Chapter 486 Trouble is Coming

The peace of Hogwarts lasted until the day before the Christmas holiday.

In the early morning of this day, just as the sky was getting light, a woman in a black dress and a black veil stood in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

Hogwarts is always shrouded in a cold fog in the early morning of winter. This woman looked like she had been waiting in the cold fog for a long time, which caused dense dewdrops to hang on her body, even on the slightly gray black hair.

The dress on the woman was very delicate, but it looked like it was a few years old. The long dress that should have been black had become less black at this time, especially the joints where it was frequently moved had even been worn white, and the tulle on her head was even worse. It had been soaked by the dewdrops and lay limply on the woman's head and face, and the color was also somewhat transparent.

Of course, besides the fact that the woman often wore this dress, it could also be due to improper storage. After all, dresses were originally made as consumables, especially the veil, which would quickly change color even if it was not used. Such

an old dress obviously did not have much heat preservation effect. Although the woman had been trying to control herself, her not-so-strong body was still shivering in the cold fog.

"Crack!"

With a sound like grinding teeth, the gate of Hogwarts Castle was opened.

Filch came out hunched over with an oil lamp in his hand, and Mrs. Norris followed him, curiously looking at the woman standing outside the door.

As soon as she saw Filch, the woman's body trembled a lot less. She raised her head slightly and pointed her nose at Filch.

Filch didn't say much. He curled his lips and made a gesture of invitation, saying,

"Let's go, Mrs. Kent."

After that, Filch walked into the castle without looking back. The woman called Mrs. Kent was obviously frozen, so although she was not satisfied with Filch's attitude, she still followed him into the castle.

The two slowly walked through the entrance hall. At this time, many students who were having breakfast had gathered in the hall. They looked at the strange pair with curiosity on their faces.

Mrs. Kent shook her body instinctively, trying to shake off the dew on her body. These crystal clear little things made her dress, which was not black enough, look even whiter.

Unfortunately, this method did not have any effect except making her already messy hair even messier. Mrs. Kent, who realized this, lowered her head a little sadly - she felt ashamed!

When she lowered her head, Mrs. Kent saw a cat with strange fur sniffing her shoes.

It was a pair of black deerskin ladies' flat shoes, which were also white due to lack of maintenance and age, and now there were many brown mud spots on them.

"Are you also laughing at me?"

Mrs. Kent said in an angry old voice, and then she kicked Mrs. Norris fiercely.

However, Mrs. Norris dodged nimbly, and Mrs. Kent almost fell down.

She was about to continue chasing, but Mrs. Norris had already escaped to Filch's side, looking up and meowing to Filch in words that no one could understand.

Filch comforted Mrs. Norris with dried fish distressedly, and then turned around and said angrily:

"You vicious old witch!"

After that, Filch turned around and continued to move forward, but his speed became extremely fast.

Mrs. Kent was obviously not easy to bully. She opened her mouth to curse, but soon realized that this was Hogwarts. Looking at the students around her, she could only shut her mouth and chase Filch quickly.

Filch was very strong, and underneath his ragged clothes were actually full of solid, bulging muscles.

This was what Myrtle told Mike when he went to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath a few days ago. She also asked Mike to keep it a secret, because it was too embarrassing to peek at Filch taking a bath, and she didn't want to be regarded as a casual girl.

Filch's strong body made him very fast, and Mrs. Kent had to run to barely keep up with him when he walked fast.

Finally, Filch stopped by the monster statue in front of the principal's office. He first recited the password to open the passage, and then looked at Mrs. Kent, who was late and panting.

"Hmph!"

Filch snorted coldly and walked away without looking back.

Mrs. Kent spat at his back, then took out the mirror and began to fix her makeup.

It was a pity that the makeup she had carefully prepared before leaving had already become a mess and could not be repaired, but she was still trying her best to make up for it.

Half an hour later, the stone statue of the monster hiding on the side could not stand it anymore and said helplessly:

"Are you going in or not?"

The sudden voice startled Mrs. Kent and she almost threw the small mirror in her hand.

She hurriedly took back the mirror, smiled awkwardly at the stone statue of the monster, and then raised her head and walked towards the passage with her head held high .

At this moment, in the principal's office, Dumbledore, Snape, Kingsley and Professor Flitwick were sitting in front of a large coffee table that was temporarily set up without saying a word.

Not far away from them, Mike was teasing the phoenix Fawkes on the shelf.

They gathered here today to solve a problem. Clark, the seventh-year prefect of Ravenclaw, was found out by Mike to be an assassin and taken away. This was obviously unacceptable to Dumbledore.

He shared the same view as Hermione. Even if Clark was really an assassin, he should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for judgment, instead of being lynched by Mike.

This is a great blow to his authority. If he is indifferent to this matter, then everyone in Hogwarts will be in danger, because Mike can arbitrarily put false charges on others and execute them.

In order to completely solve this problem, Dumbledore not only invited Kingsley, who represented the Ministry of Magic, but also invited Clark's mother.

Of course, this is just a superficial reason.

In fact, Dumbledore's real purpose is just to knock Mike and let him feel his presence as the headmaster, so as to prevent Mike from going too far.

For this purpose, he secretly arranged someone to protect Mrs. Kent. Otherwise, with Mike's current power, it would be a simple matter for him to make Mrs. Kent disappear silently.

However, his beating seemed to have no effect on Mike.

Dumbledore thought so as he looked at Mike, who was playing with the bird with a normal expression.

At the same time, a trace of doubt rose in his heart. Why did Mike, who had done so many cruel and vicious things, still get the favor of the phoenix?

Mike himself couldn't figure out this question, but he didn't delve into it because it was obviously a good thing.

Mike touched the soft feathers on the top of the phoenix's head and took out a large piece of white fresh water from his pocket and fed it to the phoenix Fox.

He liked this phoenix very much. Its ability was too strong.

"You shouldn't feed it. It's already very fat, and its staple food should be fire. If you do this, it will have indigestion. By the way, how is my great-great-grandson doing recently? Has he married a wife and given birth to a child to continue the glory of the Black family?"

A serious and heavy voice came from Mike's head. Mike didn't even need to look at it to know that it must be the magical portrait of Sirius's great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster.

Faced with his question, Mike had no interest in answering and continued to feed Fox.

"You nasty brat, if I were still the headmaster of Hogwarts, I would definitely put you in detention!" The expression on the face of the headmaster Black in the portrait suddenly became gloating, "But the retribution for your disrespect for the elderly is coming, soon... Hehehe!"

Along with the strange laughter of the Black portrait, the door of the headmaster's office was opened, and Mrs. Kent walked in with her head held high.

For a moment, Dumbledore and others who were originally sitting on the sofa chairs stood up and looked at Mrs. Kent.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kent."

Dumbledore said with a smile, and at the same time, he waved his wand, and a sofa chair appeared next to the empty coffee table.

However, Mrs. Kent did not mean to sit down. She stepped forward and grabbed Dumbledore's robe, choking and said:

"Principal Dumbledore, where is Clark? Where is Clark?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a trace of pity. He had also asked Mike this question, but the other party just smiled.

But this is not important, because based on Dumbledore's understanding of Mike, Clark is most likely dead.

But out of humanitarianism, Dumbledore did not tell Mrs. Kent this, but just said that Clark was missing.

Taking a long breath, Dumbledore's eyes swept over Mrs. Kent's wet dress and still trembling body, and said gently:

"You should sit down first, we can talk slowly."

As he spoke, Dumbledore's wand moved again, and a warm wind blew from Mrs. Kent's footsteps, drying all her clothes.

Mrs. Kent looked at Dumbledore gratefully, then wiped the corners of her red eyes and sat down.

"Let me introduce them to you first," Dumbledore said, "This is Professor Snape, the headmaster of Slytherin. This is Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw. This is Mr. Kingsley from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." As Dumbledore introduced

them, several people in the room greeted Mrs. Kent one after another. Mrs. Kent also lost her previous arrogance and responded respectfully.

Finally, Dumbledore finally turned his eyes to Mike who was standing next to the Phoenix Fawkes.

"As for this one, he is a student of Ravenclaw College, Mike Townley. At the same time... he is the one who took Clark away."

Mrs. Kent looked in the direction Dumbledore pointed, and saw a tall blond boy half leaning on a shelf with a fiery red bird standing on it, looking at her with a smile.

In just a moment, Mrs. Kent's expression became ferocious. She suddenly jumped up from the sofa chair and rushed towards Mike with her skinny arms waving.

"Give me back my son!"

The expressions of Dumbledore, Flitwick and others changed drastically, but Mike had no intention of dodging at all. He flicked his right index finger slightly, and a blue magic light attacked the figure that was rushing over!

A trace of surprise flashed in Mrs. Kent's dark brown eyes. She didn't expect that Mike would dare to attack her in such a place!

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but her speed was too fast and it was too late.

At this critical moment, a white light flashed behind Mrs. Kent, and a hazy white light instantly enveloped her whole body.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound came, and Mrs. Kent squatted on the ground with her buttocks, looking at Mike with horror.

A trace of surprise flashed across Mike's face. Just now, Snape took action.

That cold and bad guy would actually protect an old woman who had nothing to do with him. This was really beyond Mike's expectations.

On the other side, Dumbledore and Kingsley's faces were extremely gloomy. Mike's behavior just now could not be described as bold and reckless. It was completely ignoring them!

Dumbledore instinctively prepared to ask questions, but Professor Flitwick shouted before he could:

"Mike!"

Mike nodded to Professor Flitwick apologetically, and then looked at Mrs. Kent who was sitting on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kent, I just reacted instinctively. To be honest, you shouldn't be so impulsive."

After speaking, Mike hooked his hand again, and then the wooden floor under Mrs. Kent's butt began to take root and sprout to lift Mrs. Kent up. Soon, a chair with green leaves on it appeared.

Mrs. Kent seemed to have not recovered from what happened just now. Hearing this, she stammered:

"Yes... I'm sorry."

Then she looked at Snape, who had just helped her block the attack, and her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something to thank her, but soon she lowered her head with a complicated expression and said nothing.

In fact, no one except her and Snape knew that she and Snape were classmates in the same grade and the same college.

But the relationship between the two of them was not very good, or to put it bluntly, Mrs. Kent could even be considered a school bully, who bullied Snape a lot.

But now, the sloppy snotty guy has become a world-famous potion master, while the bad-tempered and pretentious lady has fallen into disgrace.

Such a huge gap made Mrs. Kent speechless.

Snape, who had given Mrs. Kent a huge shock, still sat quietly on the sofa with an expressionless face, as if he had nothing to do with anything here and he was just a bystander.

In fact, his heart was as calm as his expression. He did not recognize Mrs. Kent at all. She was just an insignificant little character to him and there was no need to remember her. His move just now was just an instinctive act because he had actually been secretly guarding against Mike. It

can be said that Mrs. Kent was completely self-indulgent.