Chapter 484? Anger

Chapter 484 Anger

Capturing Clark alive was something Mike had already decided on from the beginning. In his original vision, no matter who was behind Clark, sending Clark to assassinate him was a bad move, because in this magical world Here, as long as Mike can capture Clark alive, he will know everything in his mind, so the only thing Mike needs to worry about is that Clark will directly commit suicide.

Fortunately, Clark is not a dead soldier trained by the other party. When facing death, he will still do stupid things out of fear.

Some people may think that Clark's behavior is unreasonable, but in fact it is all within reason.

After all, when facing death, it is difficult for people without professional training to resist the body's instinctive desire to survive.

This is the case for Clark. He may simply want to continue living, or he may feel that Mike is too young and will not be too decisive in doing things, so he will give him a way out.

It's a pity that Mike is not a normal young man, and he never intends to let Clark go.

Since then, Clark has become the demented person he is now.

It has to be said that Veritaserum and Legilimency are a very effective combination. The former can prevent the drinker from telling lies and at the same time make the drinker extremely trance-like, which in turn makes the latter more capable. It easily invades the drinker's brain and flips through the drinker's memory as easily as flipping through a magazine.

If there is any flaw with this combination, it is that the drinker is bound to become an idiot, with no cure.

However, this is obviously not within Mike's consideration. Mike just wants to know what is in the other party's seamless stretch bag to produce such a mask.

But unfortunately, nothing ever came of it.

This was not because the Veritaserum and Legilimency spells had failed, but because someone had already prepared them in Clark's mind.

Clark's memory is missing. Not only does it not contain the memory of who asked him to assassinate Mike, but his memory from grade 6 to grade 7 is completely chaotic. Someone cut this memory at will and changed the original paragraph. What should have been a complete memory turned into a mess.

This situation was the only one Mike had ever seen in his life. He even suspected that Clark must have received special training. Otherwise, if a normal person's memory was processed in this way, that person would have gone crazy.

With this in mind, Mike reached out his hand and rubbed the eagle mask vigorously.

Brothers George and Fred, who were in the same room as Mike, finally noticed something was wrong with Mike at this moment. They looked at each other, then closed their mouths and sat quietly aside.

Mike was in a very bad mood at first glance, and they didn't want to get into trouble with each other at this time.

But Clark, who was already unconscious, didn't want to do this. At this time, he seemed to be very interested in the dripping saliva and began to blow bubbles with his saliva.

"Boo boo..."

This strange sound echoed in the silent room, and both George and Fred showed gloating smiles.

Even a calm person would be a little irritated after hearing this voice, let alone Mike who was angry.

Sure enough, the movements of Mike's hands stopped. He looked at Clark who was playing with his saliva with an expressionless face, and slowly stood up.

Mike's movements caught Clark's attention, and the expression on his face suddenly became frightened. He muttered unintelligible sounds in his mouth, and he looked very afraid of Mike.

This is not surprising, what Mike did to Clark in the past few hours made him remember him deeply, and he could not forget it even if he became stupid.

But Mike was unmoved. He was ready to make one last attempt. Clark's current condition no longer required the use of Veritaserum.

So he took out his wand and pointed it at Clark.

"Legilimency."

"Bang!"

After a soft sound, the scene in front of Mike changed drastically. Countless white lights flashed in front of his eyes, mixed with some inexplicable pictures.

Without exception, these scenes are all memories of Clark's life at Hogwarts.

It can be seen that Clark should be very lively at Hogwarts.

Because now his brain has almost collapsed after being tortured by Veritaserum and Legilimency for a long time, and most of his memories have become blank. The flashing white lights that Mike saw at the beginning were Those memories that have disappeared, and those that still remain in Clark's mind, are almost all the other party's most precious memories.

Clark's brain might collapse at any time, so Mike didn't waste time and began to quickly look through Clark's remaining memories.

And as he looked through it, those precious memories slowly turned into blanks.

This was a very cruel thing, but Mike did it without any hesitation, and he didn't even frown.

After all, you were the one who came to kill me first, so no matter what method I use to kill you, it is reasonable, right?

What's more, there is no pain at all in the death method of brain collapse, because Clark was actually dead when his brain was invaded for the first time.

With this in mind, Mike continued to flip through Clark's remaining memories.

However, when the smile of a beautiful black-haired woman slowly turned into meaningless white light, Mike stopped what he was doing.

He looked around, and there was nothing all around him. Clark's brain had collapsed, and all the memories in it had been destroyed. And Mike, he didn't find any meaningful information in the end. Those hiding behind Clark handled it very well. clean.

Sighing, Mike prepared to withdraw from Clark's brain.

But at this moment, the scene in front of Mike changed. The endless white light gradually faded and eventually turned into darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes were looking at Mike, their eyes full of malice.

Mike's eyes flashed. He has not exited Clark's brain yet. In other words, this memory should be the deepest memory buried in Clark's brain. Mike guessed that this should be because the people behind the scenes did not do their job well. , resulting in memory fragments remaining.

However, this memory fragment has also been severely damaged, so except for the pair of eyes that impressed Clark the most, the person in the distance and everything around him turned into darkness.

Just as Mike was guessing, a mask was thrown in front of Mike from the darkness.

It was a black eagle-head mask, exactly the same as the one found in Clark's bag!

Immediately afterwards, a vague voice that could not distinguish between male and female came from the darkness.

"Hello, Mike."

Mike was 200% alert. What happened now was far beyond his expectation, which made him instinctively want to hear what the other party would say.

However, the other party did continue to talk after saying hello, but the words he said were blurred as if the signal was poor.

Until finally, the blood-colored eyes narrowed, looking at Mike with a mocking look and said:

"We will meet again, hehehe."

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound in Mike's head, the darkness around him shattered, and Mike himself was dragged backwards by a huge force...

When Mike opened his eyes again, what he saw was Clark's dull face. Clark's brain was completely broken now, and he couldn't even play with saliva.

Mike punched the wall on the side of Clark's face, and a loud bang resounded throughout the room.

George and Fred were startled, and they immediately jumped up from their chairs to check if Mike was injured, but they stopped just after taking two steps, and at the same time, the expressions on their faces became a little stunned.

Because, the expression on Mike's face at this moment was extremely ferocious, especially those blue eyes, which were flashing with uncontrollable anger!

"You...what's wrong with you?"

George stuttered and asked. He had never seen Mike so angry. As a good friend of Mike, although he was also a little scared of the current Mike, he still asked.

Mike did not answer George immediately. He stared at Clark's dull face. After a while, he waved his hand and threw a ball of fire, burning the opponent to ashes.

Under the light of the fire, Mike's expression became more and more ferocious. In the last moments in Clark's mind, he finally understood everything.

The so-called memory fragments were not work mistakes at all, but were left behind on purpose.

Save it for provoking yourself.

Looking at the blooming fire, a smile appeared on the ferocious face.

"Just wait, just wait, I will find you. By then..."

…

At night, the halls of Hogwarts were brightly lit, and a unique banquet was being held here.

Although the curfew had already passed, the auditorium was crowded at this time. A large number of students gathered here. They laughed wantonly and enjoyed the delicacies prepared by the house elves who worked overtime. Some boys even drank juice instead of wine. , and from time to time he drank it all with laughter, so bold and generous.

No wonder they were so happy, because this banquet was originally a celebration banquet for the Los Santos Security Company, and most of the people attending the banquet were intern employees recruited by the Los Santos Company.

Although they had done nothing to help capture the assassin before, the assassin had been captured anyway, and now was the time for them to enjoy the fruits of victory.

As Mike's friends, Harry, Ron and Hermione naturally received the invitation. At this moment, the three of them were sitting in their usual seats in the auditorium.

Harry and Ron were feasting, even with their hands and faces covered with food. This was normal, the house elves had once again sanctioned their dinner and they were now hungry.

But something was wrong with Hermione next to them. Her brows were furrowed and her expression was tangled, looking very anxious.

It was obviously uncomfortable to have such a person sitting aside while eating. Harry wiped his mouth and said to Hermione helplessly:

"Hermione, what happened to you?"

"Yes, eat some quickly, otherwise you will be hungry again at night."

Ron echoed, though his voice was a little slurred because his mouth was full of roast chicken and potatoes.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them. Now she saw that both of them were a little angry, but she finally said:

"I'm waiting for Mike. I need to persuade him again before he does something wrong."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.

"What would Mike... do wrong?"

"Didn't he catch the assassin?" Hermione said hurriedly, "Then how do you think he will deal with the assassin?"

Ron struggled to swallow all the food in his mouth, and then replied casually:

"Do you even need to think about it? You must torture him first, and then... uh... kill him?"

"That's right! I think so too!" Hermione stood up excitedly, "But this is lynching, which is wrong. He should hand over the assassin to the Ministry of Magic and let the law judge him!"

As soon as these words came out, both Harry and Ron's expressions were a little dull.

And it wasn't just them, Hermione spoke loudly, and other people around her also heard her, and now they looked at Harry and others with unkind eyes.

"But," Ron picked up another fried chicken leg and took a bite, "Azkaban has been abandoned, where can the Ministry of Magic keep the assassin? Shouldn't he be executed on the spot by then?"

"That's different!"

"What's the difference? Isn't it all death? And since he dared to assassinate Mike, wouldn't it be normal for Mike to kill him instead?"

Hermione opened her mouth wide and waited angrily for Ron. She felt that there was really a big problem with Ron's outlook on life now!

Just imagine, if everyone in this society is like Mike, despising the law and using lynching, then the authority of the law will be gone. Once the law loses its authority, then this society will be finished!

Hermione stretched out her finger and pointed at Ron tremblingly, making her tremble with anger.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron helplessly. The two of them were always like this. They would get into fights for no reason, and he would always have to mediate.

Sighing, although he was very tired, Harry still stood up and acted as peacemaker as usual.

At the same time, Slughorn was shaking the goblet in his hand, taking a sip of the red wine from time to time.

He was the only adult at the party who could drink, and the only professor.

In fact, the reason why this banquet could be held was entirely due to Slughorn.

It was he who persuaded Dumbledore against all odds, otherwise these students alone wanted to hold a banquet late at night?

wishful thinking!

As the main contributor to this banquet and the founder of the Slug Club, Slughorn undoubtedly attracted the attention of countless people.

At this moment, he was surrounded by people. These people gathered around him and kept saying compliments.

But Slughorn showed some lack of interest. He knew very well that these people wanted to get more from him by flattering him, but he really had no interest in these mediocre people.

The reason why he helped organize this banquet was entirely for Mike, but Mike never showed up.

With this in mind, he turned his attention to the entrance of the auditorium. He had done this no less than twenty times in the past half hour.