Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

In the early morning, the golden sun shines through the glass of the attic as if cast on Dumbledore who is sleeping.

Today is a sunny day, which is rare in this season of the country.

Dumbledore on the bed slowly opened his eyes, he glanced at the sunlight outside the window in confusion, and then closed his eyes again.

He wasn't ready to get out of bed, he'd been getting more and more lethargic since the arm injury, but that wasn't a bad thing, Snape said it was just a normal reaction to the repressive curse of magic within him.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office. Listening to the fast and powerful knock, the visitor was obviously not good.

"Ugh!"

With a long sigh, Dumbledore got up from the bed with difficulty.

He was still wearing those ridiculous speckled pajamas, but he didn't mean to change his clothes, but went straight to the door.

"crunch~"

The door opened, and outside the door stood Snape and McGonagall professors with a fierce look.

The current state of these people is a bit strange, their hair is messy, their wizard robes are even more tattered, and there is even a faint smell of blood wafting from Snape's body.

And when he smelled this, Dumbledore's brows furrowed. He looked at Snape's slightly trembling right hand and said slowly:

"Is it bad?"

"It can't be worse!" Snape said through gritted teeth. "There were more than a hundred wizards attacking last night. If it weren't for the cover of Hogwarts, we would never have come back!"

As he spoke, Snape's right hand trembled even more.

The reward that Penello issued in the name of Mike was not only for the students in Hogwarts, she also posted the same notice in Diagon Alley and even Knockturn Alley.

As a result, everyone went crazy, and countless outlaws flocked to Hogwarts like crazy. Their only purpose is to break into Hogwarts and find the assassin!

It's a pity that Hogwarts' protective ability is not jealous. After fighting with Snape and others all night and leaving dozens of corpses, those outlaws finally retreated.

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

They know very well that the reward of 10,000 gold Galleons will definitely attract outlaws like them, so they are just accumulating strength. Once their number reaches a peak, they will attack again!

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

McGonagall said decisively.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed again, turned and returned to the office, "Come in and say it, stop standing outside."

The three of them walked into the office and sat down, while Dumbledore poured black tea for them one by one.

Snape, who had been hungry and thirsty all night, drank the tea in the cup without thinking, but his right hand holding the teacup trembled violently, and half of the tea in the cup was spilled on his tattered on the robe.

Dumbledore helped him fill up the tea, frowned and said:

"Are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Snape shook his head and drank again.

And Mag next to him pursed his lips when he heard the words.

She knew very well that Snape was lying!

The battle last night was extremely dangerous. The group of outlaws were not a mob, McGonagall recognized that the tactics and spells used by many of these people were exclusively used by the Strikers and even the Aurors, and this also made their Identity becomes self-evident!

McGonagall laughed miserably.

Ironically, many of these people may have been taught by them, but now they point their wands at their former teachers.

It's just that Mag doesn't blame them, because she knows very well that these people are crazy.

Now that Voldemort is growing, this gj has no hope, and the 10,000 Galleons offered by Mike are life-saving money for them! With that 10,000 gold Galleons, they can take their families to escape the country and start a new life!

Therefore, those Aurors and strikers showed their strength far beyond their own level. Under their desperate attack, Snape was injured and was seriously injured, so heavy that he could not participate in the next wave of battles at all!

This means that when the next attack comes, Hogwarts will be broken.

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

At this moment, there was a loud coughing sound.

Mag turned to look, and saw that Snape, who was drinking water, was coughing continuously, and a large amount of blood mixed with tea was constantly spewing out of his mouth!

His internal organs were seriously injured, and the act of drinking water just now stimulated the injury.

"Severus!"

Everyone leaned forward anxiously. Although they didn't like Snape, they were now comrades-in-arms.

Snape waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then took out a glass of emerald green potion from his pocket and drank it.

After a while, his breathing finally calmed down, and Dumbledore and the others on the side were relieved.

"Last night, his men broke into the Slytherin lounge and kidnapped Draco!" Snape, with blood on his mouth, said viciously, "That bastard, you mustn't let him go!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present bowed their heads. As Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's academies, McGonagall and Sprout knew very well that Hogwarts had messed up. Regiment, the students are rioting recklessly in the castle.

Normally, they would be able to suppress these students easily, but now, they are being dragged by foreign powerful enemies, and they have no time to care about the riots in the school.

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

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present was silent. They knew very well the meaning of Dumbledore's conversation with Mike, which meant that they had to compromise with Mike.

This is undoubtedly a very shameful thing, but it can only be done now, after all, the situation has not allowed them to take care of their faces.

For a time, the quiet needles in the office could be heard, and even Snape, who had been clamoring to make Mike look good at first, fell silent.

Everyone was thinking, all bowed their heads and said nothing.

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

"Oh, good boy, how did it become like this!"

Sprout's sigh echoed in the headmaster's room, and he didn't know if he was talking about the outlaw wizards last night or Mike.

The faint light in Dumbledore's eyes stirred, he looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and after a while, he said slowly:

"Yeah, how did it become like this?"

...

At the same time, in Mike's ward, Professor Flitwick was staring angrily at Mike on the hospital bed, while the latter looked at Flitwick with a flattering expression.

"Teacher, don't worry, there's absolutely nothing going on outside, I'm measured!"

Mike patted his chest and assured Flitwick.

Flitwick shook his head helplessly.

He was pitted by Mike.

He originally planned to participate in the Hogwarts defense last night, but Mike sold a lot, which made Professor Flitwick anxious not to participate in the war at all, but stayed by Mike's side all night.

Now, Dumbledore and even the deans of the other three colleges probably have a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, Flitwick became even more depressed.

If possible, he really wanted to strangle Mike directly, but obviously, he didn't want to, knowing that Mike was his best and most beloved disciple, even if he strangled himself, he wouldn't strangle Mike.

"Oops! You bastard, I was miserable by you!"

Professor Flitwick patted Mike on the forehead, and Mike wailed as if he had been hit hard.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth still rose.

Now that this is the case, he doesn't need to continue to be angry. No matter what Dumbledore and the others think about him, he will accept it.

Seeing that Professor Flitwick finally calmed down, Mike was also relieved.

He wasn't lying, it was really good for Professor Flitwick to not let Professor Flitwick go to war last night.

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 outlaws was so strong that unless Dumbledore shot it himself, it would be impossible to rely on four. The principal is estimated to be life-threatening.

If Professor Flitwick wouldn't forgive himself, he really didn't know what to do, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick was still with him after all.

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

He was in a really good mood at the moment.

Because his injuries have basically healed.

Now, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands, and due to the excessive use of magic power, the magic channel inside the body has been forcibly expanded, and Mike's strength has skyrocketed!

According to Mike's preliminary estimates, now his magic power level has increased by at least 30% compared to before, the power of silent spells has increased by 50%, and the power of wandless spells is directly doubled.

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

Today's Mike let alone Snape, and even characters like Dumbledore and Voldemort are confident that he can get along with each other.

Of course, it's just two hands. If you really fight with those two monsters, Mike estimates that he will have to run for his life in the third hand.

This is something that can't be helped, the step span between the two sides is really too big.

As for the changes in Mike, Madam Pomfrey couldn't explain it. In the end, she could only classify it into the category of extraordinary medical science, because it was neither scientific nor magical.

Even Mike himself was confused. He didn't understand what happened 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 to lose the power of magic, he has been in extreme anxiety and anxiety for the past day, which is why Professor Flitwick prefers to suspend classes and go to the infirmary to accompany him Mike's reason, he also vaguely felt that his students are having a hard time now.

But now, the power of magic has once again returned to Mike's hands, feeling the surging magic power that is constantly circulating in his body, and Mike even has the idea of ​​going out and throwing a few fireballs right now.

It's a pity that he can't do it now, because he still has guests to wait.

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

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

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

"Dumbledore, I..."

"Felius, you don't need to say it. I can't blame you for what happened last night. I know that. But you'd better explain it to Severus and the others, they are very angry."

Dumbledore said without looking back.

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick's hand waving in midair fell, and he lowered his head with a tangled 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 Mike to face such a scene alone.

Gritting his teeth, Flitwick put the PG that he had lifted off the chair and put back.

Compared to Flitwick's nervousness, Mike's state is much better.

He just stared at Dumbledore so quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mike knew very well that it was impossible for Dumbledore to embarrass himself at this stall.

Pushing the pillow behind him a little higher, Mike preemptively said with a half-smile:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, why are you here all of a sudden? Did you catch the assassin who attacked me?"

Dumbledore's brows furrowed, and the dry skin on his forehead was even squeezed into a few deep forehead lines.

"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 already expected this, so I specially hired a lot of professionals to deal with this matter. It should only be a matter of time before that assassin comes out."

As soon as he said this, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly sharpened, his long snow-white beard was windless, and a vast Weiya was spreading in the ward.

"enough!"

Dumbledore said slowly.

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening to Mike's ears, which made him frown in pain.

Almost in an instant, the magic in Mike's body spurted frantically as if he had been stimulated by something, forming a light blue halo on the surface of his body, strongly resisting Dumbledore's coercion!