Chapter 398 A New Nightmare

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

Then, a ball of fire exploded from it.

However, the fire did not spread everywhere like a normal explosion, but seemed to be controlled and spread along the puppet's body, and finally spelled out two words on the puppet, good luck.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise, even the officials of the Wizard Examination Department who were in charge of the exam.

The difference was that the students were only surprised by the visual effect of Mike's fireball, but the wizards in charge saw more from it.

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

To be honest, with Mike's spell level, let alone the OWLS exam, he can get excellent results in the newl level exam.

"Not bad, not bad, you are worthy of being Mr. Flitwick's proud disciple." Whitebeard concealed the surprise on his face and pretended to be calm. "Next is the flying spell, let's start."

Nodding, Mike still did not recite the spell or wave the spell, but directly hooked his finger at the parchment and let the parchment fly into his hand.

The students behind Mike all exclaimed in amazement, and Whitebeard and others looked at each other, some of them couldn't believe what happened just now.

Are the young wizards now so powerful? Silent spells and wandless spells are used casually?

Just when everyone was stunned again, Mike spoke.

"Excuse me, can I leave?"

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

Mike saluted them very politely, and then walked 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 spell ability.

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

Mike cherished the days he spent with Professor Flitwick like this very much. You know, Voldemort will be back soon.

It will be difficult for them to continue living like this when that time comes. It was not until

the sun slowly went down that the last candidate came out of the examination room. At this time, there were two more people accompanying Mike and Professor Flitwick. They were Ron and Hermione, because the last candidate to come out was Harry.

"Harry, you..."

Ron, who was still kicking the wall out of boredom, suddenly became energetic when he saw Harry appear, and wanted to speak with a big laugh, but he was stopped by Mike as soon as he spoke.

There was no reason. At this moment, Harry's expression was very gloomy, and it was obvious that he did not do well in the exam.

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

Harry's eyes began to turn red, but he tried hard not to let his tears flow down.

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

Mike shouted loudly, which startled Harry.

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

The quality of this dinner was a little better than that of lunch, but unfortunately, except for Mike and Ron, no one had much appetite.

Harry failed the practical test of Charms in the afternoon, and as for Hermione, she was already reviewing the written test of Transfiguration tomorrow morning.

Mike felt a little speechless about this. In fact, with Hermione's knowledge, she didn't need to be so nervous when facing the Transfiguration test at the owls level.

Shaking his head, Mike said goodbye to the three people after dinner and returned to the dormitory alone.

"Shuke, how is the personnel deployment going?"

Mike muttered to himself while taking off his coat after returning to the dormitory. As soon as he finished speaking, a house elf knelt on one knee in the corner.

"Master, 50 elite wizards have all been mobilized to 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 capabilities and can be put into use."

Listening to Shuke's report, Mike nodded with satisfaction.

Mike knew very well that this war in the Ministry of Magic would definitely break out, and at that time, those ordinary wizards fighting in the environment of the Ministry of Magic would only be cannon fodder to attract firepower. Only the most elite wizards could severely damage the Death Eaters, or even kill or injure Voldemort.

In order to ensure that he could deploy personnel to fight at any time, Mike had already begun to mobilize his men to mobilize elite wizards.

Now that all the 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 any place connected to the Floo Network at any time through the large freight Floo Network in the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory to start fighting.

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

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

There was thick fog in the two-sided mirror, which made Mike unable to see the scene in the mirror clearly, but Mike was not panicked at all. He knew very well that this was a sign that the two-sided mirror was connecting.

Sure enough, after a while, the fog on the mirror slowly dissipated, and a bearded uncle's face appeared in front of Mike.

"Hi! Mike, are you okay?"

Looking at the familiar uncle in the mirror greeting him, Mike was confused.

"You...you are Arthur? How did you get into this state?"

Mike asked uncertainly, and the latter said awkwardly:

"Well, my life has been a bit absurd these days. I have been on a date every day, and my body can't take it. But don't worry, I'll take a hot bath and shave in a while."

"I hope you can temporarily stop your slightly absurd daily life." Mike said seriously, "I still need you to lead the 50 elite wizards to be ready for battle at any time! You have been so absurd as a commander, how do you let your subordinates see you?"

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

Just as Mike was about to continue speaking, his door was knocked.

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

"Mike, no, I just had a nightmare again!"

Harry said panting. At this moment, he was still wearing the nightgown given to him by Mrs. Weasley. His long bangs were all soaked with sweat and drooped weakly on his forehead. He looked very embarrassed.

"We have to inform Dumbledore as soon as possible!"

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

"Yes, we must tell Dumbledore quickly. This time I dreamed that Sirius Black..."

"Don't worry, Harry." Mike interrupted, "You come in first. I can use Legilimency on you later for the details of the dream."

Mike made way and welcomed Harry and the other two in.

Then Mike used Legilimency on Harry without stopping, and in order to ensure that the relevant dream memories can be clearly viewed, Mike used the Legilimency spell at maximum power this time.

As before, Mike invaded Harry's brain almost effortlessly, and as soon as he entered, Mike was surprised to find that he was in the prophecy hall he had seen before, and as last time, Mike could not control his body this time, and could only watch this movie-like memory from the perspective of a spectator.

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

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 him was gray, and he was surrounded by shelves full of goods. He was walking aimlessly among these shelves. However, he didn't know if it was a manifestation of the special nature of dreams. The chairs were all over the place. Mike didn't see the end of the prophecy hall for a long time, as if this space was infinite.

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

It was a dark blue stone wall, and on the floor below the wall, there was a black thing constantly wriggling on the ground, like a wounded animal.

Mike was surprised to find that the body that was now 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 out of his mouth.

"Go get it! Quick, take it down... I can't touch it... Only you can touch it..."

The voice was short and continuous, like a python swallowing its tongue!

Mike's scalp was about to explode, and he almost instantly understood the identity of the body that was providing him with vision - Voldemort!

The black thing on the floor also moved slightly when he heard it, and Mike clearly saw a pale, slender hand stretched out from the bottom of his vision, holding a magic wand and pointing at the shadow.

"Crucia!"

A faint light flashed, and the shadow on the floor burst into a painful scream, and it was only at this moment that Mike realized that the shadow was actually a human, or to be precise, a man!

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 magic wand at the man again, and whispered in a dreamy tone:

"I'm waiting..."

The man on the floor was trembling all over, and he supported his body 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 will never!"

Sirius said firmly with a rough breath.

"You are as strong-willed 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 finished speaking, he saw Black on the ground spitting at him fiercely.

"Pah!"

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

His chin hit the hard floor fiercely, making a muffled sound, and then a stream of blood slowly slid from the corner of Black's mouth.

"Not bad..."

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

However, Black in front of him grinned, revealing his bloody teeth and silently mocking Voldemort.

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

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

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

In order to let Mike see the most accurate memory, Harry had been recalling the nightmare when Mike invaded Harry's brain just now.

And recalling the memory of Black being tortured again was undoubtedly painful for Harry.

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

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

As Mike moved, mist slowly appeared on the two-sided mirror, and then the mist gradually dissipated, revealing Dumbledore's old face with white hair and beard.

"Children, what's up so late?"

"Dumbledore!" x3

Harry and the other two shouted excitedly. Seeing this, Dumbledore also noticed something unusual and cast his gradually serious eyes on Mike.

"I have to go to your place right away. Harry just had another nightmare." Mike said straightforwardly, "I will bring you the specific memory fragments later, but you must immediately confirm the whereabouts of Sirius Black. This is very important."

"Understood, I will arrange someone, see you later."

Dumbledore obviously understood the importance of the matter. He did not ask Mike about the course of events, but instead simply interrupted the connection of the two-way mirror.

Putting away the two-way mirror, Mike said to Harry with a stern face:

"Stay here and don't go anywhere. I will come back to find you later."

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

He also knew very well that he had not yet mastered the brain-blocking spell, and he was not qualified to go to see Dumbledore with Mike, so he nodded decisively.

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

"Please... please bring Blake back! I beg you!"

Looking at the heartbroken Harry, Mike nodded firmly.