Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 398 A New Nightmare
Under everyone's astonished gaze, the miniature fireball released by Mike hit the puppet target in the distance straight away.

Then, a ball of fire exploded from it.

However, the flame did not spread everywhere like a normal explosion. Instead, it spread along the body of the puppet as if under control, and finally spelled out two words on the puppet: good luck.

Everyone's mouth opened wide in surprise, even the officials from the Wizarding Examination Department who were in charge of the exam.

The difference is that the students were only surprised by the visual effects of Mike's fireball, but the wizards invigilating the exam saw more from it.

Sometimes it is much more difficult to reduce the power of a spell than to increase it. From the fire spell that Mike just cast, Mike showed amazing control and accuracy of the spell, not to mention that Mike used silent casting!

To be honest, with Mike's level of magic, he can get excellent results in the Newl level exams, let alone the OWLS exams.

"Not bad, not bad, you are worthy of being Mr. Flitwick's favorite disciple." Whitebeard suppressed the surprise on his face and said nonchalantly, "Next is the Flying Spell, let's start."

Nodding, Mike still did not recite or cast any spells, but simply hooked his finger at the parchment and the parchment flew into his hands.

The students behind Mike all exclaimed in astonishment, while Whitebeard and others looked at each other, some of them could not believe what had just happened before their eyes.

Are all the young wizards nowadays so powerful? Can they use silent spells and wandless spells at will?
Just when everyone was stunned again, Mike spoke.

"Excuse me, can I go?"

"Hmm? Hmm!" Whitebeard was stunned for a moment and said, "Very good, you can go now."

Mike bowed to them politely, then strolled out of the examination room.

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

The two of them were chatting and laughing outside the examination room while waiting for the others to come out. During the process, Professor Flitwick asked Mike several times to go back and review for the Transfiguration exam that would be held tomorrow, but Mike was unwilling.

Mike cherishes the days he spends with Professor Flitwick like this, knowing that Voldemort will return completely soon.

When that time really comes, it will be difficult for them to continue living like this.

It was not until the sun slowly set that the last candidate walked out of the examination room. At this time, there were two more people accompanying Professor Mike and Professor Flitwick. They were Ron and Hermione, because the last candidate to come out was Harry.

"Harry, you..."

Ron, who was kicking the wall out of boredom, suddenly perked up when he saw Harry appear. He laughed and wanted to speak, but he was stopped by Mike as soon as he opened his mouth.

There was no reason to be found. Harry's expression was extremely gloomy at the moment, and it was obvious that he had not done well in the exam.

At this time, Professor Flitwick sighed, came to Harry and patted his shoulder gently without saying anything.

Harry's eyes began to turn red, but he tried hard not to let his tears fall.

"Okay, let's go eat first and stop thinking about those bad things!"

Mike shouted loudly, startling Harry.

But this was also a good excuse to hide his emotions, and Harry hummed softly before following Mike and the others to the restaurant.

The quality of this dinner was much better than that at noon, but unfortunately, no one except Mike and Ron had much appetite.

Harry failed the Charms practical test in the afternoon, while Hermione was already busy reviewing for the Transfiguration written test tomorrow morning.

Mike felt speechless about this. In fact, with Hermione's knowledge, she didn't need to be so nervous when facing the Owls-level Transfiguration exam.

Shaking his head, Mike finished his dinner, said goodbye to the three people quietly, and returned to the dormitory alone.

"Shuke, how is the staffing going?"

Mike returned to the dormitory, taking off his coat while talking to himself, and as soon as he finished speaking, a house-elf kneeling on one knee appeared in the corner.

"Master, all 50 elite wizards have been mobilized to the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory and 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 and can be put into use."

Listening to Shuke's report, Mike nodded with satisfaction.

Mike knew very well that this war in the Ministry of Magic would definitely break out, and those ordinary wizards fighting in that environment of the Ministry of Magic would be nothing more than cannon fodder to attract firepower. Only the most elite wizards could severely damage the Death Eaters, or even kill or injure Voldemort.

In order to ensure that he can deploy manpower to fight at any time, Mike has already begun mobilizing his men and elite wizards.

Now that the 50 elite wizards have all arrived at the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, it is undoubtedly good news for Mike, because this means that they can be teleported to any place connected to the Floo network through the large freight Floo network in the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory at any time to start fighting.

"Very good, now help me get through to Arthur. I want to talk to him directly."

Mike said softly, and upon hearing that, Shuke quickly held up a two-sided mirror in front of Mike.

There was thick fog in the two-way mirror, which made it impossible for Mike to see the scene in the mirror clearly. However, Mike was not panicked at all. He knew very well that this was a sign that the two-way mirror was connecting.

Sure enough, after a while, the fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and a bearded middle-aged man's face appeared in front of Mike.

"Hi! Mike, are you okay?"

Looking at the familiar-looking uncle in the mirror waving at him, Mike was confused.

"You...you are Arthur? How did you get into this state?"

Mike asked uncertainly, and the latter said awkwardly:

"Well, my life has been a bit absurd these past few days, with dates every day, and my body is a bit exhausted. But don't worry, I'll take a hot bath and shave in a while."

"I hope you can temporarily stop your slightly ridiculous daily life." Mike said seriously, "I still need you to lead those 50 elite wizards to be ready for battle at any time! You have lived such a ridiculous life as a commander, how do you want your subordinates to see you?"

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

Just as Mike was about to continue speaking, there was a knock on his door.

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

"Mike, oh no, I just had a nightmare again!"

Harry was panting as he spoke. At this moment, he was still wearing the nightgown Mrs. Weasley had given him. His long bangs were soaked with sweat and drooped weakly on his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed. "We must notify Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

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

"Don't worry, Harry." Mike interrupted, "You guys come in first, I can use Legilimency on you later for the details of the dream."

As he said that, Mike made way and welcomed Harry and the other two in.

Then Mike immediately used Legilimency on Harry, and in order to ensure that the relevant dream memories could be clearly viewed, Mike used the maximum power of the Legilimency spell this time.

Just like before, Mike invaded Harry's brain almost effortlessly, and as soon as he entered, Mike was surprised to find that he was in the prophecy hall he had seen before, and just like last time, Mike could not control his body this time, and could only watch this movie-like memory from a bystander's perspective.

Slowly, Mike began to move, walking slowly forward.

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

The prophecy hall in front of him was gray, and he was surrounded by shelves full of things. He was walking aimlessly among the shelves, but he didn't know if it was a reflection of the special nature of dreams. He sat on the chair for a long time but didn't see the end of the prophecy hall, as if this space was infinite.

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

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

"Go get it! Quick, take it down... I can't touch it... Only you can touch it..."

The sound was short and continuous, like a python swallowing and spitting out its tongue!

Mike's scalp almost exploded, and he almost instantly understood the identity of the body that was now providing him with vision - Voldemort!

The dark thing on the floor moved slightly when he heard that. Mike clearly saw a pale, slender hand reaching out from just below his field of vision, holding a magic wand and pointing at the dark shadow.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A faint light flashed, and the black shadow on the ground let out a painful scream. It was only at this moment that Mike realized that the black shadow was actually a human being, a man to be precise!
The man struggled to stand up, but twisted and fell to the ground.

Mike's current body burst into laughter, and then he pointed his wand at the man and whispered in a dreamy tone:

"I'm waiting..."

The man on the floor was shaking all over. He held himself up with great difficulty and raised his head to look at Mike.

His face was covered with stains and blood, but Mike still recognized him. He was Sirius Black!
"I won't!"

Sirius spoke firmly, breathing heavily.

"You are as strong-willed as your brother, Black." Voldemort's cold voice sounded again, "But I believe you will eventually give in, because we have plenty of time to talk slowly, I believe you will eventually give in. So, give it to me quickly..."

Before Voldemort could finish his words, Black on the ground spat at him fiercely.

"Snapped!"

The dark red saliva fell weakly at Voldemort's feet. After doing all this, Black seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground weakly.

His chin hit the hard floor with a dull sound, and then a stream of blood slowly slid from the corner of Blake's mouth.

"It's really good..."

Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and the terrifying murderous intent contained in it even made Mike shiver.

However, Black in front of him opened his big mouth, revealing his bloody teeth, silently mocking Voldemort.

The pale arm holding the wand moved again, and as he moved, Black let out a scream even more intense than 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 before him was Harry, who was already in tears.

In order to let Mike see the most accurate memory, Harry had been recalling the nightmare when Mike invaded Harry's brain just now.

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

"Mike, quickly inform Dumbledore, we have to save Sirius! He is dying!"

Harry sobbed, but Mike didn't say anything, nor did he comfort him. Instead, he took out the two-sided mirror that Dumbledore gave him from his pocket and started wiping it.

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

"Kids, what's up so late?"

"Dumbledore!" x3
Harry and the other two shouted excitedly. Dumbledore noticed something was wrong and turned his increasingly serious gaze towards Mike.

"I have to go to your place right away. Harry just had another nightmare." Mike said straightforwardly, "I will give you the specific memory fragments later, but you must confirm the whereabouts of Sirius Black right now. This is very important."

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

Dumbledore obviously understood the importance of the matter. He did not ask Mike about what happened. Instead, he simply cut off the connection of the two-way mirror.

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

"Stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll come back to find you later."

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

He was also very clear that he had not yet mastered the Brain Blocking Charm and had no qualifications to go to see Dumbledore with Mike, so he nodded decisively.

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

"Please...please bring Blake back! Please!"

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

(End of this chapter)