Chapter 185 On the feasibility of sniper rifles against Voldemort

Three days later, in the Hogwarts School Infirmary, Mike was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

It was spring, and the sunlight outside the house was like golden sand, shining on Mike's face through the bay window, making his pale face look golden, which was in harmony with his golden hair.

This should have been a beautiful picture, but our Mike didn't think so.

As if his nap was disturbed by the bright sunlight, Mike's brows knitted together, and he instinctively turned his head to the other side where the sunlight could not reach.

"Hey! Move! Wake up!"

A voice with a touch of surprise came, finally waking Mike up.

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 lay on his back, thinking, 'Huh? Strange ceiling, where am I?'

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

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

Mike stared at the ceiling in a daze after waking up.

He hadn't slept so comfortably for a long time. He must have slept for a long time. Why?

The sore and soft feeling on his body and the eyelids that were still a little hard to open were the best proof. This was clearly a symptom of too much sleep.

'It's so comfortable. Why not just sleep for a while.'

Thinking of this, Mike smiled and prepared to close his eyes and sleep for a while. However, at this moment, a girl's face with tears in her eyes suddenly appeared in front of him.

If he encountered such a scene normally, Mike promised that he would kiss her without hesitation, but at this moment, Mike was still in a trance, so...

"Wow!"

Mike screamed and pulled the quilt back suddenly. It was okay if he didn't move, but as soon as he moved, Mike 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 on her face cut open my chest!'

Mike hurriedly lifted the quilt and looked at his chest, only to find that the huge wound in his memory had now turned into layers of snow-white bandages entangled together.

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

'Huh! Fortunately, it's solid. Was it just a nightmare?'

"Mike, are you okay?"

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

Mike, who was relieved, turned his head and saw that there was a group of people around his bed, including Penelope, Franklin and the Savior Trio.

Among them, Penelope looked at him with tears in her eyes, and there were two light dark circles on her delicate face, which obviously showed that she had not rested well.

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

Mike reported to everyone that he was safe, and the last word of apology was said to Penelope.

Penelope naturally understood what Mike meant, and when she heard Mike say that sorry, she threw herself into his arms.

Mike, who still had a bandage on his chest, couldn't stand her throwing. He groaned and bent up like a lobster.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Penelope also realized that her behavior was inappropriate, and her body bounced away. She wanted to help in a panic, but she was afraid of hurting Mike again, so she had to apologize repeatedly.

"You two are so loving. Penelope has been staying by your side since you were injured, and she rarely sleeps."

Harry on the side exclaimed enviously, and at the same time silently added in his heart: 'Unlike me, a single dog. '

"Yes, yes! What a loving couple!" Franklin said weakly, "Some people are so obsessed with beauty. You know, I have been waiting for you for three days. Look, I have dark circles under my eyes!" Looking

at the exaggerated expression on Franklin's face, Mike's mouth twitched and he complained, "Sorry... I really can't see the dark circles on your face."

Penelope and Harry were the first to react. Penelope's face, which was originally covered with tears, immediately showed a smile, and Harry laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

Ron, who was beside Harry, looked at the two people laughing and was confused.

Harry obviously noticed Ron's embarrassment and quickly whispered to Ron.

Now Ron finally understood the joke and laughed.

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

Then she felt that it was not good to laugh at someone else's skin color, so she forced herself to hold back her smile, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't stop rising.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the ward suddenly became joyful, Mike also smiled and secretly gave Franklin a thumbs up.

Franklin, this guy, did it on purpose!

After seeing Mike's gesture, Franklin also shook his eyebrows at Mike, indicating that Mike didn't need to take it to heart.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

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

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Professor Flitwick and Mrs. Pomfret had come to the ward with a freckled girl, and were looking at everyone with a smile.

The laughter stopped abruptly. Before they came, Madam Pomfret had warned them not to shout and disturb the patients' rest. But they laughed so loudly just now...

Thinking of this, Harry and Ron shuddered, as if they had imagined the scene of Madam Pomfret throwing them out of the infirmary one by one.

But to their surprise, Madam Pomfret and Professor Flitwick didn't look at them at all.

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction of Professor Flitwick's gaze, and saw that Mike was trembling and pointing at the freckled girl who came with Professor Flitwick and Madam Pomfret, with a look of horror on her face.

"Jack the Ripper!"

As Mike trembled and said these five words, everyone's eyes fell on the freckled girl again.

Perhaps because she was a little embarrassed to be looked at by so many people, the freckled girl smiled awkwardly and hid behind Madam Pomfrey.

"What is Jack the Ripper?" Ron asked in confusion.

"He is a serial killer who likes to cut open other people's bodies. He often appears in novels and music." Hermione couldn't help but popularize science, "It is said that Jack the Ripper is a real serial killer in London more than a hundred years ago."

"I was helping you with treatment!"

The freckled girl leaned out from behind Madam Pomfrey after hearing Hermione's words and said weakly.

"Oh! You call cutting open my chest and stirring it inside treatment?" Mike sneered, "I really have to thank you!"

The freckled girl was immediately shrunk back behind Madam Pomfrey again after being attacked by Mike, looking very scared.

At this moment, Madam Pomfret finally couldn't bear it anymore and explained, "Okay, Mike, Soraka is indeed helping you with your treatment. You should feel lucky, because Soraka is my most promising student. If it weren't for her superb skills, you would definitely have a big hole in your chest!"

Upon hearing this, Mike immediately reached out and touched his chest again, and found that the wound bound by the bandage was indeed very flat, without any dents at all. He couldn't help but slowly calm down.

"Okay, it's my fault. But you shouldn't have let me see the treatment process. To be honest, I was really scared." Mike is still a little shocked when he recalls the scene of that day. "You really can't imagine how it feels when you suddenly wake up one day and find yourself disemboweled!"

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

Harry and others became horrified after hearing the second half of Soraka's words. They really couldn't imagine who would think that other people's internal organs are beautiful.

"Okay, don't dwell on this matter anymore." Professor Flitwick took out a bag of traceless stretching spells and said, "Mike, we have a surprise for you!"

Mike took the bag and opened it and found that it was the equipment he took off before the game, in addition to 50 gold galleons and a badge in the style of the Hogwarts school emblem.

"Here are your prize money and prizes. Unfortunately, since you and Cedric are tied for the championship this time, you can only share the prize money with Cedric." Professor Flitwick paused and said, "But fortunately, I helped you get this duel champion medal. As for Cedric, he has other compensations."

Before Professor Flitwick finished speaking, Mike took out the badge.

The silver badge shone brightly under the spring sun, and the four major college representative creatures engraved on it were lifelike, as if they would jump off the badge at any time.

Penelope and others stared at this exquisite badge with their mouths wide open. This represents the glory of the duel champion. Although it is only the duel champion among Hogwarts students, it is enough to prove Mike's strength.

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

It can always be alert to attacks coming towards Mike, and automatically release armor to protect the body.

Does it sound tasteless?

It's just an armor to protect the body, which doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Actually, it is not.

After crossing into the world of Harry Potter, Mike has been thinking about a question: how big a threat does guns pose to wizards?

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

Even if they had armor to protect themselves and such powerful protective spells, wizards were still helpless when facing the ultra-long-range sniping of Muggles, because the speed of the bullets was too fast, so fast that human reflexes could not react at all.

Mike even considered finding some snipers to snipe the old devil after Voldemort was resurrected.

However, this plan was cancelled after Mike's research on spells became more and more in-depth.

Because Mike found that when the mental power is strong to a certain extent, the wizard will have an ability similar to the sixth sense, which can effectively allow the wizard to sense the upcoming attack, so as to defend or dodge in advance.

Of course, if you want this ability, you must cultivate your mental power to an extremely terrifying level. Mike didn't know how many of them there were, but there was no doubt that Dumbledore and Voldemort definitely had this ability.

In summary, long-range sniping could kill most wizards, including all the professors at Hogwarts, and Mike was certainly among them.

Mike had once worried that one day he would be sleeping soundly in bed, but was suddenly shot in the head with a sniper rifle. However, Mike didn't have to worry about that now.

Because after having this badge that could automatically release the armor protection, at least ordinary bullets could no longer kill him by sneak attack.

From the question of "whether a sniper rifle could kill Voldemort by sneak attack", Mike also understood why the Muggle world, which already had a terrifying weapon like nuclear weapons, still coexisted peacefully with the wizarding world. The reason was that legendary wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort were equivalent to nuclear weapons in the wizarding world!

You can imagine that wizards of Dumbledore's level could release spells of the level of destruction with every move of their hands and feet, and they also had strange abilities such as teleportation, invisibility, transformation into others, and mind control. It can be said that with the current level of weapons of Muggles, even if they win in the end, they will have to pay an unimaginable price to face such a powerful wizard.

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

But in general, Muggles still have the upper hand in this silent war, because the wizard population is decreasing, and at the same time, the technology of Muggles is constantly improving.

There are only a few wizards like Dumbledore in the entire wizarding world for hundreds of years. It is conceivable that with the current decreasing population of the wizarding world, there will be fewer and fewer wizards of this level in the future.

And the wizarding world's research speed on spells is far less than the speed of progress of Muggle technology.

In other words.

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

Then the end of wizards would come. You know, Muggles have longed for the supernatural powers possessed by wizards.