Chapter 338 Disgusting Spell

"Principal Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick and the rest, welcome to my humble abode."

Mike said with a smile outside the door of Godric's Hollow Villa.

In addition to Dumbledore and Flitwick, the people who came to visit him this time also included Black, Moody and Lupin, who he hadn't seen for a long time.

To be honest, this lineup surprised Mike. He didn't quite understand the purpose of their visit.

"You are too polite, Mike." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The environment in Godric's Hollow is quite good. I have to say that you chose a good place."

"Hahaha, this is all thanks to Professor Flitwick. Well, don't talk about this, everyone come in quickly." Mike made way, made a gesture of invitation and shouted, "Shuke, prepare some refreshments for the guests."

Everyone entered in a line under the leadership of Mike, and Shuke had prepared the refreshments early and served them up.

"Mike, I'm sorry for not informing you of my visit in advance, but it happened suddenly and we can't take care of so much." Sitting on the sofa, Dumbledore said seriously, "I think you should have known about the Gringotts robbery, right?"

Mike nodded and said yes. Seeing this, Dumbledore continued:

"We discussed it and felt that this incident should not be done by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but it also reminded me. Mike, since you have prevented Voldemort from resurrecting before, you are now in a very dangerous situation. Voldemort and his followers may come to attack you at any time. So I think we should take you to a safer place to spend this summer vacation."

Dumbledore didn't mean to talk nonsense with Mike at all. He made his purpose clear at the beginning.

Hearing this, Mike frowned.

He instinctively cast his eyes to Flitwick on the side, wanting to ask his teacher's opinion.

Flitwick noticed Mike's gaze and just nodded silently.

Now Mike understood that Dumbledore must have visited Professor Flitwick before coming here and obtained his consent.

At the same time, Mike also understood that Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick actually had good intentions and wanted their safety to be guaranteed.

But Mike would never agree to this proposal.

Because higher-intensity protection also means higher-intensity surveillance. Once he agreed to Dumbledore's request, he would undoubtedly lose his current freedom.

This was something Mike could never accept.

Having made up his mind, Mike looked at Dumbledore and said,

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I cannot accept this proposal. I think I can fully protect myself." As

soon as Mike said this, everyone present was surprised. Moody on the side even sarcastically said,

"Ha! Your kindness is taken for granted, Dumbledore! Our little brat has his own ideas! Listen to what he says, oh! I think I can fully protect myself (sarcastic)! Hahaha, it's hilarious!"

Moody had a sarcastic look on his face and seemed to want to continue speaking, but was stopped by Dumbledore's eyes.

"Mike, I don't think this is a good idea."

Dumbledore advised earnestly, and Professor Flitwick on the side also echoed:

"That's right, Mike. This is different from an ordinary duel. Voldemort and the Death Eaters will do everything they can to hurt you! Even I can't guarantee that I can guarantee your safety! Be obedient and go with Dumbledore and the others, okay?"

"Sorry, I still refuse."

Everyone present frowned, and Black was even more angry. He rushed forward and wanted to grab Mike's collar first.

However, just as his tun left his seat, a strange sound came from his trouser pocket.

"Oh! It must be Harry! He must miss me!"

Black said as he reached into his pocket, and the anger on his face turned into a happy smile in an instant.

As if he wanted to show off the relationship between him and Harry, Black did not choose to go out to "answer the phone". After taking out a small mirror from his pocket, he started talking to the mirror directly.

"Hey! Harry, what's wrong? Don't tell me you missed me, I just left..."

Before Black finished speaking, Harry's anxious voice came from the mirror.

"Black! Something happened! Dementors... Dementors attacked me and Dudley, and I had to use the Patronus Charm! I thought it was no big deal, after all, I really had to. But just now, I received a letter from the Ministry of Magic, saying that I... said I was fired (crying voice), and they were going to confiscate my wand!"

"What did you say! How dare they!"

Black roared fiercely, from smiling to furious, it only took him 0.1 seconds.

The other people in the living room were also shocked when they heard it.

"Wait, I'll be back!" Black roared, "I want to see which bastard dares to confiscate your wand!"

As he said that, Black put away the mirror and turned around to use Apparition.

However, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Don't worry, Black, we will go with you." After that, Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Mike, "Mike, since you don't want to move, we won't force you. But proper protection work still needs to be done. Let's put it this way, Professor Moody is an outstanding retired Auror. He has rich experience in security and protection. I will let him stay and help you improve the protection measures of the house."

Then, as if seeing that Mike wanted to refuse again, Dumbledore said:

"Don't refuse, these are necessary protective measures and will definitely not affect your daily life."

Seeing this, Mike also knew that this was Dumbledore's bottom line, so he nodded and said:

"Okay, Principal Dumbledore, thank you very much for your kindness. In addition, can I go with you to see how Harry is doing?"

"I'm afraid not, Mike. Your current condition is not suitable for going out. Even if you follow us, if you encounter an attack, you are likely to be injured."

Mike nodded, and then Dumbledore and his group rushed to where Harry was without stopping.

Moody, the only one left, seemed very unhappy with Dumbledore's decision, but he still chose to stay.

"Okay, kid, I'm going to start working, you'd better stay away!"

Moody said this viciously, and ignored Mike, and began to check the house on his own.

Moody first scanned the entire house with his magic eye, and then began to cast spells on all the doors, windows and floors, and later turned over the furniture in each room.

His movements were very rough, and the whole villa was messed up in the blink of an eye.

But Mike, who had some experience in gunfights, could see that Moody was not messing around, and the positions of those furniture should have been strictly calculated, because according to Mike's observation, after these furniture were combined and placed, they actually became shelters.

It took a whole hour for Moody to finally calm down and said to Mike:

"Your home is full of loopholes! It can be seen that this villa was once attached with a lot of protective magic, but because no one has taken care of it for many years, many facilities have become ineffective!

Especially the anti-unlocking spell on the doors and windows (anti-Alaho Open, a counter-spell specifically used to resist the unlocking spell), the theft-detecting spell on the outside of the house (a spell used to monitor the area around the house), and the immobilization spell inside the house (also known as the anti-disturbance spell, used to avoid being peeped and eavesdropped, which can render Muggle cameras and eavesdropping devices ineffective) have all completely failed. I had no choice but to reinforce it!

Despite all I've done, I still don't think you can survive the attack of the Death Eaters, little brat!"

Mike frowned. He was actually very grateful to Moody, but the words of the old man in front of him were really too aggressive, which made him unhappy.

"You still look a little unconvinced, don't you?" Moody saw Mike's expression, and suddenly approached Mike's face and whispered in a neurotic manner, "Don't you like me calling you that? Little brat!"

Moody's face looked really hot to the eyes. Mike took two steps back with disgust and said coldly:

"Please be more respectful, Professor Moody (emphasized the tone)"

"Hahaha! It seems that you are really unconvinced, then how about I show you?"

Moody in front of him laughed as if he was sick, and even took out his magic wand.

Mike also took out his magic wand. Now Mike is very confident in his own strength. He doesn't think Moody is his opponent.

Obviously, Moody thought so too. Seeing Mike took out his magic wand, Moody's magic eye turned very flexibly, and then his malicious eyes withdrew from Mike and placed on Shuke beside him.

At this time, Shuke was unhappy. Shuke had always been responsible for the cleaning of Godric's Villa. He knew that his master, Mike, valued this house very much, so he regarded the cleaning of this house as an honor and never allowed other house elves to interfere.

Now that Moody had made a mess of the house, Shuke naturally became dissatisfied.

Noticing Moody's malicious eyes falling on him, Shuke instinctively wanted to hide behind Mike, but Moody's movements were obviously faster.

"&^$!@!"

As a spell that Mike had never heard of was recited, a nearly transparent beam of light shot at Shuke.

The next moment, Shuke screamed shrilly, and Mike was furious. Just as he was about to take action, he found that a pile of steaming shit suddenly appeared in Moody's hand!

"Fuck!"

Mike cursed loudly, smelling the stench gradually spreading in the air, and instinctively covered his mouth and nose, while pointing his wand at Moody.

"Oh! Shuke is going to die! Shuke is going to die... Eh? Shuke... Shuke seems to be fine."

Shuke's little hands fumbled back and forth on his body, and after confirming that he was not hurt, he hugged Mike's legs and cried.

Moody, who was holding the 'Liu Xiang' on the opposite side, also spoke at this time, saying:

"The Gut-pulling Curse, a spell used to treat gastrointestinal blockage and other gastrointestinal diseases, can directly take out the things in the patient's body, thereby reducing the patient's pain."

As he said, Moody held the Xiang and leaned towards Mike again.

"I've had enough! Get out of this house, you disgusting guy!"

Mike roared, but Moody laughed when he heard it, and then said:

"That's why I say you are a naive little brat! On the surface, the Gut-Eviscera Curse is just an ordinary medical spell, which is specially used to treat some minor illnesses such as shit and urine, but have you really noticed how it works? You know, it can take objects directly out of the human body."

Moody's words made Mike think of something. He slowly put down his wand and said solemnly: "You mean..."

"Have you thought of it? It seems that your little brain is not full of paste!" Moody said neurotically again, "Yes, the Gut-Eviscera Curse is actually a spell with extremely amazing lethality. With just a slight modification, such as changing its target from insignificant shit and urine to organs such as the heart and liver, it will become the strongest assassination spell!"

"In the hands of a true master, even an ordinary medical spell can become a deadly death curse! And those Death Eaters, their methods are countless times weirder! They are cruel and weird. No matter how you prevent them, they can suddenly jump out at a time when you never expect it and kill you with methods that you can't understand at all! Hahahaha!"

Moody's neurotic laughter continued, while Mike on the side had already fallen into deep thought.

In fact, he had discovered the problem that Moody mentioned a long time ago. Compared with wizards and wizards, his current fighting style is more like a warrior using magic, straightforward, lacking those mysterious methods, and also lacking methods to resist these methods.

Mike cast his eyes on the old man in front of him.

As a retired legendary Auror, Moody has been fighting against Death Eaters all his life, and he obviously knows those weird methods very well.

If he wants to strengthen his ability in this area, Moody is undoubtedly a very good teacher.

Thinking of this, Mike was ready to ask Moody more questions.

However, before Mike finished speaking, he saw Moody on the opposite side with a proud face and continued:

"Solidified thinking is a common problem among you Muggle wizards! The way you use spells is always rigid and lacks imagination! But you can't be blamed entirely, after all, your teacher is Flitwick, that stupid guy with a head full of muscles! A giant monster head! That kind of guy likes to cast straightforward and powerful spells the most, so the students he teaches can only be brainless idiots like you!"

"You said Professor Flitwick is a fool?"

A cold voice with strong murderous intent came out of Mike's mouth. The smile on Moody's face froze. He looked at Mike's expression without any emotion and turned to run away.

However, Mike was faster than him! With

a fierce pointing of the wand in his hand, a magic power that was so strong that it was almost tangible turned into a ray of light and shot towards Moody!