos.

The strikers' faces turned pale. They had long seen that Mike was not an easy enemy to deal with. Originally, they thought that they could still fight with him with their cooperation, but now there were so many stupid teammates behind them. What should they do? ?

After suffering a bitter experience, the Slytherins no longer dared to attack at will, and the strikers remained on guard and watched Mike.

The longer the Peaceful Charm lasts, the more spells are deflected and the more magic power the caster consumes.

So the batters were waiting, waiting for the moment when Mike's magic power was exhausted before launching their attack.

Unfortunately, they obviously underestimated the level of magic power in Mike's body. With the intensity of their attacks, Mike would have no problem holding on for days and nights alone.

And Mike did not attack the Slytherins.

It was understandable that I had used Ping'an Town to trick them before, but it would be unacceptable if I really took the initiative to attack them.

For a moment, the scene on the stairs was strangely deadlocked!
(End of this chapter)