Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the miniature fireball emitted by Mike hit the doll target in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame exploded from it.

However, the flame did not spread everywhere like a conventional explosion, but instead spread close to the doll's body as if it was under control, and finally spelled two words on the doll, good luck, good luck.

Everyone grew up in surprise, even the officials of the Wizard Examination Department who invigilated the exam.

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

Sometimes it is much harder to reduce the power of the spell than to increase the power of the spell. From the flame spell that Mike had just fired, Mike showed amazing spell control and accuracy, not to mention that Mike used silent casting!

To be honest, with a spell level like Mike, let alone the OWLS exam, you can get excellent results by going directly to the newl level exam.

"No, not bad, I really deserve to be Mr. Flevy's proud disciple." Whitebeard restrained the surprised expression on his face and pretended to be nothing, "Next is a spell flying in, let's start."

Nodding, Mike still did not recite or wave the spell, but hooked his fingers to the parchment and let the roll of parchment fly into his hands.

The students behind Mike all sighed in shock, and Whitebeard and others looked at each other, unable to believe what had happened in front of them just now.

Are all the little wizards so powerful nowadays? Use both the silent spell and the staffless spell at will?

And just as everyone was stunned again, Mike spoke up.

"Can I leave?"

"Hmm? Yes!" said Whitebeard for a moment, "very good, you can leave now."

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

Outside the examination room, Professor Flevy was still waiting patiently, but this time he did not make a fuss like he did in the morning. He was still very confident about Mike's spell strength.

The two of them were chatting and laughing outside the examination room and waiting for the others to come out. During the middle, Professor Flevy asked Mike to go back and review the metamorphosis that he would take tomorrow, but Mike was unwilling.

Mike cherishes the days he spent with Professor Flevy like he is now. You must know that Voldemort will return completely in the near future.

It will be difficult for them to really wait until that time 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 around Mike and Professor Fleeve, who were Ron and Hermione, because the last candidate came out was officially Harry.

"Harry, you..."

Ron, who was bored and kicking the wall, suddenly became energetic when he saw Harry appear and laughed and wanted to speak. However, as soon as he said his words, Mike stopped him.

The reason was impossible. Harry's expression was so gloomy at this moment that he seemed to have not done well in the exam.

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

Harry's eyes began to turn red, but he forced himself to not let his tears flow.

"Okay, let's go to have a meal first, don't think about those bad things!"

Mike shouted loudly, leaping Harry.

But this was also a good excuse to hide his emotions. Harry nodded softly and followed Mike and others to the restaurant.

The level of dinner this time was a few points better than at noon, but unfortunately, everyone had no appetite except Mike and Ron.

Harry failed the practical exam of the magical science in the afternoon, and as for Hermione, she was already busy reviewing the written test of the metamorphosis tomorrow morning.

Mike felt a little speechless about this. In fact, with Hermione's knowledge, he didn't need to be so nervous when facing the OWLS-level Transformation Examination.

Shaking his head, after dinner, Mike said goodbye to the three of them and returned to the dormitory alone.

"Shuke, how are the staffing arrangements?"

Mike, who returned to the dormitory, took off his coat and muttered to himself. As soon as he finished speaking, a house elf kneeling on one knee suddenly appeared in the corner.

"Master, all 50 elite wizards have been mobilized in the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, and are currently under management by Mr. Arthur. In addition, we have more than 200 wizards who have received preliminary training and have certain combat abilities to put them into use."

Listening to Shuke's reward in his ears, Mike nodded with satisfaction.

Mike knew very well that this war in the Ministry of Magic would definitely break out, and at that time, those ordinary wizards who fought in the Ministry of Magic were just cannon fodder that attracted 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 arrange personnel to fight at any time, Mike has already started to mobilize his subordinates to mobilize elite wizards.

Now that all the 50 elite wizards have arrived at the Dolfen Magic Drink Factory, it is undoubtedly good news for Mike, because it means that they can be transmitted to any place connected to the Flooren Magic Drink Factory at any time to start fighting.

"Very good. Now help me connect Arthur. I want to talk to him directly."

Mike said softly, and Shuke quickly lifted a double-sided mirror in front of Mike.

There was a heavy mist rippling in the double-sided mirror, which made Mike unable to see the scene in the mirror at all. However, Mike was not panicked at all. He knew very well that this was a manifestation of the connection between the double-sided mirrors.

Sure enough, the mist slowly dissipated on the mirror not long after, and a face full of stubble appeared in front of Mike.

"Hi! Mike, are you okay?"

Looking at the familiar uncle in the mirror saying hello to him, Mike looked confused.

"You... are Arthur? Why did you make this look?"

Mike asked uncertainly, and the latter said a little embarrassedly:

"Well, my life has indeed been a bit ridiculous these days. I have dated every day and my body is a little overwhelmed. But don't worry, I'll just take a hot shower and shave my beard later."

"I hope you can temporarily stop your slightly absurd daily life." Mike said seriously, "I still need you to lead those 50 elite wizards to be ready to fight at any time! You have been so ridiculous as the commander. What do you ask your subordinates to think of you?"

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

And just as Mike was about to continue talking, his door was knocked.

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

"Mike, it's not good. I've had a nightmare just now!"

Harry said gaspingly, at this moment he was still wearing the nightgown given to him by Mrs. Weasley. His long bangs were soaked in sweat. They hung weakly on his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

"We want to inform Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

Hermione and Ron on the side were also echoing, and this statement also reminded Harry. He grabbed Mike's hand anxiously and said loudly:

"Yes, we must tell Dumbledore quickly that I dreamed of Sirius this time..."

"Don't worry, Harry." Mike interrupted, "Come in first, and I'll just use the God-Survey to you later."

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

Then Mike used the God-Sucking Thought on Harry without stopping, and in order to ensure a clear view of the relevant dream memory, Mike used the maximum power for the God-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit-Sucking Spirit

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

Slowly, Mike began to move and he walked slowly forward.

Through perception, Mike could clearly feel that his current body was in a state of tension, and as his body moved forward, his heartbeat became faster and faster.

The prophecy hall in front of me was covered with shelves, and I was walking aimlessly among these shelves, but I didn’t know if it was a manifestation of the particularity of the dream. I had been in the chair for a long time and didn’t see the end of the prophecy hall, as if this space was infinite.

But it all ended after Mike suddenly turned a corner, because he unexpectedly saw the end of the corridor after turning a corner!

It was a black and blue stone wall, and on the floor below the wall, there was a black mass of things squirming on the ground, like a wounded animal.

Mike was shocked to find that the body, which was now providing his vision, suddenly became excited. He slowly walked towards the black shadow on the ground, and at the same time, a cold, high-pitched but without any kindness came out of his mouth.

"Get it for me! Hurry up, take it down... I can't touch it... only you can touch..."

The sound was short and continuous, like a python was swallowing its snake letter!

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

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

"Heart-broken!"

A glimmer of light flashed, and the black shadow on the floor burst into screams of pain. But when Mike knew that it was now discovered that the black shadow was actually a human, or to be precise, a man!

The man struggled to stand up, but he twisted and fell to the ground.

Mike's body burst into laughter now, and then he pointed his wand at the man and said softly in a dreamlike tone:

"I'm waiting..."

The man on the floor was trembling. He held up his body with great difficulty, and raised his head and looked at Mike.

His face was covered with stains and blood, but Mike still recognized it. He was Sirius Black!

"I will never!"

Sirius said firmly in a rough and sturdy manner.

"You are as strong as your brother, Black." Voldemort's cold voice sounded again, "But I believe you will surrender in the end, because we have time to talk slowly, and I believe you will surrender in the end. So, hurry up and give it to me..."

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

"Bang!"

The black red spit fell weakly at Voldemort's feet. After doing all this, Blake seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell on the ground weakly.

His chin suddenly hit the hard floor, making a muffled sound, and then a stream of blood slowly slid from the corner of Black's mouth.

"It's really good..."

Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and even Mike couldn't help but tremble.

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

The pale arm holding the wand moved again, and as he moved, Black let out a more intense scream than the last time.

And 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 had already burst into tears.

Because we wanted to let Mike see the most accurate memory, Harry was also recalling that nightmare when Mike invaded Harry's brain just now.

And recalling the memory of Black being tortured again is undoubtedly painful for Harry.

"Mike, please inform Dumbledore quickly that we must save Sirius! He is almost out of reach!"

Harry whimpered, but Mike did not speak or comfort him. Instead, he took out the double-sided mirror that Dumbledore gave him from his pocket and wiped it.

As Mike moved, fogs of fog slowly appeared on the double-sided mirror, and then the fog gradually dissipated, revealing Dumbledore's old face with white hair and white hair.

"Children, is there anything wrong with it so late?"

"Dumbledore!" x3

Harry and the other two shouted excitedly. Seeing this, Dumbledore also noticed the abnormality and turned his gaze to Mike, who had gradually become serious.

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

"I understand, I'll arrange someone and see you later."

Dumbledore obviously understood the importance of the matter. Instead of asking about Mike's story, he simply interrupted the contact between the double-sided mirrors.

Putting away the double-sided mirror, Mike said to Harry with a stern face:

"Don't go anywhere here, I'll come back to find you later."

Harry looked at Mike helplessly with his mouth open, tears kept waving through his face.

He also knew very well that he had not mastered the brain closure curse and was not qualified to meet Dumbledore with Mike, so he nodded decisively.

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

"Please... please bring Black back! Please!"

Looking at Harry, Mike nodded firmly.