Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 470 Shaky
In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone through the attic glass and fell on the sleeping Dumbledore.

Today is a sunny day, which is rare in Ying Country at this season.

Dumbledore on the bed slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the sunlight outside the window with a confused look, and then closed his eyes again.

He was not ready to get up. He had become increasingly sleepy since his arm injury, but that was not a bad thing. Snape said it was just a normal reaction to the magic-suppressing curse in his body.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the office door. Judging from the quick and powerful knocking, it was obvious that the person coming was not friendly.

"Ugh!"

With a long sigh, Dumbledore climbed out of the bed with difficulty.

He was still wearing his ridiculous spotted pajamas, but he made no move to change and headed straight for the door.

"crunch~"

The door opened, and outside stood Snape, who looked ferocious, and professors including McGonagall.

The current condition of these people was a bit strange. Their hairstyles were messy and their wizard robes were tattered. There was even a faint smell of blood wafting from Snape's body.

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

"It couldn't be worse!" Snape gritted his teeth and said, "Over a hundred wizards attacked last night. If it weren't for the protection of the Hogwarts shield, we would never have made it back!"

As he spoke, Snape's dominant right hand began to tremble even more violently.

The bounty that Penelope issued 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.

As a result, everyone went crazy, and countless desperadoes rushed to Hogwarts like crazy. They had only one goal, which was to break into Hogwarts and catch the assassin!
Unfortunately, Hogwarts' defenses were not to be trifled with, and after fighting with Snape and his men for a whole night and leaving dozens of bodies behind, the desperadoes finally retreated.

But they did not go far, but gathered in the forest around Hogwarts.

They knew very well that the bounty of 10,000 gold galleons would surely attract more desperadoes like them, so they were just accumulating strength. Once their numbers reached a peak, they would attack again!

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

Mag said firmly.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed again and turned back to the office. "Come in and talk. Don't stand outside."

Hearing this, the three of them walked into the office and sat down, and Dumbledore poured tea for them one by one.

Snape, who had been thirsty for a whole night of fighting, drank the tea in the cup without thinking, but his right hand holding the cup was shaking violently, and most of the tea in the cup spilled on his tattered robe.

Dumbledore filled his tea cup and said, frowning:

"Are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Snape shook his head and drank again.

Mag next to him pursed his lips when he heard this.

She knew very well that Snape was lying!
The battle last night was extremely dangerous, and that group of desperadoes was not a mob. Mag recognized that many of them used tactics and spells that were exclusively used by striker units and even Auror units, which made their identities self-evident!

Mag laughed miserably.

It's ironic that many of these people might have been taught by them personally, but now they are pointing their wands at their former teachers.

But Mag didn't blame them, because she knew very well that these people were crazy.

As Voldemort grows stronger, this country has no hope. The 10,000 gold Galleons offered by Mike are life-saving money for them! With the 10,000 gold Galleons, they can take their families and flee the Kingdom of Ying and start a new life!
Therefore, those Aurors and strikers displayed strength far beyond their own levels, and under their desperate attacks, Snape was injured, very seriously injured, so seriously that he could not participate in the next wave of battle at all!

This means that when the next round of attack comes, Hogwarts will be breached.

The light in Professor McGonagall's eyes grew dimmer and dimmer. She was so sad that Hogwarts was about to be conquered by its former children.

At this moment, a violent cough was heard from the side.

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

His internal organs were severely injured, and drinking water in big gulps just now had further irritated the injuries.

"Severus!"

Everyone approached anxiously. Although they all disliked Snape, they were comrades 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 all.

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

"Last night, his men broke into the Slytherin common room and kidnapped Draco!" Snape said viciously with blood on the corner of his mouth, "That bastard must not be let go!"

Everyone present lowered their heads as soon as these words were spoken. As members of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff houses, McGonagall and Sprout knew very well that Hogwarts was now in chaos, with students rioting wantonly in the castle.

Under normal circumstances, they could easily suppress these students, but now, they were distracted by powerful external enemies and had no time to care about the riots in the school.

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

After these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent. They knew very well the significance of Dumbledore going to talk to Mike, which meant that they were going to compromise with Mike.

This is undoubtedly a very shameful thing, but this is the only thing they can do now. After all, the situation no longer allows them to care about their face.

For a moment, the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Even Snape, who had initially clamored to teach Mike a lesson, fell silent.

Everyone had their own thoughts and all kept their heads down in silence.

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

"Ah, good kid, how come you become like this!"

Sprout's sigh echoed in the principal's office, and it was unclear whether he was really talking about those desperate wizards last night or about Mike again.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered. He looked out the window at the bright sunshine, and after a while he slowly said:
"Yeah, how did it become like this?"...

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

"Teacher, don't worry, nothing will happen outside, I know what I am doing!"

Mike patted his chest and assured Flitwick.

Upon hearing this, Flitwick shook his head helplessly.

He was badly screwed by Mike.

He had originally planned to participate in the Hogwarts Defense War last night, but Mike acted so pitifully that Professor Flitwick was so anxious that he did not participate in the battle at all, but stayed with Mike all night.

By now, Dumbledore and even the deans of the other three colleges must have a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, Flitwick became even more depressed.

If he could, he really wanted to strangle Mike to death, but it was obvious that he couldn't bear to do so. You know, Mike was his most outstanding and beloved disciple. He would rather strangle himself than Mike.

"Oh my! You bastard, you've screwed me over!"

Professor Flitwick tapped Mike on the forehead, and Mike whimpered 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 things have come to this, 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. He will just deal with it as it comes!
Mike also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Professor Flitwick had finally calmed down.

He didn't lie. Not letting Professor Flitwick go to the battle last night was really for Professor Flitwick's own good.

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 simply too strong. Unless Dumbledore took action personally, the lives of the four head deans would be in danger.

If Professor Flitwick refused to forgive him, he really didn't know what to do, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick was still in the same group with him.

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

He was in a really good mood at the moment.

Because his injuries have basically healed.

Nowadays, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands, and due to excessive use of magic power, the magic channels inside the body have been forcibly expanded, and Mike's strength has increased dramatically!

According to Mike's initial estimate, his magic power has increased by at least 30% compared to before, the power of silent spells has increased by 50%, and the power of wandless spells has doubled.

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

Nowadays, Mike is confident that he can fight against people like Snape, not to mention Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Of course, it was just two moves. If Mike really had to fight those two monsters, he would have to run for his life after the third move.

There is no way around it as the gap in rank between the two sides is simply too big.

Madam Pomfrey was unable to explain the changes that happened to Mike, and ultimately could only classify it as a medical miracle because it was neither scientific nor magical.

Even Mike himself was confused. He didn't understand what was happening to him at all. He could only guess that the goddess of luck kissed him again. After all, this was not the first time.

Mike looked at his hands with bright eyes, hesitating about losing his magical power. He had been in extreme uneasiness and anxiety for the whole day. This was why Professor Flitwick would rather suspend classes and go to the infirmary to accompany Mike. He also vaguely felt that his students were having a hard time now.

But now, the power of magic has once again returned to Mike's hands. Feeling the surging magic power constantly flowing in his body, Mike even has the idea of ​​going out right now to throw a few fireballs to satisfy his pleasure.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that right now because he had guests waiting.

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

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

Professor Flitwick's smile froze instantly when he was glanced at by Dumbledore. He looked at the tall and thin wizard in front of him nervously, waving his arms meaninglessly in the air.

"Dumbledore, I..."

"Filius, you don't have to say anything. You are not to blame 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 turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick's hand, which was waving in the air, dropped down. He lowered his head with a conflicted 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 to let Mike face this situation alone.

Flitwick gritted his teeth and put the pg back down after lifting it off the chair.

Compared to Flitwick's nervousness, Mike was in much better condition.

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

Mike knew very well that Dumbledore would not embarrass him at this juncture.

Pushing the pillow behind him a little higher, Mike said with a half-smile:
"Principal Dumbledore, why are you here suddenly? Have you caught the assassin who attacked me?"

Dumbledore frowned, and the dry skin on his forehead even formed several deep wrinkles.

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

"Oh? That's really a pity." Mike spread his hands and continued, "Fortunately, I had anticipated this a long time ago, so I spent a huge amount of money to hire a lot of professionals to handle this matter. I believe that with their abilities, it should only be a matter of time before they find the assassin."

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, his long snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, and a vast aura was spreading in the ward.

"enough!"

Dumbledore said slowly.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was deafening to Mike, causing him to frown in pain.

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