Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike did not speak, frowning and waiting for Dumbledore's answer.

When the latter saw this, he shook his head and said helplessly:

"Although I hate to admit it, I have to say that Voldemort is better than me. We simply can't kill him on the spot."

"Are you kidding me? You are Dumbledore."

"No, I don't, Voldemort is indeed better than me. If I were thirty, I could still beat the current Voldemort, but not now, after all, I am over a hundred years old this year. Mike, in Muggle legends Wizards are supposed to get older and stronger, but they don't. Wizards do live longer than Muggles, but that comes at a price. And that price is magic.

To put it simply, wizards will accumulate a lot of magic power when they are young, but when they are old, the magic power will continue to feed back to the body to maintain the continuity of body functions, but in this way, the magic power of wizards will gradually decline. Dumbledore continued, "Of course, although my magic has waned, the foundation is still there. Although I admit that Voldemort is stronger than me, the gap between the two of us is not big. We belong to a situation where no one can kill anyone, because as long as one of us wants to run, the other has nothing to do.

The only difference is that even if Voldemort is against me, he will still have spare power, and at this time those of you who fight with me will be out of luck. What's more, Voldemort still has some unknown means of saving his life, so let's just forget your plan. "

Dumbledore's long series of speeches made Mike a little disappointed, although when he was reading the original book, Mike was guessing that Dumbledore's strength might be weaker than Voldemort (otherwise Dumbledore would just rush to kill Voldemort), But it still hurts to hear Dumbledore's own confession, because it means that his plan has been half-failed before it even started.

But giving up at will is not Mike's style. After thinking for a while, Mike gritted his teeth and said:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I think our plan still has execution value. You may not know that I still have a wizarding force in my hand that can be used for this operation. As long as you and I join forces, although our strength is not enough Kill Voldemort outright, but at least prevent him from getting the Prophecy Orb!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore had a calm expression on his face, without any surprise that Mike had secretly cultivated an army.

But this is not surprising. Mike can be said to be a new financial aristocrat in the wizarding world of the country. It is very normal to have such a large number of Jin Jialong to cultivate his own power. Almost every rich pure blood Families do it.

But Mike said that he would use this force to deal with Voldemort and his Death Eaters, which made Dumbledore shake his head. The strength of the private army is poor. By analogy, the strength of Mike's troops can be imagined.

"What is the strength of the army you mentioned?"

"Heh, don't worry," Mike smiled when he saw Dumbledore's questioning face, "Although the cutting-edge combat power is relatively small, they are not just trash waiting to die. When it comes to basic skills and coordination The ability is to completely destroy the Order of the Phoenix under you."

A look of surprise flashed across Dumbledore's face, but Mike continued:

"Make a decision now, Headmaster Dumbledore. Although it is basically impossible for us to kill Voldemort this time, it is still easy to kill those Death Eaters! If we kill them all this time. , then no matter how powerful Voldemort is, the process of ruling the country is bound to be slowed down!

What's more, the benefits of our implementation of this plan don't stop there, as long as we fight Voldemort within the Ministry,

So no matter how unwilling Fudge is to believe that Voldemort is back, he can only announce the news to the outside world! And if we win, we can also publicize our victory, which is bound to rekindle the fighting spirit of those who have always feared Voldemort, knowing that even if Voldemort is dead, he is not invincible! "

Mike's last words seemed to have moved Dumbledore, he took two steps forward, crossed the desk and came to Mike.

Since he was facing the moonlight, Mike couldn't see the expression on his face, but felt that Dumbledore must not be calm at this time, because his breathing was much faster than usual.

"I don't agree with you. Even if we kill all the Death Eaters now, with Voldemort's current reputation and strength, it's easy for him to recruit another group of men. Now he's like a magic lamp. Like moths to a flame, it can attract those who have bad thoughts into his arms."

Mike became anxious all of a sudden, and now he even began to wonder if Dumbledore's brain had become confused because he was too old.

But before he could speak, Dumbledore suddenly chuckled twice, and then said:

"But you're right. Our battle can indeed let the world know the news of Voldemort's return, and it can rekindle the fire of hope in their hearts. So, Mike, I agreed to my cooperation request."

"Hehehe, then you'll just follow your plan," Mike said, "and I'll go back to Hogwarts and stare at Harry to see if he'll have some other dreams."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the room with Mike.

Seeing that Dumbledore seemed to be sending him away himself, Mike was a little surprised, but he didn't refuse.

But as the two slowly walked down the stairs, Mike suddenly remembered something.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, the key to a legend is belief and emotion. What does this mean?"

"Oh! This is a rather esoteric question." The corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile, "Maybe you need to find the answer yourself, it would be meaningless if I told you directly!"

After speaking, Dumbledore pushed open the door of the villa and made a gesture of please to Mike.

Mike's teeth tickled with anger and continued to ask.

However, Dumbledore remained motionless and continued to open the door.

Taking a deep breath, Mike strode out of the door, took out his broomstick and prepared to fly out of the villa's Anti-Apparition Charm, but Dumbledore behind him stopped him.

"Wait, don't forget your apology."

Mike took a deep breath, nodded and looked towards the yard behind him.

Compared with before, this garden has been much cleaner, at least the silt deposited on the ground has basically disappeared.

And the house-elf called the little teacup is currently waving the broom in his hand not far away. That broom seems to have some kind of magic power. As long as the little teacup is waved gently, a huge airflow will erupt from it. All the fallen leaves and silt were blown up.

"Little teacup!"

Mike's calling caught his attention, and the little teacup turned to look at Mike, revealing his tearful face at the same time.

Seeing that it was Mike, the little teacup twisted its head again.

Mike smiled lightly and said loudly:

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before, you are a very good house elf!"

The little teacup turned his head again in amazement, but saw that Mike had already disappeared into the night sky on his broomstick.

...

Mike, who returned to Hogwarts after some twists and turns, was surprised to find that Harry, Hermione, and others were still in his dormitory, and Franklin returned to his dormitory very obediently.

It was almost dawn now, and Hermione and Harry were sleeping peacefully in the lounge chairs in front of the fireplace.

In desperation, Mike could only step forward and pat them awake, but when Harry woke up, seeing that it was Mike, he bounced off the reclining chair.

"Mike, what did Dumbledore say?"

"This is not something you should consider, and now it's important to you to go back to sleep!"

It's already getting brighter today. Although Mike doesn't really need sleep in terms of his current mental strength, the lack of sleep and a little bit of anger from Dumbledore caused Mike's tone to be a little bad.

Hearing that, Harry's face also showed anger, he grabbed Mike's arm with a swipe and roared:

"This obviously has a lot to do with me, but why are you all unwilling to tell me? Huh?"

Mike looked at him coldly and did not speak, and Hermione, who was beside him, was also awakened at this time, and hurriedly advised:

"Harry, don't do that."

"You don't have to persuade him, Hermione." Mike said blankly, "Harry, let me be honest with you, I won't tell you everything about Dumbledore right now, it's not for any other reason, but Because your brain has been associated with Voldemort for some reason, it means that he can invade your brain at any time to know the intelligence on our side! This is why Dumbledore must have you learn Occlumency! So I will never tell you anything until you master Occlumency!"

Harry's arm slid down weakly, he panted heavily and looked at Mike blankly.

"Okay, don't say anything, just go back." Mike sighed, "Hermione, take Harry back."

Hermione nodded and reached out to support Harry as he walked out.

And Harry, who was still choking his neck and reluctant to leave, was led out by Hermione like a walking corpse.

...

The next day, the career counseling for the fifth-year students finally ended, which also meant that the entire Hogwarts had finally entered the stage of serious exam preparation.

In two weeks' time, students across Hogwarts will face a final exam about whether they can live comfortably during the holidays.

For fifth- and seventh-grade students, the more important Intermediate Wizarding and Ultimate Wizarding Exams are to be faced.

So in the last two weeks, not only the professors, but the students themselves went into a frenzy of learning.

In this atmosphere, Dolphine's amazingly rejuvenating and powerful refreshing effects make it once again, rightfully, the best-selling item in the whole of Hogwarts.

Originally, in this exam season, the most popular medicine for students should be the 'concentration medicine' that can strengthen the spirit.

It's a pity that the main ingredient of this drug is dragon dung. This kind of cheap psychoactive medicine using dragon dung as the main material is far from the opponent of Dolphin's magic drink in terms of cost performance and functionality.

Of course, in the face of the market invasion of Dolphin's magic drink, many students in the school who specialize in selling concentration drugs to make extra money have had crooked thoughts.

They began to spread rumors everywhere, claiming that Dolphin is indeed a drug with a super refreshing effect, but this effect has side effects. Long-term consumption of Dolphin will accumulate toxins in the body, and this toxin will slow down Slowly destroy the human body and eventually lead to infertility!

When Mike heard the rumor for the first time, he was shocked. He couldn't believe that Hogwarts, a small school of magic, could cultivate such rumor-mongering talents!

It's a pity that their plans ultimately failed, and the most exaggerated thing is that their efforts have had the opposite effect.

The sales of Dolphin's magic drink have soared again!

This is something McWan never expected. He had already prepared for the result of the decline in sales, but now it has unexpectedly reversed!

In the end, Mike could only admit that his classmates were obviously more concerned about the current exam than losing their fertility.

And just as Hogwarts fell into the heat of study, the two wounded returned to Hogwarts together.

"Mike, why haven't they arrived yet?"

Hermione stood in the hall, looking anxiously at the open space outside the castle. Standing with her were Harry and other classmates.

They were all Ron's classmates. After hearing that Ron was about to be discharged from the hospital and returned to school, they spontaneously came to the foyer to wait for Ron's return.

Originally Ron should not have this kind of prestige, but given the previous contributions of George and Fred, everyone is very enthusiastic about it.

As for Umbridge, who came back with Ron, no one came out to greet him except for a very few Slytherins.

It's not surprising Mike at all. Slytherin's leader has always been Chris instead of her Umbridge. Now that Chris isn't here, other people will naturally not.

"Wait a minute," Mike glanced at his pocket watch, "they should be here soon."

As soon as the voice fell, a magic-modified snow-blue bus appeared in the sky. This change immediately attracted everyone's attention, and almost everyone looked up at the sky.

Under everyone's attention, the bus fell to the gate of Hogwarts Castle at a very fast speed, causing a violent airflow.

Slowly, the door of the bus opened, and Umbridge, dressed in a pink fur coat, stepped out of the bus.

After seeing the crowd gathered in the entrance hall, Umbridge was stunned for a moment, and then a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Classmates, thank you..."

Umbridge spread her arms and spoke to everyone enthusiastically, but the smile on her face froze as soon as her words came out.