Chapter 463： ? Shaky

In the early morning, the golden sun shines through the attic glass as if throwing on Dumbledore who was sleeping.

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

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

He wasn't going to get up, he had become more and more lethargic since his arm was injured, but this was not a bad thing, Snape said it was just a normal reaction caused by the curse suppressed by magic in his body.

But at this moment, the door of the office was knocked. Listening to the fast and powerful knocking, the visitors were obviously unkind.

"Ugh!"

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

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

"Crunchy~"

The door opened, and standing outside the door were Snape and McGonagall professors with a vicious look.

These people are in a strange state now, their hair styles are messy, their wizard robes are even more tattered, and there is even a faint smell of blood wafting from Snape's body.

Dumbledore's brows frowned when he smelled this, he looked at Snape's trembling right hand and said slowly:

"Is it bad?"

"Too bad it can't be worse!" Snape gritted his teeth. "There were more than a hundred wizards attacked last night. If it weren't for the protection of Hogwarts, we would never come back!"

Talking, Snape's habitual right hand trembled even more.

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

As a result, everyone went crazy, and countless desperadoes flocked to Hogwarts like crazy, their purpose was only one, that is, to break into Hogwarts and uncover the assassin!

It's a pity that Hogwarts' protective ability is not jealous. After fighting Snape and others all night and leaving dozens of corpses, the desperadoes 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 gallons will continue to attract desperadoes like them, so they are just accumulating strength. Once their number reaches a peak, they will attack again!

"We must ask Mike to revoke the reward!"

McGonagall said firmly.

"Oh!" Dumbledore sighed again and turned back to his office. "Let's all come in and say, don't stand 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 about it, but his right hand holding the cup trembled so much that half of the tea in the cup was spilled on his rags. On the robe.

Dumbledore filled him with tea, frowned and said:

"Are you hurt?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Snape shook his head and drank again.

McGonagall 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. Those desperadoes were not a mob. McGonagall recognized that the tactics and spells used by many of these people were used exclusively by the striker unit and even the Auror unit, and this also made their Identity becomes self-evident!

McGonagall laughed sadly.

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

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

Now that Voldemort is growing stronger, this gj has no hope. The 10,000 gold gallons that Mike offered is life-saving money for them! With that 10,000 Jin Jialong they can flee the country with their families and start a new life!

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

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

The light in Professor McGonagall's eyes became dimmed. She was so sad that Hogwarts was about to be breached by its former children.

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

McGonagall turned around and looked around, and saw Snape who was drinking water coughing constantly, and a lot of blood mixed with tea was constantly pouring out of his mouth!

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

"Severus!"

Everyone leaned in anxiously, although they didn't like Snape, but now they are comrades-in-arms.

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

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

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

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the room bowed their heads. As Gryffindor and Hufflepuff’s academy, McGonagall and Sprout knew well that Hogwarts had already made a mess. The group, the students are unscrupulously rioting in the castle.

If it is normal, they can easily suppress these students, but now, they are involved in powerful foreign enemies, and they have no time to take care of the riots in the school.

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

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

This is undoubtedly a very embarrassing thing, but it can only be done now, after all, the situation no longer allows them to take care of their faces.

For a moment, the quiet needle fall in the office was audible, and even Snape, who was clamoring to make Mike beautiful at first, was silent.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but they all bowed their heads and said nothing.

Without knowing how long it took, Professor Sprout sighed deeply and sighed:

"Oh, good boy, how come this has happened!"

Sprout's sigh reverberated in the headmaster's room, and I don't know if it was the desperate wizards from last night or Mike.

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

"Yeah, why did it become like this."

...

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

"Teacher, don't worry, nothing will happen outside, I have a sense of measure!"

Mike assured Flivy with his chest patted.

When Flivi heard this, he shook his head helplessly.

He was miserable by Mike.

He originally planned to participate in the Hogwarts Resistance War last night, but Mike sold a lot of misfortune, which caused Professor Flitwick to not participate in the war anxiously, but stayed with Mike all night.

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

Thinking about this, Flivy felt even more depressed.

If he could, he really wanted to strangle Mike directly, but obviously, he was reluctant to know that Mike was his best and most beloved disciple, he would not strangle Mike even if he strangled himself.

"Oh! You bastard, I was so miserable by you!"

Professor Flitwick patted Mike on the forehead, and Mike wailed as if he had received a heavy blow.

Upon seeing this, Professor Flivy shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth still rose.

At this point, he didn't need to continue to be angry. No matter what Dumbledore and the others had of him, he accepted it. The soldiers came to cover the water and earth!

And seeing Professor Flitwick finally calm down, Mike was also relieved.

He didn't lie, it was really good for Professor Flivy not to let Professor Flivy go to the war last night.

No one knows better than him how thrilling the battle last night was. With the addition of Aurors and strikers, the combat effectiveness of the group of desperadoes was so strong that they could not be beaten unless Dumbledore took the shot himself. The dean may also be life-threatening.

If Professor Flitwick refuses to forgive himself, then he really doesn't know what to do, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick is still with him.

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

He is in a really good mood at the moment.

Because his injuries are 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 is forcibly expanded, and Mike's strength has skyrocketed!

According to Mike's preliminary estimation, his magic power level has increased by at least 30% compared to before, the power of the silent spell has increased by 50%, and the power of cast without a wand is directly doubled.

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

Don't talk about Snape for Mike nowadays, even characters like Dumbledore and Voldemort are confident that he can play against each other.

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

There is no way to do this, and the step span between the two sides is really too big.

As for the changes that happened to Mike, Madam Pomfrey couldn't explain, and in the end it could only be classified into the category of medical wonder, because it was neither scientific nor magic.

Even Mike himself was stunned. He didn't understand what was happening to him. 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 piercing eyes and hesitated to lose the power of magic. He was in extreme anxiety and anxiety throughout the past day. This is why Professor Flivy would rather suspend classes and go to the infirmary to accompany him. Because of Mike, he also vaguely felt that his own students are very difficult now.

But now, the power of magic returned to Mike's hands again, feeling the surging magic power flowing in his body, Mike even had the idea of ​​going out and throwing a few fireballs right away now.

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

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

He first glanced at Flivy with his mouth pursed, then looked at Mike with a complicated expression.

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face who was glanced at by Dumbledore froze for an instant, he looked nervously at the tall and thin wizard in front of him, while his arms were waving meaninglessly in the air.

"Dumbledore, I..."

"Felius, you don't need to say. 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 turning his head.

Hearing this, Professor Flivy's hand waving in the air fell, his head lowered, his expression tangled.

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 this kind of situation alone.

After gritting his teeth, Flivy put the PG that he had lifted off the chair back again.

Compared with Flivy's nervousness, Mike's condition is much better.

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

Mike knew very well that Dumbledore could not embarrass himself at this stall now.

Raising the pillow that was behind him a little bit higher, Mike said with a faint smile:

"Principal Dumbledore, why are you here suddenly? Have you caught the assassin who attacked me?"

Dumbledore's brows frowned The dry skin on his forehead was even squeezed into a few deep forehead lines.

"Not yet. I came to you today for other things."

"Oh? That's really regrettable." Mike opened his hand and continued, "Fortunately, I had expected this a long time ago, so I have spent a lot of money to hire a lot of professionals to deal with this matter, I believe they can find It should only be a matter of time before that assassin was released."

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

"enough!"

Dumbledore said slowly.

His voice is not loud, but it sounds deafening to Mike, directly frowning his brows in pain.

Almost for an instant, the magic power in Mike's body spewed out like a stimulus, forming a light blue halo on his body, resisting Dumbledore's pressure!