Capturing Clark alive was something that Mike had already decided at the beginning. In his original idea, no matter who the mastermind behind Clark was, he sent Clark to assassinate him was just a move, because in this magical world, as long as Mike could capture Clark alive, he could know everything in his mind, so the only thing Mike had to worry about was that Clark would directly commit suicide.

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

Some people may think that Clark's actions are unreasonable, but in fact, all of this is reasonable.

After all, when facing death, it is difficult for people who have not received professional training to resist the instinctive desire to survive in their bodies.

That's what Clark is. He may simply want to continue living, or he may feel that Mike is too young and will not be too decisive in his work, and will give him a way out.

Unfortunately, Mike is not a young man of normal meaning, and he never intended to let Clark go.

So, Clark became the dementia he is now.

It has to be said that the true spitting agent and the chanting mantra are really a very effective combination. The former can prevent the drinker from telling lies and at the same time make his spirit extremely trance. This makes the latter more conveniently invade the drinker's brain, and read the drinker's memories as easily as a magazine.

If you want to say that this combination has any flaws, it is that the drinker will definitely become an idiot and there is no possibility of healing.

However, this was obviously not within Mike's consideration. Mike only wanted to know what would appear in the other party's scarless stretch bag.

But unfortunately, Mike never had any results.

This is not because the true spitting and the chanting of the gods have failed, but because someone has already prepared in Clark's brain.

Clark's memory is missing. Not only does it contain anyone who asked him to assassinate Mike, but even the memory from grades 6 to 7 is completely chaotic. Some people cut this memory at will, turning this memory that should have been a complete one into a mess.

This situation was the only thing that Mike saw in his life. He even suspected that Clark must have undergone special training, otherwise if the memory of a normal person was handled like this, the person would have gone crazy long ago.

Thinking of this, Mike stretched out his hand and rubbed the eagle-headed mask hard.

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

Mike's mood was very bad at first glance, and they didn't want to touch each other's bad temper at this time.

But Clark, who was already confused, would not want to do this. At this time, he seemed to have a strong interest in his dripping saliva and began to blow bubbles with his saliva.

"Bobo..."

The strange sound echoed in the quiet room, and George and Fred both showed gloating smiles.

Even the calm people were a little irritated when they heard this voice, let alone the Mike who was angry.

Sure enough, the movements in Mike's hand stopped. He looked at Clark who was playing with his saliva expressionlessly, and slowly stood up.

Mike's movement attracted Clark's attention. The expression on his face suddenly became frightened, and he muttered an unknown voice in his mouth, looking very afraid of Mike.

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

But Mike was unmoved. He was about to make his last attempt. Clark's current state no longer needed to use real-time spitting agent.

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

"Snatch God and seek thoughts."

"Bang!"

After a light sound, the scene in front of Mike changed drastically, and countless white lights flashed in front of him, and some inexplicable pictures were mixed in between.

These pictures are no exception, all of them are memories of Clark's life in Hogwarts.

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

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

Clark's brain may collapse at any time, so Mike did not waste time and began to quickly look at Clark's remaining memories.

And as he looked through, those precious memories were slowly turning into blank space.

This was a very cruel thing, but Mike did not hesitate at all, and he didn't even frown.

After all, you are going to kill me first, so no matter what method I use to kill it, it is reasonable, right?

What's more, there is no pain in the way of dying with a brain crash, because Clark was actually dead when he was first invaded into the brain.

With such thoughts, Mike continued to flip Clark's only remaining memory.

However, when the smile of a beautiful black-haired woman slowly turned into meaningless white light, Mike stopped the movement in her hand.

He looked around and saw a vast white area around him. Clark's brain had collapsed and all the memories inside had been destroyed. Mike, in the end, found no meaningful information. Those who hid behind Clark handled it very cleanly.

Sighing, Mike was about to withdraw from Clark's brain.

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

In the darkness, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at Mike, and his eyes were filled with malice.

Mike's eyes sterned. He had not withdrawn from 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 well when they were working, resulting in the fragments of memory remaining.

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

And just as Mike was guessing, a mask was thrown from the darkness to Mike.

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

Immediately afterwards, a vague voice that could not distinguish between men and women came out of the darkness.

"Hello, Mike."

Mike raised 200% spirit, and what was happening now was far beyond his expectations, which made him instinctively want to listen to what the other party would say.

However, the other party was still talking after saying hello, but the words said were as blurred as if the signal was bad.

Until the end, the bloody eyes narrowed, and looked at Mike with a sarcastic look and said:

"We will meet again, hehe."

"Bang!"

A muffled sound came from Mike's mind, and the darkness around him was broken, and Mike himself was also pulled back by a huge force...

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

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

George and Fred were startled, and they immediately bounced off the chair to see if Mike was injured, but they had just taken two steps but stopped again, and the expression on their faces became a little surprised.

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

"What's wrong with you?"

George asked stutteringly. He had never seen Mike get so angry. As Mike's friend, although he was also a little scared of Mike now, 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 fireball to burn the opponent to ashes.

Under the reflection of the fire, Mike's expression became more and more ferocious. At the last moment in Clark's brain just now, he finally understood everything.

The so-called memory fragments are not work mistakes at all, but are deliberately left behind.

Stay for provoking oneself.

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

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

...

At night, the auditorium at Hogwarts was brightly lit, and a unique banquet was being held here.

Although the curfew had passed, the auditorium was crowded with people at this time, and a large number of students gathered here. They laughed freely and enjoyed the food made by the house elves working overtime. Some boys even used juice instead of wine, and they would laugh and drink it all in one go from time to time, which was so generous.

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

Although they didn't help with the assassin before, no matter what, the assassin was already surrendered. Now is the time for them to enjoy the fruits of victory.

Harry, Ron and Hermione, as Mike's friends, naturally received the invitation. At this moment, the three of them were sitting in the seats they used to sit in the auditorium.

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

But something was wrong with Hermione beside them. She frowned and her expression was entangled, and she looked very anxious.

It was obviously uncomfortable to have someone like this sitting aside during the meal. Harry wiped his mouth and said to Hermione helplessly:

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

"Yes, eat some soon, or you'll go hungry again at night."

Ron echoed, but his mouth was filled with roasted chicken and potatoes, so his voice was a little vague.

Hermione gave them a blank look. She was a little angry when she saw these two people, but at the end she said:

"I'm waiting for Mike, I need to persuade him again to avoid doing something wrong."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

"What wrong will Mike do...what will he do?"

"Didn't he catch that assassin?" Hermione said hurriedly, "What do you think he will deal with that assassin?"

Ron swallowed all the food in his mouth with difficulty, and then replied casually:

"Does this still need to be thought about? You must ask first, and then...uh...kill it?"

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

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

And not only them, Hermione spoke loudly, and everyone else around him heard it. Now their eyes at Harry and others became unkind.

"But," Ron picked up another fried chicken leg and took a bite. "Azkaban has been abandoned. Where can the Ministry of Magic lock up that assassin? Will he be executed on the spot when the time comes?"

"That's different!"

"What's the difference? Are they all dead? Moreover, since he dares to assassinate Mike, isn't it normal for Mike to kill him?"

Hermione opened her mouth wide and waited for Ron angrily. She felt that Ron's current three views were really having big problems!

Just imagine, if everyone in this society despises the law and uses lynching, the authority of the law will disappear, and once the law loses its authority, the society will be ruined!

Hermione stretched out her finger and pointed at Ron tremblingly. She was so angry that she shivered all over.

Harry looked at Hermione and Ron with a helpless look on his face. The two of them were always like this and would squat for no reason. Before this time, he would always come forward to mediate.

He sighed. Although he was tired, Harry still stood up as a peacemaker as usual.

At the same time, Slughorn was shaking the goblet in his hand, and occasionally taking a sip of zhon's red wine.

He was the only adult who could drink at this banquet and the only professor.

In fact, the reason why this banquet was able to be held was entirely due to Slughornhorn.

He tried his best to convince Dumbledore, otherwise he wanted to hold a banquet late at night just by these students?

wishful thinking!

As the main hero of this banquet and the founder of the Slug Club, Slughorn has undoubtedly attracted countless attention.

At this moment, people were surrounded by him, and these people were lying around him, constantly saying compliments.

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

The reason why he helped hold this banquet was entirely for Mike, but Mike did not show up for a long time.
Chapter completed!