Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Late at night on July 15, 1991, London.

In a small alley, a blonde boy was confronting a big black dog with a dull fur.

The boy was holding a short metal stick in his right hand, which should have been removed from some mechanical process, and there were burrs on the fracture at the top of the stick.

The boy moved his right foot back and his body bent slightly to fight. Behind him were several huge trash cans, and the garbage pile in the trash cans were still stenched. However, the target of this person and the dog confronted each other was obviously this large pile of garbage.

In the darkness not far from the alley, two figures were observing this scene.

One of the old men with a long white beard whispered: "Mileva, do you think he can scare that dog away?"

"We can't watch the child fight with the dog, he will be injured! Professor!" The tall woman next to her seemed very dissatisfied, pursing her lips tightly, and the wrinkles on her face trembled as she opened and closed her mouth. While speaking, she pulled out her magic wand and acted to move forward.

The white-bearded old man reached out to stop her and said, "Wait."

Meanwhile, inside the alley.

The big black dog seemed to be unable to resist the hunger in his belly, and his big mouth full of sharp teeth and saliva was rushing towards the boy.

On the other side, the boy stared at the rushing shadow, and his slightly bent body suddenly avoided the big black dog's bite to the right. At the same time, he swung the short stick in his hand. The initial speed of the short stick was not fast, but it suddenly accelerated in the middle and turned into a afterimage and smashed towards the big black dog.

The big black dog whimpered and fell to the ground, quickly got up, his tail tightly between his legs, turned around and limped towards the alley, and the stick just now broke its right front leg.

"It seems that our little wheat won." The white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In the alley, Mike didn't seem to be planning to let go of the black dog that the big black dog was trying to seize food with him.

Mike took a few steps and quickly approached the big black dog, holding a short stick in his right hand and smashed it towards the big black dog's waist.

The big black dog was injured in his right front leg, and his movement speed was greatly reduced. With his back to Mike, he was just limping forward.

With a puff!, the big black dog fell to the ground again.

Mike was already sitting on the big black dog, and smashed the big black dog's head with a short stick in his hand.

After a while, Mike gasped and stopped and the big black dog under him had already disappeared. The dog's head was already covered in blood, and a small pool of blood was slowly expanding under him.

After calming down his breath, Mike stood up and held a short stick in one hand and dragged the big black dog into the darkness outside the alley, without even looking at the trash can they just competed for.

Not far away, the two watching the game looked at each other speechlessly. What happened in the short few minutes just now was beyond their expectations.

These two are Arbuth Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, the principal of the Hogwarts School of Magic and the dean of the Hogwarts Gryffindor College, and the professor of Transformation.

Originally, they thought that Mike, a young man who was less than 11 years old, should have been mainly to scare him away or repel him when facing a vicious dog that was tall at his waist, but what they never expected was that Mike actually chose to kill this big black dog, and was preparing to make it their own dinner, depending on the situation.

Professor McGonagall turned his head stiffly and looked at Dumbledore. "After all, he is an orphan who has been wandering for five years. If he were kind-hearted, he might have died long ago. He was still a child, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall's tone had a persuasive meaning. She knew Dumbledore too well, and Mike's actions would undoubtedly arouse Dumbledore's dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, Minerva. I can tell that the child is not bad by nature, let alone us teachers?" Dumbledore did not turn around and continued to look at the darkness where Mike disappeared.

Our Mike obviously did not notice that two wizards had just witnessed what he did, and he was walking on the empty road humming a song.

This time Mike came out to find food. His original goal was the garbage cans in his territory. These European and American countries may have oversupply resources and residents have the habit of wasting food. Thanks to this bad habit, Mike always gains something every day.

This time, Mike's luck was obviously good. A big black dog appeared on his own as Mike's dinner. With a better choice, Mike will naturally not go over the smelly trash cans again. Even if he is a wandering orphan, he is not qualified to think that it is dirty, but it is better to be cleaner. If he is too sloppy, he will easily get sick.

Yes, Mike is an orphan. In theory, he should stay in an orphanage, but Mike knows that not every orphanage is as beautiful as they say. In fact, many orphanages are engaged in disguised human trafficking.

Their clients are all kinds of strange things, and even couples with serious criminal records and do not even have a marriage certificate can successfully adopt their children. Most of them do not meet the adoption conditions, especially in the UK where adoption conditions are extremely harsh.

But as the saying goes, money can make the devil push the grind.

As long as you pay, those cumbersome and strict restrictions will open a window for you. The size of the window depends on how much you pay.

Mike has never been in these orphanages, but he is clear about these things. Everything in this world requires money, and it is not enough to have money to enter a good orphanage.

For street orphans like Mike, no matter how long you have been wandering, even if you only spend a day wandering, your price will drop sharply.

Now only the free welfare orphanage built by the government is willing to take in Mike, and this is only allowed to enter after he was caught by the "Social Welfare Department" and actually "City Appearance Municipal Department" and has gone through formal procedures.

But these orphanages, well, what do you think?

In the words of those municipal departments, it is "You gangsters who steal on the street are only worthy of rotting in such orphanages."

Mike couldn't bear to recall the treatment of orphans in these orphanages, and the most desperate thing is that no one would want to adopt the children in these orphanages. Even if there were, he would definitely not be willing to be kind. After all, everyone in London knew what kind of children were locked in these orphanages.

So in order to avoid being caught by those "hyenas" and thrown into the orphanage, Mike had to stay away from the city and build a shed in a wooded area in the suburbs. And our Mike also named the shed he built with his own hands as the garbage house. This name is very appropriate. This room is indeed built with garbage.

At this time, our Mike was lying on a worn mattress in the garbage house, staring at the wind chimes on the roof.

After staring for 20 minutes, the wind chimes suddenly swayed without wind, making a crisp jingle sound.

Looking at the string of wind chimes, a bright smile appeared on Mike's little face. This was the first time in half a year that he took the initiative to activate his ability to move the wind chimes.

Mike felt that he was a superpower, and whenever he was emotional, he would have supernatural phenomena around him. Sometimes the glass in his hand suddenly cracked, and sometimes a fire suddenly ignited around him.

The seriousness of these supernatural phenomena depends entirely on the intensity of his emotions and is completely uncontrollable. This is also the reason why Mike moved to the woods himself. If this supernatural phenomenon is frequently exposed in front of people, he will definitely be checked by someone. What is waiting for him may be sliced ​​and researched.

Since Mike discovered that his ability was related to his emotional fluctuations, he began to learn to control his emotions. Because he found that if he mastered his emotions, he could control his ability to a certain extent and let his ability be displayed as he wanted.

Obviously, the efforts over the past six months have not been without results.

He successfully activated that ability when he was fighting with the big black dog. At that time, he thought about everything about knocking the dead dog to death. So, his short stick seemed to have some magic attached, and his speed and power became extremely powerful.

"In this way, the next plan will be possible."

The boy's eyes were shining in the dark, and soon there was a slight snoring sound in the hut. The ability to proactively activate twice tonight was too tiring for the thin boy.