Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The magic power in Mike's body is now frantically being mobilized from all over his body to flow to his right arm, and finally converted into a high concentration of jet black and fierce fire through his right hand.

This is a very dangerous operation. After all, the human body does not have the strong quality and affinity of magic like a wand. The transformation of such a large amount of magic in a short period of time will cause great damage to Mike's arms and even internal organs. harm.

If the luck is not good, it will even affect the casting of the spell in the future, which can be described as killing the chicken and taking the egg.

But in the face of the immediate crisis, Mike can't care so much anymore.

Judging from the situation that he was irradiated by the black light before, he absolutely must prevent the black light from causing damage to himself, otherwise, he is very likely to die!

"Roar!"

With Mike's desperate urging magic, a massive amount of black flame was sprayed out from his right hand, and the flame temperature was so high that even the surrounding air boiled.

And with Mike's efforts, that weird and ominous black light finally dimmed, and finally dissipated.

Mike clenched his right fist violently, and with his action, the black fiery finally stopped spewing out, and the magic in his body also stagnated.

It was only at this time that Mike realized that his entire right arm had completely lost consciousness, and he did not even feel any pain, which made Mike feel extremely bad.

And the matter is far from over. The high-purity black flames ejected by Mike began to look for a new source of energy after losing their source. They condensed together in mid-air, and finally converged into a body length of more than 20. Rice's giant western black dragon!

"Roar!"

The pitch-black fire dragon spread out the pair of wings that covered the sky and roared in the sky, and a thick black fire column shot straight into the sky with its roar, as if announcing its birth to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, it lowered its head and glanced at everyone on the Quidditch pitch with those scarlet greedy eyes, as if picking its own food.

Regardless of whether it was the players on the field or the audience in the stands, at this moment, they all seemed to be frightened and stared blankly at the behemoth above their heads with their mouths open, and they even forgot to escape!

The demon dragon in the sky seemed to have already selected a satisfactory prey. It cracked its big mouth and grinned grimly, then swooped towards the west stand!

The people in the stands finally reacted at this moment,

They ran for the exit crying.

At the juncture of life and death, all propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame no longer exist, lovers, brothers, sisters...

The best classmates in the past have all exposed the most real side of human nature at this time. They tried their best to pull everyone around them, just to be able to leave this dying stand as soon as possible.

But this is all in vain. The demon dragon in the sky is so huge that everyone in the stands cannot escape, and they will all become the food of the demon dragon.

Looking at the demon dragon that was getting closer and closer, someone finally became desperate. They closed their eyes and stopped moving, waiting for the end of their lives.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds...

It was not until the death that was expected in the past ten seconds that people opened their eyes in confusion, and they saw that the terrifying dragon was twitching in the air as if it was sick at the moment, and it was clumping again and again. A mass of magic flame erupted from his body, and quickly dissipated into the air.

At this time, on the east stand, Mike was using his still intact left arm to hold his wand and aim at the dragon in the sky.

His expression was very ferocious, and he didn't lose his light-hearted appearance in the past, and even the hand holding the wand was still shaking.

But this is not surprising at all. In fact, Mike's current state is very bad. His outbreak just now caused very serious damage to his internal organs. Now he is almost fainting from the pain.

And the injury on his right arm is also getting worse, and now the numbness caused by the strange black light has begun to spread to his torso.

But even so, he was still trying to control the Fiery Demon Dragon in the sky, trying to make it disappear.

Hermione on the side was crying anxiously, but she was helpless in the face of this situation. She could only cry out Mike's name over and over again.

At this time, Mike couldn't hear what she was talking about, and now all his energy was put on destroying the dragon.

With his efforts, the demon dragon in the sky is shrinking rapidly. Despite the desperate struggle of the demon dragon, it is all to no avail. Under the pressure of Mike's terrifying mental power, in the end, the demon dragon finally disappeared, only Leaving a burst of unwilling Long Ming in the air for a long time.

Everyone on the court breathed a sigh of relief, and Mike put down his wand and relaxed.

And this relaxation, Mike felt his head dizzy, and his body instinctively fell down.

"Mike! Mike!"

Hermione cried to catch the fallen Mike, she called Mike's name over and over again, but Mike couldn't hear anything.

He only felt wetness on his face, as if someone was spraying saliva on his face.

Normally Mike would have beaten this man hard, but now he doesn't have the strength to do so.

Mike used all his strength and said in a low voice:

"Go...take me to Dumbledore..."

"Okay! Okay! I'll take you to Dumbledore right now! You must not die!"

Hermione stood up crying, and started waving desperately to the Quidditch players in the air.

She knew very well that if she wanted to transfer Mike to the principal's office as quickly as possible, a broomstick was the best option.

It's a pity, everyone on the court is still immersed in the joy of the rest of their lives, and no one has noticed the situation on Hermione's side at all.

Seeing this, Hermione was about to despair.

At this moment, a majestic voice resounded throughout the Quidditch pitch.

"quiet!"

Everyone looked intently, and saw Dumbledore in a white robe standing in the center of the court at some point, and beside him, the crimson phoenix Fox was constantly circling, and its wings were still burning. The extinguished phoenix fire.

The crowd fell silent for a while, and then there was a burst of cheers that were far louder than before!

Everyone was shouting Dumbledore's name, they all thought it was Dumbledore who killed the dragon!

At this time, Dumbledore was looking for Mike in the crowd. He knew very well that, except Mike, no one in Hogwarts could release such a terrifying Fiery Curse.

But when he actually found Mike, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Because at this moment, only Mike, who had already fainted, and Hermione, who was crying, appeared in front of him.

...

Mike slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he was still in a hazy state. He looked at the white ceiling in front of him in confusion. For some reason, he felt that the ceiling was inexplicably familiar, especially the black spot in the corner. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere. .

It took a while before he recognized where he was—the bed in the Hogwarts infirmary.

Mike didn't speak, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and started to move his body slowly from the knuckles of his fingers.

The injury caused to him by the explosion of magic power was too severe. At this moment, he only felt severe pain coming from every part of his body.

And after moving the body as a whole, he confirmed his physical condition.

The right arm is completely immobile and appears to be held in place by the deck and straps, but is conscious, which is good news.

The rest of the body is in good condition. Although it hurts, he is finally happy to move, which shows that the situation is not bad.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to test the magic power in his body.

But just as soon as the magic power was running, there was a piercing pain inside his body, which made Mike unable to help moan, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mike, who was lying on the bed, was panting, and he realized that something seemed to be wrong with his magic, which made him a little restless.

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened, and Dumbledore walked in with Snape and Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore was stunned when he saw Mike who was awake on the hospital bed, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey! Mike, you're finally awake!"

Mike didn't have time to ink with him, so he asked directly:

"What's wrong with my magic?"

"Humph!" Snape snorted coldly, "Crap!"

As soon as these words came out, Mike's heart jerked, and his mind went blank.

"Severus! Don't scare the children!" Madam Pomfler glared at Snape and turned to Mike in a gentle tone, "Don't listen to his nonsense, your magic is fine, it's just because of you The relationship with the sudden explosion of magic power is temporarily unavailable."

"Heh! You should teach him a lesson!" Snape said angrily, "Openly unleashing such a powerful Fiery Curse in Hogwarts School almost caused huge casualties among students! You're such a wicked student! If I had to say, the Sorting Hat should have put you in Azkaban in the first place!"

Perhaps being amused by Snape's last words, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and finally held back under Snape's murderous gaze.

"Cough! I'm sorry, Mike, but please forgive Severus, he just has a poisonous mouth." Dumbledore smiled and said to Mike, "In fact, he still cares about you very much. The curse was so terrible that Severus didn't sleep a night and a night to get rid of it."

"Dumbledore!"

"Okay, okay! I'm not talking about Severus, you can put your wand down, it's dangerous!"

Looking at Dumbledore and Snape who were noisy together, Mike's heart was very chaotic.

Mike doesn't care about other things at all now, and the inability to use magic power brings him a very strong sense of insecurity, which makes him very uncomfortable.

"How long will it take for my magic power to recover!?"

Mike asked eagerly.

Hearing that Dumbledore and Snape both looked at Pomfler, the latter said slowly:

"Three days, don't worry, Mike, it only takes three days for your magic power to fully recover, and then you can use magic normally. As for physical injuries, you will have to rest for at least a week to recover."

Hearing that Mike finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Snape, who was beside him, said:

"You should be thankful that the goddess of luck has favored you, and the curse on your right hand is about to spread to your heart! It's really about that time, hehe, even gods can't be saved!"

Mike glanced at Snape lightly, but he was not angry. He knew that the other party had such a temper, but because of the other party's attitude problem, Mike really couldn't express much gratitude to Snape.

"Thank you very much, then, Professor Snape."

He thanked Snape nonchalantly, and after receiving a cold snort from the other party, Mike turned his attention back to Dumbledore.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, can you please call Franklin for me?"

"Yes, yes, but what do you want to do?"

"I want him to investigate the murderer."

Mike said expressionlessly, while the muscles at the corners of his eyes were still twitching.

If anyone who is familiar with Mike is here at this time, they will understand that Mike is trying his best to suppress his anger at this time.

"Man, I'll call for you. It's just that the investigation of the murderer should be left to us to handle." Dumbledore said, "In fact, this is what we came to find you for this time. Mike, can you tell us about the situation at the time?"

Mike took a deep breath, and did not argue with Dumbledore, but was very cooperative and told Dumbledore the situation in detail.

At first, Dumbledore could still smile, but when he heard Dumbledore behind him, he couldn't smile.

This is a very serious incident. Someone actually sent a killer to sneak into Hogwarts to assassinate Mike, which means that Hogwarts is no longer a pure land away from Death Eaters!

"Phew! Mike, don't worry, those murderers will be punished, I promise you!"

After Dumbledore said that, he took Snape out of the ward quickly, and it seemed that he was going to investigate.

Mrs. Pomfleur came to Mike's side, performed a full-body examination for Mike again, and left after confirming that Mike's injury was indeed improving.

"bump!"

With the slight sound of the door closing, Mike was the only one left in the ward again.

Mike was lying on the hospital bed expressionlessly. Although he looked very calm, the anger in his eyes was becoming more and more intense!

This time, he was almost killed, so he was really provoked!

I don't know how long it took, the door of the ward was slammed open again, and Franklin ran into the ward panting heavily and threw himself on Mike's bed.

"Mike... Mike! Are you all right! Dumbledore... Dumbledore told me..."

"Franklin, listen to me."

Mike waited for a pair of bloodshot eyes to interrupt Franklin's words without hesitation, while the latter swallowed and looked at Mike cautiously.

For some reason, he always felt that Mike at this moment was extremely scary.

"Find the killer for me, do you hear? Get the Mutual Aid, Freemasonry, and Ravenclaw all to move, and bring that guy to me! I'm going to stab him in a thousand pieces and then kill him myself. Bit by bit to ashes! Did you hear me!"

Mike said, his voice was stable at first, but then it began to tremble, and finally turned into a roar.