Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

What is it like to be thrown into confinement in a small dark room?

Mike had thought about this question and asked many people, but the answers he got were despair, pain, and warnings not to try.

Mike is a smart man, a smart man who knows how important it is to listen to other people's advice, so he did not directly shut himself into a small dark room to experience that feeling like his best friend Trevor in his previous life.

Especially after seeing Trevor's miserable state when he came out of the small dark room, he put this incident on his blacklist in life.

But even though Mike had imagined that feeling in the most terrifying way, when he was actually in the dark room, he realized how naive his original imagination was.

It's no wonder that after Trevor came out, he strongly suggested that he try it too. People who haven't experienced it personally won't understand the feeling.

Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips.

It had been a long, long time since he woke up for the first time. It might have been a day, or a week. In short, Mike didn't know exactly how many days, because it was pitch black here and there was no time reference at all.

But during this time, his body and mind were severely damaged.

At the beginning, he just felt very bored. After all, he couldn't move here, couldn't see anything, couldn't sense the flow of time, and all he could hear was his own heartbeat and breathing.

But soon, this feeling of being almost completely deprived of vision made Mike instinctively irritated.

He started struggling, yelling, and cursing!

But no matter how hard he tried, the environment he was in still didn't change at all. It was always darkness and deathly silence!

The most important thing is that my inner irritability has not weakened at all because of these venting behaviors.

It wasn't until this moment that Mike realized that he was doing absolutely nothing.

So he began to try to make himself fall asleep. This was a very natural idea. After all, time would pass faster when he fell asleep.

But unfortunately, being in a silent environment for a long time made Mike's hearing become particularly acute. The originally gentle heartbeat gradually became as loud as thunder, and the rapid breathing became as harsh as the roar of the wind!

Under this huge noise, although he was very sleepy, he just couldn't sleep!

Under this horrific torture, the fire of resentment in Mike's heart was growing. He hated everything, and imagined in his mind that Dumbledore would be cut into pieces to kill the painful time.

The dry magic power in his body was running wildly under the influence of this extreme emotion. It actually broke through the limit and forcibly recovered a little.

Unfortunately, this little magic power is still too little.

Under the forcible suppression of unknown energy from the outside world, Mike still couldn't release any magic.

And perhaps it was because Mike's hatred was too strong, or simply because he had been deprived of vision for a long time. In short, at some point, Dumbledore actually appeared in front of Mike.

He was floating in front of Mike, looking at Mike quietly. His eyes were as calm as water, and his expression was kind, but in Mike's eyes, he was so ugly that Mike's body couldn't help but began to lean forward, with his mouth wide open. I want to bite the other person's body hard!

Oddly enough, there wasn't much distance between them, but no matter how hard Mike tried he could never reach him.

In fact, Mike knew very well that this was completely his hallucination.

Maybe he really is crazy.

However, just when Mike was almost completely going crazy, a flash of white light came from directly in front of Mike.

It was like a sharp sword, ruthlessly tearing through the darkness and the illusory Dumbledore floating in front of Mike's eyes, shining straight on Mike's face.

Mike's eyes, which had been in darkness for a long time, couldn't adapt to the sudden light. He instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but Mike forcibly suppressed this instinct and stared greedily into a pair of bloodshot eyes. Look at the light in front of you.

this! This is the only change that has occurred in his world for so long!

So even though his pupils had long shrunk to a small dot, and even though his eyes were stinging and crying under the stimulation of the bright light, and he couldn't see at all, he still refused to close them. Close your eyes!

I don't know how long it took, but Mike's eyes finally adapted to the bright light.

The dazzling white light in front of his eyes began to gradually dim, and the surrounding scenes began to slowly come into view.

Mike finally saw the prison where he had been imprisoned for who knows how long!

This is a huge sealed space. The walls and ceiling at the edge are connected, showing a perfect snow-white semicircle, as if someone has turned a huge white porcelain bowl upside down.

But underneath the entire space is not a snow-white substance like a wall, but a whole bottomless pool.

It's not accurate to say it's a pool. Strictly speaking, it should be considered a mercury pool, because the liquid is shining with a metallic luster. If it hadn't been for the slow flow, Mike would have thought it was a large smooth metal plate. .

As for Mike himself, he was tied to a huge silver-white cross floating above the mercury pool.

Mike looked at all this with a dull expression, his blood-red eyes filled with disbelief.

He knows this place.

This...is the 'Dead Sea Prison'!

The so-called Dead Sea naturally refers to the large area of ​​slowly flowing mercury-like liquid below Mike.

It is an extremely mysterious liquid. It is extremely dense and does not have buoyancy in any sense. Any creature that sinks into it will drown in despair, and it can evaporate a poisonous liquid like mercury. steam.

But unlike mercury steam, the function of this Dead Sea steam is to suppress all energy in living organisms, including magic, physical strength, and mental strength.

This makes it the same as the legendary Dead Lake. No creature, not even birds and wizards, can fly over it.

This mysterious liquid comes from a special secret realm. There is no life or land in that secret realm. There is only an ocean composed entirely of mysterious liquid, so that secret realm is also called the Dead Sea Secret Realm.

Such a secret realm originally had no development value, but its characteristics exactly met some of the needs of the Ministry of Magic, so the liquid inside was taken out, thus creating the Dead Sea prison in front of Mike.

Mike knew about this 'Dead Sea Prison' entirely because there was such a prison in the Magical Congress of the United States, and that prison was famous because it once imprisoned the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald!

He really didn't expect that the place where he would be imprisoned would be such a famous and special prison!

‘So, I am in the United States? ’

Mike couldn't help but think so, but he quickly overturned his thoughts because Dumbledore had no reason to hand himself over to the Magical Congress of the United States.

Just when he was confused, a small opening was suddenly opened on the white outer wall of the cell, and then a person walked out of it and stepped onto the small floating platform at the door.

Mike recognized the person almost instantly, and then the anger that had just been relieved a little bit surged into his heart again. He gritted his teeth and roared:

"Chris Flint!"

"Mike Townley, long time no see."

Chris bent down and saluted Mike, and spoke slowly with an elegant gesture.

At the same time, there was a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, with a strong sense of sarcasm.

But after seeing this smile, Mike calmed down. He looked at Chris up and down, and soon his attention was focused on the robe the other person was wearing.

It was a very exquisite thick robe, a bit like the Hogwarts school uniform robe, but much more delicate. Its surface also exuded a special luster, and you could tell at a glance that it was made of special materials.

The robe is entirely purple, with a fine silver W embroidered on the left chest, but special shield-shaped symbols are sewn with gold thread on the sleeves and collar, which represent the badge of the Ministry of Magic!

Mike had seen this robe before, during the last trial of Harry Potter by the Wizengamot Council. At that time, except for Dumbledore, all the members of the Wizengamot Council were wearing this style. robes, but none of them had those gold threads on their robes, and the only guy at the scene with a gold thread pattern sewn on his body was Fudge, who was the Minister of Magic at the time!

Mike's eyes narrowed into slits. He looked at Chris coldly and said slowly:

"So, you are the Minister of Magic now?"

"Oh? Did you see it? This is really rare. I thought that a Muggle-born wizard like you was not very familiar with this kind of secret symbol."

Chris looked very happy, pointing to the golden pattern on his collar.

But in the face of his words, Mike had no intention of answering.

"Mike, do you know the biggest difference between you and me?" Chris didn't care about Mike's silence, raised his eyebrows and continued, "That is that I know when I will win! To be honest, even without Deng Even if Bullido intervenes, you will definitely lose, because the power I hold in my hands is far beyond your imagination! You have always been like a reckless man without a brain, you can only rush forward without thinking. I know that every move you make is under my control! Sometimes, in order to make your progress go more smoothly, I even have to help you! I am really worried about your IQ!"

Chris let out a long breath, with a look of satisfaction on his face, as if he had been holding these words in his heart for a long time.

"Do you think you've won? You know I'm not dead yet."

Mike's cold voice came slowly, Chris curled his lips, looked at Mike with a sarcastic face and said:

"Don't worry, you'll be dead soon."

After saying that, Chris waved, and the giant cross that tied Mike floated behind him, and followed him out of the prison.

Outside the cell, dozens of Aurors were waiting. As soon as Mike appeared, they all took out their wands and pointed them at the cross.

Chris did not stop. He walked slowly at the front, walked through the long corridor with the tied Mike and the escorting Aurors, got into the magic elevator, and finally Arriving at a place that Mike is quite familiar with - the Magical Trial Hall!

During this period, Mike kept his eyes closed and said nothing, as if he was resting his mind with his eyes closed.

But in fact, Mike was looking for an opportunity to escape. You must know that the magic and mental power in his body had begun to slowly recover as soon as he left the Dead Sea Prison, followed by the return of magic perception.

Unfortunately, the Aurors around him were too vigilant, and Mike never found any chance.

In desperation, Mike had to give up the idea of ​​​​escape halfway and opened his eyes.

They have entered the judgment hall.

Different from the courtroom where Harry Potter was tried last time, the courtroom they were in now was a stepped semicircular structure similar to a university classroom. The long tables of the presiding judge and other judges were located in the entire courtroom. At the lowest point, the remaining rows of seats extending upward along the stairs are public seats.

As for the jury composed entirely of Wizengamot members, it was located on a high platform on the far right side of the trial hall, looking up at everyone present.

The public seats at this moment are all packed. Thanks to Mike's deeds of killing Voldemort, this public trial has attracted much attention. Almost everyone wants to see with their own eyes this man who protected the entire magical world of the country but committed heinous crimes. The crime of the young wizard.

Unfortunately, due to limited seats, not everyone can sit here and watch the public trial up close.

Currently, only a small part of the people sitting in the overcrowded public seats are celebrities who came to watch the trial out of curiosity. The rest of the audience are almost all journalists invited by the Ministry of Magic.

They will record the whole process of the public trial and convert it into text and publish it in tomorrow's newspaper for other people who cannot be there in person to watch.

There is no doubt that the whole courtroom was in a state of shock when Michael appeared bound on the cross.

The reporters stood up in a flash, and the magic cameras they held in their hands kept flashing. Some excited reporters even rushed down to the stands to take a close-up shot of Mike.

Of course, they were eventually forced back by the Aurors.

Compared with them, the celebrities were much quieter. Although they stretched their heads and tried their best to look around, their buttocks were still firmly glued to their seats, maintaining the last bit of elegance.

As the interim manager of the Los Santos Group, Penello is naturally a socialite.

So she also appeared in the stands.

But unlike the others around her who were still trying their best to maintain elegance, she had already stood up at this moment, trembling all over as she looked at the familiar figure being escorted in under the stage!