Chapter 466: Terrifying Curse

The magic power in Mike's body is now being frantically mobilized from all parts of his body to flow to his right arm, and finally transformed into a high concentration of pitch-black fire through his right hand.

This is an extremely dangerous operation. After all, the human body does not have the strong mass and magic affinity like a wand. Such a large amount of magic power converted in a short period of time will cause great damage to Mike's arm and even internal organs.

If the luck is worse, it will even affect the casting of spells in the future, which can be said to be killing the chicken to get the eggs.

But facing the crisis at hand, Mike can no longer care about so much.

Judging from the situation of being exposed to the black light before, he must definitely stop the black light from causing further harm to himself, otherwise, he is likely to die!

"Roar!"

As Mike desperately urged the magic power, a large amount of black flames sprayed out from his right hand. The flame temperature was so high that even the surrounding air boiled up.

And under Mike's efforts, the weird and ominous black light finally dimmed and eventually dissipated.

Mike clenched his right fist fiercely. With this action, the black fire finally stopped spraying out, and the magic power in his body also stagnated.

It was not until this time that Mike realized that his entire right arm had completely lost consciousness, and there was not even a trace of pain. This made Mike feel very bad.

And things are far from over. After losing their source, the high-purity black fire ejected by Mike began to look for a new source of energy. They condensed together in mid-air and finally gathered into a giant Western black dragon with a body length of more than 20 meters!

"Roar!"

The black fire dragon spread its wings that covered the sky and roared to the sky. A thick black pillar of fire shot straight into the sky with its roar, as if announcing its birth to the heavens.

Then, it lowered its head and scanned everyone on the Quidditch field with its scarlet greedy eyes, as if it was picking its own food.

Whether it was the players on the field or the audience in the stands, at this moment they all seemed to be scared and stared at the behemoth above their heads with their mouths wide open, forgetting even to run away!

The dragon in the sky seemed to have chosen a satisfactory prey. It opened its big mouth and smiled ferociously, then swooped down towards the west stand!

The people in the stands finally reacted at this moment, and they cried and ran towards the exit.

At the critical moment of life and death, all the courtesy and honor no longer existed. Couples, brothers, sisters...

the classmates who were good friends in the past now exposed the truest side of human nature. They tried their best to pull everyone around them, just to be able to leave the stands that were about to be destroyed as soon as possible.

But it was all in vain. The dragon in the sky was too big. No one in the stands could escape and would become the dragon's food.

Looking at the dragon getting closer and closer, some people finally despaired. They closed their eyes and stopped moving, waiting for the end of their lives.

But one second, two seconds, three seconds...

until ten seconds passed, the expected death did not come. People opened their eyes in confusion and saw that the terrifying dragon was twitching in the air as if it was sick. Groups of magic flames burst out from its body and quickly dissipated in the air.

At this time, on the east side of the stand, Mike was holding his magic wand with his intact left arm and pointing it at the dragon in the sky.

His expression was very ferocious, not at all like his usual calm appearance. Even the hand holding the magic wand was still shaking.

But this was not surprising. In fact, Mike's current condition was very bad. His outburst just now caused very serious damage to his internal organs. Now he was almost fainted from the pain.

And the injury to his right arm was constantly worsening. Now the numbness caused by the strange black light had begun to spread to his torso.

But even so, he was still trying to control the fierce fire dragon in the sky and wanted it to disappear.

Hermione was so anxious that her tears were streaming down her face, but she was powerless in the face of this situation. She could only cry out Mike's name over and over again.

Mike couldn't hear what she was saying at this moment. Now all his energy was focused on destroying the dragon.

With his efforts, the dragon in the sky was shrinking rapidly. Although the dragon struggled desperately, it was all in vain. Under the pressure of Mike's terrifying mental power, the dragon finally disappeared, leaving only a burst of unwilling dragon roar in the air for a long time.

Everyone on the court breathed a sigh of relief, and Mike also put down his wand and relaxed.

As he relaxed, Mike felt dizzy and fell down instinctively.

"Mike! Mike!"

Hermione cried and caught the fallen Mike. She called Mike's name over and over again, but Mike couldn't hear anything.

He only felt that his face was wet, as if someone was spitting saliva on his face.

In the past, Mike would have beaten this person up, but now he didn't have the strength to do so.

Mike used all his strength to whisper:

"Go... take me to find Dumbledore..."

"Okay! Okay! I'll take you to find Dumbledore right now! You must not die!"

Hermione stood up and cried, and began to wave desperately at the Quidditch players in the air.

She knew very well that if she wanted to transfer Mike to the principal's office as quickly as possible, the flying broom was the best choice.

It was a pity that everyone on the court was still immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, and no one noticed Hermione's situation at all.

Seeing this, Hermione was about to despair.

At this moment, a voice full of majesty resounded throughout the Quidditch court.

"Silence!"

Everyone looked closely and saw that Dumbledore, dressed in a white robe, had stood in the center of the court at some point, and next to him, the scarlet phoenix Fawkes was circling, and the phoenix fire was still burning on its wings.

The crowd fell silent for a short time, and then burst into a cheer that was much louder than before!

Everyone was shouting Dumbledore's name, and they all thought that it was Dumbledore who killed the dragon!

At this time, Dumbledore was looking for Mike in the crowd. He knew very well that, except Mike, no one in the whole Hogwarts could release such a terrifying Fiendfyre.

But when he really found Mike, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Because at this moment, only Mike, who had already fainted, and Hermione, who was crying, appeared in front of him.

...

Mike slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, he was still in a hazy state. He looked at the snow-white ceiling in front of him in confusion. For some reason, he felt that the ceiling was inexplicably familiar, especially the black spot in the corner. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

After a while, he recognized where he was - on the bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary.

Mike didn't speak. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, and began to slowly move his body from the knuckles.

The injuries caused by the previous explosion of magic were too severe. At this moment, he only felt that every part of his body was sending severe pain.

After moving his body as a whole, he confirmed his physical condition.

The right arm could not move at all, as if it was fixed by the deck and straps, but there was consciousness, which was good news.

The rest of the body was in good condition. Although it hurt, he was finally able to move, which meant that the situation was not bad.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief and then began to test the magic in his body.

But as soon as he started to use the magic, a heart-wrenching pain came from his body, making Mike groan and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mike, lying on the bed, gasped. He realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his magic, which made him a little anxious.

At this moment, the door of the ward was opened, and Dumbledore walked in with Snape and Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore was stunned when he saw Mike awake on the bed, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey! Mike, you finally woke up!"

Mike didn't have time to waste time with him, and asked directly:

"What's wrong with my magic?"

"Humph!" Snape snorted coldly, "It's useless!"

Mike's heart suddenly tightened when he said this, and his mind went blank.

"Severus! Don't scare the child!" Madam Pomfret glared at Snape, turned her head and said to Mike in a gentle tone, "Don't listen to his nonsense, your magic is fine, it's just that you suddenly burst out of magic before, so you can't use it temporarily."

"Hehe! He should be taught a lesson!" Snape said angrily, "Openly releasing such a powerful Fiery Curse on the Hogwarts campus, almost causing huge casualties among students! I have never seen such a bad student like you in all my years of teaching! In my opinion, the Sorting Hat should have sorted you directly to Azkaban!"

Perhaps he was amused by Snape's last sentence, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, and finally held back in Snape's murderous eyes.

"Ahem! Sorry, Mike, but please forgive Severus, he just has a bad mouth." Dumbledore said to Mike with a smile, "In fact, he still cares about you very much. The curse on your arm is very terrible. Severus didn't sleep for a whole day and night to get rid of it."

"Dumbledore!"

"Okay, okay! I won't say anything more Severus, you can put down your wand, it's very dangerous!"

Looking at Dumbledore and Snape quarreling with each other, Mike's heart was very confused.

Mike didn't care about other things at all now. Not being able to use magic gave him a very strong sense of insecurity, which made him very uncomfortable.

"How long will it take for my magic to recover!?"

Mike asked anxiously.

Hearing this, Dumbledore and Snape both looked at Pomfret, who slowly said,

"Three days, don't worry, Mike, your magic power will be fully restored in three days, and you can use magic normally then. As for the physical injuries, you need to rest for at least a week to recover."

Mike finally breathed a sigh of relief, and Snape said,

"You should be thankful that the goddess of luck favors you. The curse on your right hand is almost spreading to your heart! If that happens, haha, even gods can't save you!"

Mike glanced at Snape indifferently, but he was not angry. He knew that the other party had such a temper, but because of the other party's attitude, Mike really couldn't feel much gratitude towards Snape.

"Thank you very much, Professor Snape."

After thanking Snape indifferently, Mike turned his eyes back to Dumbledore after receiving a cold snort from the other party.

"Principal Dumbledore, can you please call Franklin over for me?"

"Yes, but what do you want to do?"

"I want him to investigate the murderer."

Mike said expressionlessly, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes kept twitching.

If someone familiar with Mike was here at this time, they would understand that Mike was trying hard to suppress his anger at this time.

"I will call him for you. But let us handle the investigation of the murderer." Dumbledore said, "In fact, this is why we came to you this time. Mike, can you tell us about the situation at that time?" Mike

took a deep breath and did not argue with Dumbledore. Instead, he cooperated very well and told Dumbledore in detail about the situation at that time.

At first, Dumbledore could still smile, but he couldn't laugh after hearing what happened later.

This is a very serious incident. Someone actually sent a killer to sneak into Hogwarts to assassinate Mike, which means that Hogwarts is no longer a pure land away from Death Eaters!

"Phew! Mike, don't worry, those murderers will be punished, I promise you!"

Dumbledore left the ward with Snape, apparently to investigate.

Madam Pomfret came to Mike and gave him another full body check. She left only after confirming that Mike's injuries were getting better.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the door closing slightly, Mike was left alone in the ward again.

Mike lay expressionless on the bed. Although he looked very calm, the hostility in his eyes was becoming more and more intense!

This time, he was almost killed, so he was really angry!

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the ward was pushed open again. Franklin ran into the ward panting and threw himself on Mike's bed.

"Mike... Mike! Are you okay? Dumbledore... Dumbledore told me..."

"Franklin, listen to me."

Mike interrupted Franklin's words without hesitation with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the latter swallowed his saliva and looked at Mike cautiously.

For some reason, he always felt that Mike had become extremely scary at this moment.

"Find the murderer for me, do you hear me? Get all the people from the Fraternity, Freemasonry and Ravenclaw to move and bring that guy to me! I will personally cut him into pieces and burn him to ashes bit by bit! Do you hear me?"

Mike said, his voice was steady at first, but then began to tremble, and finally turned into a roar.