Chapter 398 New Nightmare

Under everyone's stunned gaze, the miniature fireball fired by Mike hit the puppet target in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame exploded from it.

However, the flame did not spread like a conventional explosion, but spread close to the body of the doll as if it was under control, and finally spelled out two words on the doll, "good". Good luck.

Everyone's mouths were open in surprise, even the officials of the Wizarding Examination Department who were invigilating the exam.

The difference is that the students were only surprised by the visual effect of Mike's fireball, but the wizards who invigilated the exam saw something more from it.

Sometimes it is far more difficult to reduce the power of a spell than to increase it. From the fire spell that Mike just fired, Mike showed amazing control and accuracy of the spell, not to mention Mike still uses silent casting!

To be honest, with Mike's magic level, let alone the OLS exam, he can get excellent results by taking the newl level exam directly.

"Yes, yes, you are indeed Mr. Flitwick's proud disciple." Whitebeard suppressed the surprise on his face and said calmly, "Next is the Flying Curse, let's begin."

Nodding, Mike still did not recite the magic spell or wave the magic spell. Instead, he directly hooked his fingers towards the parchment and let the roll of parchment fly into his hand.

The students behind Mike all sighed in astonishment, and Whitebeard and the others also looked at each other, some of them unable to believe what just happened in front of their eyes.

Are all little wizards today so powerful? Can you use both silent spells and wandless spells casually?

But just when everyone was stunned again, Mike spoke up.

"Excuse me, can I go?"

"Huh? Huh!" Whitebeard was stunned for a moment and said, "Very good, you can go."

Mike bowed to them very politely, and then strolled out of the examination room.

Professor Flitwick was still waiting patiently outside the examination room, but this time he didn't make a fuss like he did in the morning. He was still very confident in Mike's magic power.

The two of them were chatting and laughing outside the examination room, waiting for others to come out. Professor Flitwick asked Mike several times to go back and review the Transfiguration test tomorrow, but Mike was unwilling.

Mike cherishes the days spent with Professor Flitwick very much, knowing that in a short while, Voldemort will return completely.

When that time comes, it will be difficult for them to continue to live like this.

It wasn't until the sun slowly set that the last candidate walked out of the examination room. At this time, there were two more people accompanying Mike and Professor Flitwick. They were Ron and Hermione. Because that The last candidate to come out is Harry.

"Harry, you..."

Ron, who was still kicking the wall out of boredom, immediately became energetic when he saw Harry appear. He laughed and wanted to speak, but as soon as his words came out, Mike stopped him.

There was no reason. At this moment, Harry's expression was extremely gloomy, and it looked like he had failed the exam.

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

Harry's eyes began to turn red, but he held back his tears.

"Okay, let's go eat first, don't think about those bad things!"

Mike shouted loudly, making Harry jump.

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

The level of dinner this time was a bit better than at noon, but it was a pity that no one except Mike and Ron had much appetite.

Harry failed the practical test on Charms in the afternoon. As for Hermione, she was already studying enthusiastically for the written test on Transfiguration tomorrow morning.

Mike felt a little speechless about this. In fact, with Hermione's knowledge, there was no need to be so nervous when facing the Owls-level Transfiguration exam.

After shaking his head, Mike said goodbye to the three of them softly after finishing his dinner, and returned to the dormitory alone.

"Shuke, how is the staff deployment going?"

After returning to the dormitory, Mike was taking off his coat and talking 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 at the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, and are currently managed by Mr. Arthur. In addition, we have more than 200 wizards who have received preliminary training and have certain combat abilities who can be put 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 by then the ordinary wizards fighting in the environment of the Ministry of Magic would be nothing more than cannon fodder to attract firepower. Only the most elite wizards could severely damage the food industry. Dead Apostles, even killing or injuring Voldemort.

In order to ensure that he can dispatch manpower into battle at any time, Mike has already begun to mobilize his men to mobilize elite wizards.

Now that all 50 elite wizards have arrived at the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, it is undoubtedly good news for Mike, because this means that they can be transported to Dolphin Magic Drink Factory at any time through the large-scale cargo floo network. The battle begins anywhere that is connected to the Floo Network.

"Very good, now help me get through to Arthur. I want to talk to him directly."

Mike said softly, and upon hearing this, Shuke quickly raised a two-way mirror in front of Mike.

There was thick fog floating in the double-sided mirror, which made it impossible for Mike to see the scene in the mirror clearly. However, Mike was not panic at all. He knew very well that this was a sign that the double-sided mirror was being connected.

Sure enough, not long after, the fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and the face of an uncle with stubble appeared in front of Mike.

"Hi! Mike, are you okay?"

Seeing the familiar uncle greeting him in the mirror, Mike looked confused.

"You...you are Arthur? How did you end up like this?"

Mike asked with some uncertainty, and the latter said with some embarrassment:

"Well, my life has been a bit ridiculous these days. I have appointments every day, and my body is a little overwhelmed. But don't worry, I'll just take a hot bath and shave in a while."

"I hope you can temporarily stop your slightly absurd daily life." Mike said seriously, "I also need you to lead those 50 elite wizards to prepare for battle at any time! You have led such an absurd life as a commander, you let What do your people think of you?"

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

And just when Mike was about to continue talking, there was a knock on his door.

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

"Mike, no, I just had another nightmare!"

Harry said breathlessly. At this moment, he was still wearing the nightgown given to him by Mrs. Weasley. The long bangs on his head were soaked with sweat and hung limply on his forehead, looking extremely embarrassed.

"We need to notify Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

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

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

"Don't be anxious, Harry." Mike interrupted, "You guys come in first, and I will just use Legilimency on you later on for the details of the dream."

With that said, Mike moved out of the way and welcomed the three Harrys in.

Then Mike used Legilimency on Harry non-stop, and in order to ensure that he could clearly see the relevant dream memories, Mike also used the maximum power of the Legilimency spell this time.

Just 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. And just like last time, Mike this time He couldn't control his body, so he could only watch this movie-like memory from the perspective of a bystander.

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

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

The prophecy hall in front of me was gray. All around me were shelves full of shelves, and I was walking aimlessly among these shelves. But I didn’t know if it was a reflection of the special nature of the dream. The chair For a long time, Mike didn't see the end of the prophecy hall, as if this space was infinite.

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

It was a black and blue stone wall, and on the floor below the wall, there was a black thing squirming on the ground, like an injured animal.

Mike was shocked to find that the body that was currently providing him with vision suddenly became excited. He slowly walked towards the black shadow on the ground, and at the same time, a cold, high-pitched voice without any kindness came from his mouth. Sent out.

"Get it for me! Quick, take it down...I can't touch it...Only you can touch it..."

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

Mike's scalp almost exploded, and he understood almost instantly the identity of the body that was now providing him with vision—Voldemort!

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

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A glimmer of light flashed, and the black shadow on the floor erupted into a painful scream. Only at this moment did Mike realize that the black shadow was actually a human being, a man to be precise!

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

Mike's current body burst into laughter, and then he pointed the wand at the man and whispered in a sleepy tone:

"I'm waiting..."

The man on the floor was trembling all over. He pushed himself up with great difficulty, and at the same time raised his head and looked at Mike.

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

"I won't!"

Sirius said firmly, dressed in rough clothes.

"You have the same backbone as your brother, Black." Voldemort's cold voice sounded again, "But I believe you will give in in the end, because we have plenty of time to talk slowly, and I believe you will give in in the end. . So, give it to me quickly..."

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

"Snapped!"

The black-red saliva fell weakly to Voldemort's feet. After doing all this, Black seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell weakly to the ground.

His jaw hit the hard floor with a muffled sound, and then a stream of blood slowly slipped from the corner of Blake's mouth.

"It's really good..."

Voldemort's voice became colder and colder, and the terrifying murderous intent contained in it made even Mike shudder.

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

The pale arm holding the wand moved again, and with his movements, Black screamed more fiercely than last time.

But at this moment, Mike found that everything in front of him disappeared - the dream was over!

Mike opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was Harry, who had already burst into tears.

Because he wanted Mike to see the most accurate memory, Harry had been recalling the nightmare when Mike invaded Harry's brain just now.

And revisiting the memory of Black's torture was undoubtedly painful for Harry.

"Mike, tell Dumbledore quickly, we must save Sirius! He is dying!"

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

Following Mike's movements, bursts of fog slowly appeared on the double-sided mirror, and then the fog gradually dissipated, revealing Dumbledore's old face with white hair and beard.

"Children, are you okay at this late hour?"

"Dumbledore!" x3

The three Harrys shouted excitedly. Seeing this, Dumbledore also noticed the abnormality and turned his increasingly serious eyes to Mike.

"I have to go to your place right away. Harry just had another nightmare." Mike said crisply, "I will bring you the specific memory fragments later, but you must confirm Sirius Black right now. His whereabouts are very important."

"Understood, I'll go make arrangements. See you later."

Dumbledore obviously understood the importance of the matter and did not ask Mike what happened. Instead, he simply interrupted the connection with the double-sided mirror.

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

"Stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll come back to you soon."

Harry looked at Mike helplessly with his mouth open, tears streaking down his face.

He also knew very well that he had not yet mastered the Occlumency Spell, and was not qualified to meet Dumbledore with Mike at all, so he nodded decisively.

When Mike saw this, he turned around and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Harry again.

"Please...please bring Blake back! Please!"

Looking at the grief-stricken Harry, Mike nodded firmly.