Chapter 250: Wizard is just my part-time job

It was so fast that the battle between Snape and Mike was decided in just a moment. Before Lupin and Black could even react, Mike flew backwards with blood spurting out.

After reacting, Lupin reacted quickly.

He flicked his wand lightly, and Mike's blackthorn wand, which had fallen on the ground, flew towards Black.

Snape, who was not far away, covered his chest and gasped. Although he saw Lupin's movements, he was powerless.

He was in a very bad state now.

The Apparition Charm requires a casting process. Because it is extremely difficult and has a certain degree of danger, most wizards will not try to cast it instantly or silently, because doing so may cause magic backlash and a high probability of danger.

For example, if a part of your limbs fails to enter the space tunnel smoothly, you will lose this part of your limbs forever and become disabled.

Therefore, wizards who can cast the Apparition Charm instantly are all super masters in this field.

Snape happened to be such a master, but unfortunately, although he could ensure his safety in the "flash", the backlash of magic power was still inevitable, not to mention that he forcibly released the Sharpness Spell after using the "flash".

In other words, it would be difficult for him to release other magic in the next period of time, otherwise his body would be further damaged.

On the other side, Black, who was originally roaring and rushing towards Snape, saw a magic wand falling from the sky, and he took it in his hand and attacked Snape.

At this time, the tacit understanding cultivated by Black and Lupin in their youth came into play. They covered each other on the left and right and charged towards Mike's position. On the way, they waved their wands repeatedly, and spells were released from their respective wands one after another.

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the two people's spells, Snape's face suddenly showed a trace of mockery, and a teardrop-shaped glass container filled with golden liquid appeared in his hand when he turned his fingers.

As Snape drank the liquid in the container, the spells of Black and Lupin all strangely failed!

Seeing this, the mockery on Snape's face became more intense. He took out another bottle of magic potion and drank it; then took out another bottle and drank it...

Every time he drank a bottle of magic potion, Snape's complexion would get better. After he drank 5 bottles of magic potion in a row, Snape stood there without blushing or panting. It was impossible to tell that he was a person who had just experienced the backlash of magic power.

The recovered Snape slowly and gracefully raised his wand. As the spell of the disarming spell was chanted by him in a dreamy tone, two red lights suddenly appeared and accurately hit Black and Lupin, knocking them out.

Lupin was desperate now. He forgot that Snape was also a potion master. Perhaps for Snape, potion master was his main job, and wizard was just a secondary job.

For a person like this, would he carry some potions that could help him fight?

Lupin was deeply annoyed. His preparations were not sufficient. He hurriedly used his hidden door key to take Mike out, causing Mike, an outstanding young man, to be implicated by them. Now his life or death was unknown.

When he thought of Mike, Lupin's eyes flashed with a trace of determination.

He still had one last trump card to play, which was to use the Confusion Charm to make himself think that the sun in the sky was a full moon, thus turning into a werewolf.

Although he would become an irrational beast after the transformation, and although the werewolf was just a weak wild dog in front of a powerful wizard, he could only fight to the death.

However, before he could pick up the wand, Snape attacked again.

"Hanging upside down!"

The spell took effect quickly, and Black and Lupin were pulled up by a huge force and hung upside down in the air.

"Hahaha! You have come to this day too!"

Snape laughed wantonly. He felt that today was the happiest day of his life in more than ten years. The guy who had humiliated and laughed at him was beaten up by him in the same way today. This made him feel very happy and his thoughts were clear. He even felt that his magic power, which had not been used for a long time, had improved a little.

However, just as he was laughing wantonly at Black and Lupin who were still struggling while hanging upside down in the air, a weak voice suddenly came from the bushes not far away.

"Hey, stop laughing, if you delay any longer, I will bleed to death. Come over and recite the counter-spell for me."

Hearing this, the smile on Snape's face froze. He turned around and came to Mike again, looking down at Mike with a cold face.

"How did you learn the Sharpshooter?"

Snape said word by word, his voice was as cold as ice in winter, anyone who heard it could feel his anger at the moment. However, Michael seemed not to have heard it, and continued to speak while pressing his wound with both hands:

"Sorry to disturb your interest, Half-Blood Prince. But I think you should recite the counter-curse for me first, I'm very cold now, I think it's because of blood loss..."

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

Michael's mouth was sealed instantly, Snape quickly turned back and glanced at Black and Lupin who were hung not far away, and saw that they didn't seem to hear what Michael said just now, so he was slightly relieved.

Now he was able to confirm that his missing junior high school textbook must have been stolen by Michael, otherwise he would not have known his junior high school title.

Thinking of the consequences that would happen if his junior high school past was spread out, Snape couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, he really wanted to give Michael a killing curse, but the remaining reason reminded him again and again that he couldn't do this.

If Michael died here today, not to mention whether Flitwick and the others would let him go, even Dumbledore, the old thief, would not let him go for killing his student.

Thinking of this, Snape squatted down with an ugly face, and his wand floated in the air against the cut on Michael's chest and began to slide slowly, while muttering unclear spells.

As Snape moved, Michael's wound began to heal visibly, and soon returned to its original state.

Michael reached out his hand through the torn robe and touched his chest, which had recovered as before. After confirming that the wound had healed, he slowly sat up and sighed deeply.

Just now he wanted to take advantage of Snape's help to recover and secretly learn the counter-curse of the God of Swords, but unfortunately, Snape was too cunning and the details of the spell he recited were not audible at all.

Sorry everyone, my elders are sick and hospitalized, and I have been accompanying them in the hospital all day today. The environment in the hospital is really not suitable for typing, and I am a little anxious inside, so I have no mood to type at all. This chapter was hard-coded on my mobile phone, so today there are only 2,000 words. I am really sorry everyone.