Chapter 181： On the feasibility of sniper rifle against Voldemort

Three days later, in the Hogwarts school infirmary, Mike was lying peacefully asleep on the hospital bed.

It was the spring season, and the sunlight outside the house shone on Mike's face like golden sand through the bay window, making his pale face all covered with a hint of gold, reflecting his golden hair.

This is supposed to be a beautiful picture, but our microphone doesn't think so.

As if being interrupted by the bright sunlight for a nap, Mike's brows were frowning together, and he instinctively turned his head to the other side out of the sun.

"Eh! Moved! Woke up!"

A sound of surprise came from exhaustion, finally awakening Mike.

Mike opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the snow-white ceiling in the ward.

‘It’s so comfortable to sleep. "Mike is facing the sky, thinking like this, "Huh? Unfamiliar ceiling, where am I? ’

In a trance, Mike finally found that he was not sleeping in his bedroom, but in a strange room.

‘No, it’s not right to say strange. This... how does this ceiling look so familiar? It's like... the ceiling of the infirmary. ’

Mike who woke up stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He hasn't slept so comfortably for a long time. He must have been asleep for a long time. Why?

The sour and soft feeling on the body and the still unopened eyelids are the best proof. This is clearly a symptom of excessive sleep.

‘It’s so comfortable. Why don't you just sleep for a while? ’

Thinking about this, Mike smiled and prepared to close his eyes and sleep for a while. However, at this moment, a tearful girl face suddenly appeared before his eyes.

If you usually encounter this kind of scene, Mike promises that he will kiss without hesitation, but at this moment Mike is still in a trance state that he has not awakened, so...

"Wow!"

When Mike screamed, he pulled the quilt and shrank back suddenly. It was okay if he didn't move. When he moved Mike, he felt a burning pain in his chest.

Under the stimulation of this pain, Mike remembered everything.

‘I was injured and unconscious, and a female version of Jack the Ripper with freckles cut my chest open! ’

Mike hurriedly lifted the quilt and looked at his chest, only to find that the huge wound in his memory had now become a layer of snow-white bandage entwined with each other.

Mike still couldn't believe it, and reached out and pressed it twice.

'call! Fortunately, it is solid. Is that a nightmare? ’

"Mike, are you okay?"

"Yes, Mike, don't scare us!"

Relieved Mike turned his head and saw that there was still a group of people around his hospital bed. Penello, Franklin and the Salvation trio were all present.

Among them, Penello looked at him dimly with tears, two shallow dark circles hung on a delicate face, obviously not resting well.

"Ah, I'm fine. Sorry, I worry about you."

Mike reported to everyone that he was safe, and the last sentence of apology came from looking at Penello.

Penello naturally understood what Mike meant, and threw himself into Mike's arms when he heard Mike say that sorry.

Mike, who was still wearing a bandage on his chest, couldn't stand her pounce, so he snorted and bowed like a lobster.

"sorry Sorry!"

Penello also found out that he was acting inappropriately. He bounced back and wanted to help, but he was afraid of hurting Mike again, so he had to apologize.

"You are so affectionate. Penello has been by your side since you were injured and rarely sleeps."

Harry sighed enviously, and he added silently in his heart: ‘Unlike me, a single dog. ’

"Yeah, yeah! What a loving couple!" Franklin said feebly, "Some people, you're so oblivious, you know that I have guarded you for three days, you see, I have dark circles under my eyes. Up!"

Looking at the exaggerated expression on Franklin's face, Mike's mouth twitched, and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, I really can't see the dark circles on your face."

As soon as Penello and Harry reacted to these words, a smile appeared on Penello's face that was still with teardrops, and Harry smiled from ear to ear.

Ron, who was beside Harry, looked dumbfounded at the laughter.

Harry obviously noticed Ron's embarrassment, and quickly reached Ron's ear and whispered.

Now Ron finally understood where the laughter was, and laughed loudly.

Even Hermione, who hid in the corner of the ward when Mike woke up, was amused by Mike's slightly racist joke.

Then I felt that it was not good for me to laugh like this because of other people's skin color, so I forcibly held back the smile, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't stop rising.

Seeing the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became joyous, Mike also had a smile on his face, and secretly gave Franklin a thumbs up.

Franklin, this guy is on purpose!

After seeing Mike's gesture, Franklin also shook his eyebrows at Mike, indicating that Mike didn't care about it.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

Just as everyone was laughing, a familiar voice came over.

Everyone turned their heads together, and saw Professor Flivy and Mrs. Pomfeller with a freckled girl who had arrived in the ward at some point, smiling at the people.

The laughter stopped abruptly. Before they came, Mrs. Pomfleur had warned them that they must not yell to affect the patient's rest, and they just laughed so loudly...

Thinking of this, Harry and Ron trembled, as if they had imagined the scene where Mrs. Pomfeller would throw them out of the infirmary with one hand.

But to their surprise, Mrs. Pomfleur and Professor Flivy did not look at them at all.

Everyone turned their heads and followed Professor Flivy's gaze, and saw that Mike was tremblingly pointing at the freckled girl who came with Professor Flivy and Mrs. Pomfleur, with a look of horror.

"Jack the Ripper!"

As Mike tremblingly uttered these five words, everyone's eyes fell on the freckled girl again.

Perhaps because it was a little embarrassing to be watched by so many people, the freckled girl smiled awkwardly, and hid behind Mrs. Pomfleur.

"What is Jack the Ripper?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"That's a serial murderer. He likes to cut other people's bodies apart. It often appears in novels and music." Hermione couldn't help but popular science. "It is said that Jack the Ripper is a real serial murder in London for more than 100 years. Commit."

"I'm helping you heal!"

After hearing Hermione's words, the freckled girl poked her head from behind Madam Pomfleur and said weakly.

"Oh! What about cutting my chest open and stirring in it is called treatment?" Mike sneered, "I really want to thank you!"

The freckled girl was immediately retreated behind Madam Pomfrey when Mike was murdered, looking very scared.

At this moment, Mrs. Pomfeller finally couldn't stand it anymore, and she explained: "Well Mike, Soraka is indeed helping you with treatment. You should be thankful that Soraka is my most promising student. If it weren't for her superb skills, you would definitely leave a big hole in your chest!"

Hearing this, Mike immediately stretched out his hand and touched his chest again, and found that the wound bound by the bandage was really flat without any depression at all, and he couldn't help calming down slowly.

"Well, my fault. But you guys shouldn't let me see the treatment process. To be honest, I was really scared." Mike now recalled the scene that day was still a little frightened, "You really can't imagine one day you I woke up suddenly, but saw the feeling that I had been torn apart!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I was just too excited at the time, so I forgot to feed you life and death water (Sleeping Potion)." Soraka's weak voice came from behind Madam Pomfleur, "but I have to Say that your internal organs are really beautiful, especially your kidneys, which are healthier and stronger than most people."

When Harry and the others heard the second half of Soraka's words, their expressions suddenly became horrified. They really couldn't imagine who would find other people's internal organs to look good.

"Okay, don't worry about this." Professor Flivy took out a non-marking stretch curse bag and said, "Mike, we brought you a surprise!"

Mike took the bag and opened it and found that it was the equipment he had taken off before the game, in addition to 50 gold gallons and a Hogwarts badge.

"This is your bonus and prizes. Unfortunately, because you are tied for the championship with Cedric this time, the bonus can only be divided equally with Cedric." Professor Flitwick paused, "but lucky. Yes, I helped you win the duel championship medal. As for Cedric, he has other compensation."

Mike took out the badge before Professor Flivy could finish talking.

The silver badge gleams in the spring sunshine, and the representative creatures of the four colleges engraved on it are more lifelike, as if they would jump off the badge at any time.

Penello and others stared at this exquisite badge with open mouths, which represented the glory of the duel champion. Although it was only the duel champion among the Hogwarts students, it was enough to prove Mike's strength.

However, the reason why Mike is so happy is not because of the symbolic meaning of this badge, but because of its actual ability.

It is always vigilant for attacks against Mike, and automatically releases armor protection.

Doesn't it sound tasteless?

It's just an armor body, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

actually not.

After crossing into the world of Harry Potter, Mike has been thinking about a question. How big is the threat of guns to wizards?

At first, Mike felt that although wizards possessed terrifying power, their bodies were no different from ordinary people. In other words, wizards would also be injured and die if hit by bullets.

Even with an armored body and a powerful protective spell like this, the wizard is still powerless when faced with a Muggle’s super long-range sniper, because the speed of the bullet is too fast, so fast that the human reflex nerves simply respond. But come.

Mike even considered that after Voldemort was resurrected, he could find some snipers to attack the old monster.

However, this plan was cancelled after Mike's research on the curse became more profound.

Because Mike found that when the spiritual power is strong to a certain level, the wizard will possess a kind of ability similar to the sixth sense. This ability can effectively make the wizard perceive the upcoming attack, so as to defend or evade in advance.

Of course, if you want this kind of ability, you must cultivate your mental power to an extremely terrifying level. Mike didn't know to what extent, but there is no doubt that Dumbledore and Voldemort must have this ability.

In summary, long-range sniping can kill most wizards, including all the professors at Hogwarts, and Mike is among them of course.

Mike used to worry about whether he would sleep well in bed one day but suddenly he was shot headshot with a sniper rifle, but now Mike doesn't have to worry.

Because after possessing this badge that can automatically release the armor protection, at least ordinary bullets can no longer sneak him to death.

And from the question of'Can a sniper rifle attack Voldemort to death?' Mike also understood why the Muggle world clearly has nuclear weapons, but still coexists peacefully with the wizarding world. The reason is Dumbledore and Voldemort. A legendary wizard is equivalent to nuclear weapons in the wizarding world!

You can imagine that a wizard of Dumbledore's level can release a spell that destroys the world with every gesture, and also has the weird abilities of teleportation, invisibility, turning into others, controlling the mind, and so on. It can be said that facing such a powerful wizard with the current level of Muggle weapons, even if he finally wins, he will have to pay an unimaginable price.

So the wizarding world and the Muggle world have now formed a strange balance, and the two are deterring each other.

But generally speaking, the Muggles still have the upper hand in this silent war, because the population of wizards is declining, and the technology of Muggles is still improving.

There were only a few wizards like Dumbledore in the entire wizarding world for hundreds of years. It can be imagined that with the current population of the wizarding world declining, there will be fewer and fewer wizards of this level in the future.

The speed of the wizarding world's research on spells is far behind the speed of Muggles' technological advancement.

In other words.

If one day there is no great wizard like Dumbledore in the wizarding world, or the Muggles develop more powerful weapons.

Then the end of the wizards is here, you know, Muggles have longed for the supernatural powers that wizards have for a long time.