NABC Chapter 338 Disgusting Curse
Chapter 338 Disgusting Curse
Chapter 338 Disgusting Curse
"Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, and the rest of you, welcome to my humble abode."
Outside the Godric's Hollow Villa, Mike said with a smile on his face.
Besides Dumbledore and Flitwick, the people who came to visit him this time included Black, Moody, and Lupin, whom he had not seen for a long time.
To be honest, this lineup surprised Mike. He didn't quite understand the purpose of their visit.
"You are so polite, Mac." Dumbledore said with a smile, "The environment of Godric's Hollow is quite nice. I have to say you have chosen a good place."
"Hahaha, this is all thanks to Professor Flitwick. Well, let's stop talking about this, and come in." Mike made way, made a gesture of invitation and shouted, "Shuke, prepare some refreshments for the guests."
Led by Mike, everyone filed in, and Shuke had already prepared the refreshments and served them.
"Mike, I'm sorry for not informing you of my visit in advance, but it happened so suddenly that we couldn't take care of it." Sitting on the sofa, Dumbledore said seriously, "I guess you should have known about the Gringotts robbery, right?"
Mike nodded in response, and Dumbledore continued:
"We discussed it a bit and felt that this incident was not done by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but it also reminded me, Mike, because you prevented Voldemort from resurrecting before, you are now in a very dangerous situation. Voldemort and his followers may come to attack you at any time. So I think we should take you to a safer place to spend this summer vacation."
Dumbledore had no intention of wasting time talking to MacDowell and immediately made his purpose clear.
Mike frowned when he heard this.
He instinctively turned his gaze to Flitwick beside him, wanting to seek his teacher's opinion.
Flitwick noticed Mike's gaze and just nodded silently.
Now Mike understood that Dumbledore must have visited Professor Flitwick and obtained his consent before coming here.
At the same time, Mike also understood that Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick actually had good intentions and wanted their safety to be guaranteed.
But there is absolutely no way Mike would agree to this proposal.
Because higher-intensity protection also means higher-intensity surveillance. Once he agrees to Dumbledore's request, he will undoubtedly lose his existing freedom.
This is something Mike absolutely cannot accept.
Having made up his mind, Mike looked at Dumbledore and said:
"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, I cannot accept this proposal. I think I am fully capable of protecting myself."
When Mike said this, everyone present showed a look of surprise, and Moody next to him even said sarcastically:
"Ha! Your kindness has been taken for granted, Dumbledore! Our little brat has his own ideas! Listen to what he says, oh! I think I can totally protect myself (sarcastically)! Hahaha, it's hilarious!"
Moody had a sarcastic look on his face and seemed to want to continue speaking, but was stopped by Dumbledore's gaze.
"Mike, I don't think this is a good idea."
Dumbledore gave earnest advice, and Professor Flitwick beside him echoed:
"That's right, Mike. This is different from an ordinary duel. Voldemort and the Death Eaters will do everything they can to hurt you! Even I can't guarantee your safety! Be obedient and go with Dumbledore and the others, okay?"
"Sorry, I still refuse."
Now everyone present frowned, and Blake was even more angry. He rushed forward and tried to grab Mike's collar.
However, just as his tun left the seat, a strange sound came from his trouser pocket.
"Oh! It must be Harry! He must be missing me!"
Blake said as he reached into his pocket, the scowl on his face instantly turning into a happy smile.
As if wanting to show off the relationship between himself and Harry, Black did not choose to go out to answer the phone. After taking out a small mirror from his pocket, he began to talk directly to the mirror.
"Hey! Harry, what's up? Don't tell me you missed me. I just left..."
Before Black could finish his words, Harry's nervous and anxious voice came from the mirror.
"Black! Something happened! Dementors... Dementors attacked me and Dudley, and I had no choice but to use the Patronus Charm! I originally thought it was no big deal, after all, I really had no choice. But just now, I received a letter from the Ministry of Magic, saying that I... said that I was expelled (crying voice), and they were going to come and confiscate my wand!"
"What did you say? How dare they!"
Blake roared fiercely, and it only took him 0.1 seconds to go from smiling to being furious.
The other people in the living room were also shocked when they heard this.
"Just wait, I'll be back soon!" Black roared, "I want to see which bastard dares to confiscate your wand!"
With that, Blake put away the mirror and turned around to use Apparition.
However, Dumbledore spoke up to stop him.
"Don't worry, Black, we'll go with you." Dumbledore turned and looked at Mike, "Mike, since you don't want to move, we won't force you. But proper protection work still needs to be done. Let's put it this way, Professor Moody is an outstanding retired Auror, he has rich experience in security, I'll let him stay and help you improve the protection measures for the house."
Then, as if he could see that Mike wanted to refuse again, Dumbledore said:
"Don't refuse. These are necessary protective measures and will not affect your daily life."
Seeing this, Mike knew that this was Dumbledore's bottom line, so he nodded and said:
"Okay, Headmaster Dumbledore, thank you very much for your kindness. Also, can I go with you to check on Harry?"
"I'm afraid not, Mike. You're not in a good condition to go out right now. Even if you follow us, you'll most likely get hurt if you're attacked."
Mike nodded, and then Dumbledore and his group rushed to where Harry was.
Moody, the only one left, seemed very unhappy with Dumbledore's decision, but he still chose to stay. "Okay, kid, I'm going to start working, you'd better stay away!"
After saying this viciously, Moody ignored Mike and started inspecting the house on his own.
Moody first scanned the entire house with his magic eye, then began to cast spells on all the doors, windows and floors, and later turned over the furniture in each room.
His actions were very rough, and the whole villa was messed up in the blink of an eye.
But Mike, who had some experience in gunfights, could tell that Moody was not fooling around, and the positions of those furniture should have been strictly calculated, because according to Mike's observation, after these furniture were combined and placed, they actually became shelters.
It took Moody a full hour to finally calm down and say to Mike:
"Your home is full of flaws! It can be seen that this villa was once attached with a large amount of protective magic, but because no one has taken care of it for many years, many of the facilities have become ineffective!
Especially the Anti-Unlocking Spell on the doors and windows (Anti-Aho-Open, a counter-spell specifically used to resist the Unlocking Spell), the Theft-Detecting Spell outside the house (a spell used to monitor the area around the house), and the Immobilization Spell inside the house (also known as the Anti-Disturbance Spell, used to avoid being peeped and eavesdropped on, and can render Muggle cameras and bugs ineffective) have all become completely ineffective, and I had no choice but to reinforce them!
Despite everything I've done, I still don't think you can survive a Death Eater attack, little brat!"
Mike frowned. He was actually quite grateful to Moody, but the words of this old man in front of him were really too harsh, which made him unhappy.
"You still look a little unconvinced, don't you?" Moody saw Mike's expression and nervously approached Mike's face and whispered, "Don't you like me calling you that? Little brat!"
Moody's face looked really irritating up close. Mike took two steps back in disgust and said coldly:
"Please be respectful, Professor Moody (emphasis added)"
"Hahaha! It seems like you're really not convinced. How about I show you something?"
Moody in front of him laughed as if he had suddenly become ill, and even took out his wand.
Seeing this, Mike took out his wand. Now Mike is very confident in his own strength, and he doesn't think Moody is his opponent.
Obviously, Moody thought so too. When he saw Mike took out his wand, Moody's magic eye turned very flexibly, and then his malicious eyes moved away from Mike and placed on Shuke beside him.
Shuke was looking unhappy at this moment. Shuke had always been responsible for the cleaning of Godric's Villa. He knew very well that his master Mike attached great importance to this house, so he regarded the job of cleaning the house as an honor and never allowed other house-elves to interfere.
Now that Moody has made the house a mess, it naturally causes Shuke's dissatisfaction.
Noticing Moody's malicious eyes falling on him, Shuke instinctively wanted to hide behind Mike, but Moody was obviously faster.
"&^$!@!"
As a spell that Mike had never heard of was uttered, a nearly transparent beam of light shot onto Shuke.
The next moment, Shuke let out a shrill scream. Mike was furious when he saw this. Just as he was about to take action, he found that a pile of steaming shit suddenly appeared in Moody's hand!
"fk!"
After cursing loudly and smelling the stench gradually spreading in the air, Mike instinctively covered his mouth and nose, and pointed his wand at Moody.
"Oh! Shuke is dying! Shuke is dying...Huh? Shuke...Shuke seems to be fine."
Shuke's little hands groped back and forth on his body, and after making sure that he was not hurt, he hugged Mike's legs and started crying.
Moody, who was holding the 'Liu Xiang' on the other side, also spoke at this time and said:
"The Intestine Pulling Curse is a spell used to treat gastrointestinal blockage and other gastrointestinal diseases. It can directly take out the contents of the patient's body, thus reducing the patient's pain."
As he spoke, Moody held Shit and moved closer to Mike.
"I've had enough! Get out of this house, you disgusting creature!"
Mike roared, but Moody laughed when he heard it, and then said:
"That's why I say you are a naive little brat! On the surface, the Gut-pulling Curse is just an ordinary medical spell, specially used to treat some minor diseases such as shit and urine, but have you really noticed how it works? You know, it can directly take things out of the human body."
Moody's words reminded Mike of something. He slowly put down his wand and said solemnly, "You mean..."
"Have you figured it out? It seems that your little brain is not entirely filled with mud!" Moody said nervously again, "Yes, the Gut Pulling Curse is actually a spell with extremely amazing lethality. As long as it is slightly modified, such as changing its target from insignificant feces and urine to organs such as the heart and liver, it will become the most powerful assassination spell!"
"In the hands of a true master, even an ordinary medical spell can become a deadly killing curse! And the methods used by those Death Eaters are countless times more bizarre! They are cruel and weird. No matter how you prevent them, they can suddenly jump out at a time when you least expect it and kill you with methods that you cannot understand at all! Hahahaha!"
Moody's neurotic laughter continued, but Mike beside him had fallen into deep thought.
In fact, Moody had discovered the problem he mentioned a long time ago. Compared with mages and wizards, his current fighting style was more like a warrior using magic, straightforward, lacking those mysterious means, and also lacking methods to resist these means.
Mike turned his gaze to the old man in front of him.
As a retired legendary Auror, Moody has spent his entire life fighting against Death Eaters and is obviously very familiar with those strange methods.
If I want to improve my ability in this area, Moody is undoubtedly a very good teacher.
Thinking of this, Mike was ready to ask Moody more questions.
However, before Mike could finish his words, he saw Moody on the other side with a proud look on his face, and continued:
"Solidified thinking is a common problem among you Muggle wizards! The way you use spells is always rigid and lacks imagination! But this can't be entirely blamed on you. After all, your teacher is Flitwick, that idiot with a brain full of muscles! A giant monster head! Guys like to use powerful spells directly, so the students they teach can only be brainless idiots like you!"
"You're calling Professor Flitwick a fool?"
A cold voice with strong murderous intent came out of Mike's mouth. The smile on Moody's face froze. He looked at Mike's expression without any emotion and turned to run away.
However, Mike is faster than him!
With a sharp thrust of the wand in his hand, a magical power so strong that it was almost tangible transformed into a ray of light and shot towards Moody!
(End of this chapter)