Chapter 281 Muggle Flying Vehicle

"Did you see it just now? Draco Malfoy, that unusual jumping ferret..."

Ron pretended to be funny as he recounted what had just happened in the hall.

It must be admitted that he did inherit the humorous talent of his two brothers. Everyone present was amused by him, even Harry who had just witnessed the whole process.

However, Harry only felt a sudden dizziness in front of his eyes, followed by a wave of pain.

The sudden pain made Harry cover his head. He groped on his forehead and finally found the source of the pain, a lightning-shaped scar.

This scar has been there since he was old enough to understand. He originally thought it was a birthmark, but it was not until he entered Hogwarts that he understood the origin of this scar.

This was caused by the Killing Curse!

On the night when his parents were killed by Voldemort, Voldemort also released the killing curse at him, but the green light left a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and then bounced back, killing Voldemort.

It can be said that this scar is the medal of a warrior!

However, recently, this scar began to hurt for no reason!

"What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Hermione looked at Harry with a worried look on her face, but at this moment Harry was in so much pain that he couldn't speak and could only groan.

The situation here finally attracted Ron's attention. He came over with a group of onlookers and asked worriedly:

"Is it starting again?"

Harry nodded.

"Shall I take you to the infirmary?"

"No, I feel much better."

Harry was pale and panting, and his hair was completely wet with sweat.

The pain came quickly and went away quickly.

But Hermione didn't think so. She grabbed Harry's hand and wanted to drag him to the infirmary, but Harry broke free by force.

"I'm fine!"

"You don't look fine now!"

"He's been to the infirmary a long time ago." Ron said, "But Madam Pomfrey didn't find any problems. She just told him to rest well and not to think too much."

"Have you ever gone to see Dumbledore?" Hermione said, "Dumbledore will definitely be able to cure you. He's the strongest white..."

"Stop talking, Hermione." Harry interrupted Hermione with a frown, "He's done enough for me. I don't want to bother him for such a small matter."

Hermione was about to say something else when a voice suddenly came over.

"Everyone, what are you talking about?"

The three of them looked over and saw that Mike had appeared in the Gryffindor common room.

At the same time, Mike was holding two little boys in each of his hands.

"Um, what are you doing..."

Facing the puzzled looks of the three people, Mike explained:

"It's like this, when I returned to Ravenclaw, I found that our Mr. Hong and..."

Mike had only said half of his words when Zhou Hong, who was grabbed by his left hand by the back of the neck, protested dissatisfiedly:

"My last name is Zhou! First name is Hong!"

"Okay! Our Mr. Hong-Zhou and this little gentleman whose name I don't know have been mixed up with Peeves at some point. They plan to wash the entire Hogwarts with blood with dung bombs, so I took the opportunity to capture them."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and after a while they said:

"This really sounds like something they would do."

"You don't know yet, Mike, the child on your right is Colin, the younger brother of the fanatical photographer. He fell into the Black Lake with the child on your right on the night of the sorting ceremony. Moreover, they took this opportunity to become good friends, and also became the most troublesome existence for Filch in the entire Hogwarts in the past hundred years. My two brothers are not as bad as them."

"Oh! Really?" Mike's expression was a little strange, and he loosened his hands. "Okay, you two, I warn you to be honest. If you make trouble again, I might have to go to Colin and Benjamin to have a good talk."

Hearing this, Colin's brother showed fear, but Zhou Hong was not afraid at all. He rushed out a long distance, made a face at Mike, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's sight. Seeing this,

Colin's brother hurriedly followed.

Mike couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Ron came up and said,

"Mike. Is the Benjamin you just mentioned the brother of Hong Zhou?"

"You can understand it that way."

"Well, actually I've always wanted to ask." Ron looked strange, "Benjamin seems to be a white man, right? Then how come he has an Asian brother?"

"Emm, you need to ask him this question in person." Mike's face choked, and then he changed the subject, "Okay, tell me about you guys, what were you talking about just now?"

"Nothing, we were talking about Malfoy..."

"Harry has a headache!"

Harry was interrupted by Hermione halfway through his words. Harry glared at Hermione angrily. He didn't want Mike to know about this because it made him feel a little embarrassed.

However, Mike's reaction was a little unexpected.

Mike's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy. He lifted Harry's bangs and said,

"When did it start?"

Harry was shocked by Mike's reaction, but he still stammered,

"Uh, summer vacation, the week before the Quidditch World Cup."

Mike fell into deep thought.

Others don't know what caused Harry's headache, but he knows it clearly after reading the original book.

On that night more than ten years ago, Voldemort had a small piece of his soul split by the killing curse and merged into Harry's body due to some accidents.

This gave Harry an excellent magical talent and Parseltongue, but at the same time, it turned Harry into an alternative Horcrux that even Voldemort himself didn't know about!

There is induction between Horcruxes and even the main soul.

Harry received the induction by having a headache.

Harry started to have a headache before the Quidditch World Cup. Combined with the fact that Peter Pettigrew was found dead in Azkaban before the Quidditch World Cup,

it was clear what was going on.

Mike's worst fear had come true. It was

very likely that Peter Pettigrew was not dead, and he had even returned to Voldemort's side and rescued him from the dark forest!

Is this the inertia of the world?

Mike sighed in his heart, but his face was still expressionless. He said to Harry:

"This is not a small problem. Does Black know about it?"

"For the time being, he doesn't know."

"How is that possible? Aren't you already living together?" Mike asked in surprise, "Does he really not care about you?"

"No, he treats me very well!" Harry retorted, "It's just that Dumbledore doesn't allow me to move out of my aunt's house. He said that only if I live with my blood relatives can the ancient protective spell on me continue to work and continue to protect me."

Harry's words were full of strong resentment. Hermione now understood why Harry was unwilling to go to Dumbledore.

"Listen Harry. First of all, you have to understand one thing. It's not shameful to feel unwell. I suggest you talk to Black about this matter, and then go to Dumbledore." Mike grabbed Harry's shoulders and said, "Don't hold a grudge. Dumbledore did nothing wrong in this matter. Black was wrong. He was stupid because of being in prison."

"He's not stupid!"

"Okay, you love your godfather, I understand what you mean!"

Harry blushed.

Mike continued,

"Anyway, you should go to Dumbledore to see a doctor honestly. In exchange, I will find a way to let Black live with you!"

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly grabbed Mike's arm and asked,

"Are you serious?"

"More serious than pearls!"

"Then I'll go now!"

Harry left in a hurry. Seeing this, Hermione and Ron silently gave Mike a thumbs up, and then ran after Harry.

Mike looked at the three people's backs that were getting farther and farther away, and the smile on his face disappeared.

...

In the next two days, the members of the mutual aid association who were scattered all over Hogwarts like spider webs finally brought Mike some useful information.

For example, the observation report on Moody's magic eye.

According to the analysis in this report, Moody's magic eye should not be connected to Moody's neural network.

This can be seen from the fact that the eye movements of his right eye and the eye movements of his left magic eye are completely out of sync.

In other words, the image transmission ability of this magic eye should be carried out through an unknown supernatural way, rather than through the neural network as Mike and others initially thought.

Moreover, after a series of experiments, the magic eye was confirmed to have a series of abilities besides vision, such as breaking invisibility, perspective, 365-degree viewing angle (no blind spot has been found yet, still under trial), etc. However

, the previously speculated ability to see through minds and early warning abilities were confirmed to be non-existent.

Below this report, there is also a list of names of people who have sacrificed for the trial.

One of the Gryffindor boys named Kodak was the worst. In order to test whether the magic eye had the ability of perspective, he put his hand under the desk to secretly hit the Muggle aircraft. Moreover, in order to observe the ability of the magic eye, his eyes were always locked on Moody's face.

This made him look like he was hitting the Muggle aircraft at Moody.

He was naturally discovered by the angry Moody and was put in solitary confinement.

But the worst thing is that now everyone in Hogwarts knows that he likes to hit the Muggle aircraft at Moody's face full of scars, which can scare children to tears.

It can be predicted that Kodak may never find a girlfriend in the remaining student days.

After a three-second silence for Kodak, Mike put away his report and followed the crowd to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

In the past few days, his men had made sufficient contact with Moody on his behalf, and now it was finally his turn.

Compared with the Lupin period, the layout of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom has changed greatly.

The empty space in the center of the classroom that was used for biological displays in the past has been filled with desks and chairs again, and at the same time, the windows of the classroom have been sealed tightly with wooden boards.

This makes the whole classroom look very dim, with a flavor of a potion classroom. If there are a few more corpses of unknown creatures here, it will be even more like it.

Mike and others are not the first group to take this class. The Gryffindor people have already taken Moody's class once before.

According to the feedback from the Gryffindor people afterwards, Moody's teaching style clearly has his own unique style.

In Hermione's original words,

"He actually used the Unforgivable Curse in front of a group of young wizards openly!!"

Two consecutive exclamation marks are enough to prove how strong Hermione's tone was at the time.

Therefore, when the Ravenclaws sat in this classroom, everyone was a little uneasy.

Because no one knew whether Moody would continue to demonstrate the three unforgivable curses like last time.

Of course, there were exceptions among these people.

They were Mike and Victor.

Mike had already learned the three unforgivable curses, so it didn't matter.

Victor was simply excited.

The Masonic library had a complete set of training methods for the three unforgivable curses and some of Mike's personal notes.

This made Victor's learning progress very fast, and now, there was an opportunity to observe others casting unforgivable curses at close range in front of him, how could he not be excited?

In the tense waiting, Moody finally appeared at the door of the classroom.

He was dressed exactly the same as he was at the opening party. His intact blue right eye was looking forward, concentrating on the road, while his magic eye was scanning everyone's body wantonly.

Many girls who knew that the magic eye had the ability to see through things instinctively covered their chests and cast disgusted glances at Moody.

But Moody didn't care.

He came to the podium with his big box, opened his mouth, showing his yellow rotten teeth and smiled:

"It seems that you have heard about the content of today's class."

Hearing this, many students under the podium trembled slightly. The thing they were most worried about finally happened.

"Before coming here, I received a letter from Lupin, which gave some introduction to the knowledge you have currently mastered." Moody was still smiling, and as he smiled, the scar on his face stretched out like a chrysanthemum. "In the past year, you have mastered a lot of knowledge needed to fight against dark magic creatures, but in this world, the most dangerous things are not those disgusting, damn, and dirty creatures! The strongest and most dangerous things in the world are wizards!"

Moody paused, took out a portable hip flask, unscrewed the lid and took a big sip, and then continued:

"I will only teach you for one year. This is what I promised Dumbledore. After this year, I will return to my wonderful retirement life. Therefore, I will not teach you anything else in this year. All I can teach you is how to deal with the most vicious and cunning dark wizards!"