Chapter 470: On the verge of collapse

In the early morning, the golden sunlight shone through the attic glass and fell on Dumbledore who was sleeping.

Today is a sunny day, which is rare in Yingguo at this season.

Dumbledore on the bed slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the sunlight outside the window with a confused look, and then closed his eyes again.

He was not going to get up. Since his arm injury, he has become more and more sleepy, but this is not a bad thing. Snape said that this is just a normal reaction caused by the magic in his body suppressing the curse.

But at this moment, the door of the office was knocked. Listening to the fast and powerful knocking, the visitor was obviously not friendly.

"Alas!"

With a long sigh, Dumbledore climbed out of bed with difficulty.

He was still wearing the ridiculous spotted pajamas, but he did not intend to change his clothes, but walked directly to the door.

"Creaky~"

The door opened, and outside the door stood Snape, who looked ferocious, and a group of professors including McGonagall.

The current state of these people is a bit strange. Their hair styles are messy, and their wizard robes are tattered. There is even a faint smell of blood on Snape.

Dumbledore frowned when he smelled this smell. He looked at Snape's trembling right hand and said slowly:

"Is the situation very bad?"

"It can't be worse!" Snape gritted his teeth and said, "There were more than a hundred wizards attacking last night. If it weren't for the protection of the Hogwarts shield, we would never have come back!"

As he spoke, Snape's right hand trembled even more.

The bounty issued by Penelope in the name of Mike was not only for students in Hogwarts, she also posted the same notice in Diagon Alley and even Knockturn Alley.

As a result, everyone went crazy, and countless desperadoes rushed to Hogwarts like crazy. They had only one purpose, which was to break into Hogwarts and find the assassin!

Unfortunately, Hogwarts's defense ability is not jealous. After fighting with Snape and others for a whole night and leaving dozens of corpses, the desperadoes finally retreated.

But they did not go far, but gathered in the forest around Hogwarts.

They knew very well that the reward of 10,000 gold galleons would attract desperadoes like them, so they were just accumulating strength. Once their number reached a peak, they would attack again!

"We must let Mike cancel the reward!"

McGonagall said decisively.

"Alas!" Dumbledore sighed again and turned back to the office. "Come in and talk, don't stand outside."

The three of them walked into the office and sat down, and Dumbledore poured black tea for them one by one.

Snape, who had been thirsty for a night, drank the tea in the cup without thinking, but his right hand holding the teacup was shaking so much that half of the tea in the cup was spilled on his tattered robe.

Dumbledore filled his tea cup for him, frowned and said,

"Are you hurt?"

"It's okay!"

Snape shook his head and drank it all again.

McGonagall, who was beside him, pursed her lips when she heard this.

She knew very well that Snape was lying!

The battle last night was extremely dangerous. The group of desperate people were not a mob. McGonagall recognized that many of these people used tactics and spells that were exclusively used by the striker unit or even the Auror unit, which made their identities self-evident!

McGonagall laughed bitterly.

It was ironic that many of these people might have been taught by them personally, but now they pointed their wands at their former teachers.

But McGonagall didn't blame them, because she knew very well that these people were crazy.

Now that Voldemort was growing stronger, this gj had no hope. The 10,000 gold galleons that Mike offered were life-saving money for them! With the 10,000 gold galleons, they could take their families away from Yingguo and start a new life!

Therefore, those Aurors and strikers showed strength far beyond their own level. Under their desperate attacks, Snape was injured, seriously injured, so seriously that he could not participate in the next wave of battles!

And that is to say, when the next round of attacks comes, Hogwarts will be breached.

The light in Professor McGonagall's eyes became dimmer and dimmer. She was so sad that Hogwarts was about to be breached by its former children.

At this moment, a violent cough came from the side.

McGonagall turned around and saw Snape, who was drinking water, coughing constantly. Large amounts of blood mixed with tea kept gushing out of his mouth!

His internal organs were seriously injured, and the action of drinking water just now stimulated the injury.

"Severus!"

Everyone approached anxiously. Although they didn't like Snape, they were now comrades-in-arms.

Snape waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then took out a cup of emerald green potion from his pocket and drank it all.

After a while, his breathing finally stabilized, and Dumbledore and others beside him also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Last night, his men broke into the Slytherin common room and kidnapped Draco!" Snape said viciously with blood on the corner of his mouth, "That bastard, we must not let him go!"

Everyone present bowed their heads as soon as this was said. As the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff houses, McGonagall and Sprout knew that Hogwarts was in chaos now, and the students were rioting in the castle without restraint.

If it were normal, they could easily suppress these students, but now, they were dragged by the powerful external enemies and had no time to take care of the riots in the school.

"Huh! I know," Dumbledore said with a long sigh of relief, "I'll go talk to Mike in a while."

Everyone present was silent as soon as this was said. They knew the meaning of Dumbledore talking to Mike, which meant that they had to compromise with Mike.

This is undoubtedly a very shameful thing, but this is the only thing they can do now. After all, the situation no longer allows them to care about their face.

For a moment, the office was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Even Snape, who had been clamoring to teach Mike a lesson at the beginning, was silent.

Everyone had their own thoughts and bowed their heads in silence.

I don't know how long it took, but Professor Sprout sighed deeply and said,

"Alas, a good child, how could it become like this!"

Sprout's sigh echoed in the principal's office. I don't know if he was talking about the desperate wizards last night or Mike again.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window. After a while, he slowly said,

"Yes, how could it become like this?"

...

At the same time, in Mike's ward, Professor Flitwick was staring at Mike on the bed with an angry face, while the latter looked at Flitwick with a flattering face.

"Teacher, don't worry, there will be absolutely no trouble outside. I know my limits!"

Mike patted his chest and assured Flitwick.

Flitwick shook his head helplessly when he heard this.

He was pitted by Mike.

Last night, he was originally planning to participate in the Hogwarts defense battle, but Mike played a miserable game, which made Professor Flitwick so anxious that he didn't participate in the battle at all, but stayed with Mike all night.

Now, Dumbledore and even the deans of the other three colleges are probably already resentful of him.

Thinking of this, Flitwick was even more depressed.

If he could, he really wanted to strangle Mike to death, but it was obvious that he couldn't bear to do it. You know, Mike is his most outstanding and most beloved disciple. He would strangle himself rather than Mike.

"Oh! You bastard, I was screwed by you!"

Professor Flitwick patted Mike's forehead lightly, and Mike pretended to be hit hard and wailed.

Seeing this, Professor Flitwick shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth still rose.

At this point, there was no need for him to continue to be angry. No matter what Dumbledore and the others had against him, he would accept it. He would just deal with it as soon as the enemy came!

Seeing that Professor Flitwick had finally calmed down, Mike was also relieved.

He didn't lie. He really did it for Professor Flitwick's

own good by not letting him go to the battle last night. No one knew better than him how thrilling the battle last night was. With the addition of Aurors and strikers, the fighting power of the group of desperadoes was simply too strong. Unless Dumbledore took action himself, the lives of the four deans alone would probably be in danger.

If Professor Flitwick refused to forgive him, he really didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Professor Flitwick was still in the same group with him.

Thinking of this, the smile on Mike's face became brighter.

He was in a really good mood at the moment.

Because his injuries had basically healed.

Now, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands, and due to the excessive use of magic, the magic channels inside the body were forcibly expanded, and Mike's strength has increased dramatically!

According to Mike's preliminary estimate, his magic power has increased by at least 30% compared to before, the power of silent spells has increased by 50%, and the power of wandless spells has doubled.

This increase is extremely terrifying, because Mike's own strength is already at a very high level.

Now Mike is confident that he can fight with people like Dumbledore and Voldemort, let alone Snape.

Of course, it's just two hands. If he really fights with those two monsters, Mike will probably have to run for his life in the third hand.

There is no way to do this, the gap between the ranks of both sides is too large.

As for the changes that happened to Mike, Madam Pomfrey couldn't explain it either, and finally could only classify it as a medical miracle, because it was neither science nor magic.

Even Mike himself was confused. He didn't understand what happened to him at all. He could only guess that the goddess of luck kissed him again. After all, this was not the first time.

Mike looked at his hands with a piercing gaze, hesitating about losing the power of magic. He had been in extreme uneasiness and anxiety for the whole day. This was why Professor Flitwick would rather suspend classes and go to the infirmary to accompany Mike. He also vaguely felt that his students were having a hard time.

But now, the power of magic has returned to Mike's hands again. Feeling the surging magic flowing in his body, Mike even wanted to go out and throw a few fireballs to satisfy his pleasure.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do this now because he had guests waiting.

The door of the ward was opened silently, and Dumbledore walked in alone.

He first pursed his lips and glanced at Flitwick, and then looked at Mike with a complicated expression.

The smile on Professor Flitwick's face froze instantly when Dumbledore glanced at him. He looked at the tall and thin wizard in front of him nervously, and his arms were waving meaninglessly in the air.

"Dumbledore, I..."

"Filius, you don't have to say anything. I know very well that what happened last night is not your fault. But you'd better explain it to Severus and the others, they are very angry."

Dumbledore said without turning his head.

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick's hand, which was waving in the air, fell down. He lowered his head with a tangled expression.

He knew very well that Dumbledore wanted him to leave so that he could talk to Mike alone, but as Mike's teacher, Flitwick really didn't want Mike to face this situation alone.

Gritting his teeth, Flitwick put the pg that he had lifted off the chair back.

Compared with Flitwick's nervousness, Mike's condition was much better.

He just looked at Dumbledore quietly, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mike knew very well that Dumbledore would not embarrass him at this moment.

Pushing the pillow behind him a little higher, Mike said with a smile:

"Principal Dumbledore, why are you here suddenly? Have you caught the assassin who attacked me?"

Dumbledore frowned, and the dry skin on his forehead even formed several deep wrinkles.

"Not yet. I came to you today for other things."

"Oh? That's really a pity." Mike spread his hands and continued, "Fortunately, I had expected this a long time ago, so I spent a huge amount of money to hire many professionals to deal with this matter. I believe that with their abilities, it should only be a matter of time to find the assassin."

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became sharp, his long snow-white beard fluttered without wind, and a vast aura was spreading in the ward.

"Enough!"

Dumbledore said slowly.

His voice was not loud, but it was deafening to Mike, and he frowned in pain.

Almost in an instant, the magic power in Mike's body gushed out crazily as if it was stimulated by something, forming a layer of light blue halo on his body surface, firmly resisting Dumbledore's pressure!