Harry Potter Raven's Claw

"Poor child, I've heard about you." Professor Flevy looked at Mike with sympathy. "I promise you that no one in Hogwarts dares to discriminate against your blood."

Mike was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then his eyes turned red.

He immediately realized that what Professor Flevy was talking about in the Burnt Cauldron Bar before, but he didn't expect it to reach the professor's ears so soon. The British wizarding world is really small.

Mike was about to forget about this. He always felt that he was not a person who held grudges and would avenge him on the spot.

But he still has to do it, but fortunately, decades of life experience have given him perfect acting skills.

Flevy was almost broken when he saw Mike's aggrieved appearance. He thought that he was like the child in front of him, because of his fairy bloodline, he was discriminated against by the people around him.

However, he had a very bad temper back then. No matter whoever Fleigh felt that he had offended him, he would take out his wand and invite him to eat a flame.

It was not until he won the duel championship that his temper gradually improved because no one dared to offend him again.

"Oh, poor kid. It's okay, it's okay now." Professor Flevy reached out and stroked Mc's short golden hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flevy. You are the first person to treat me well." Mike said, wiping tears that did not exist.

After another greeting between the two, Mike said goodbye to Professor Flewy.

"Thank you very much, Dean Flevy!" Mike bowed deeply to Flevy, "Can I come and ask you again in the future?"

"Of course, my child, the door of my office will always be open for you. Go quickly, otherwise you will miss lunch." Flewy smiled and nodded at Mike, and seemed to have thought of something. He blinked at Mike in funny way, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge, that will mess up the lounge. You can go to the eighth floor and you should get something."

"Thank you, Dean."

After saying goodbye to Flewy, Mike walked alone on the way to the restaurant. The wave of miserable sales just now was very worth it.

Not only did he get a solution to his weak magic power, but he also got the promise that Flevy would support him.

The most important thing is that Flevy gave him a permission.

The 8th floor is the floor where the house of Responsibility is located. Flevy's last words undoubtedly imply that he can enter the House of Responsibility. In this way, he doesn't have to worry about Dumbledore's suspicion after entering Responsibility.

This is not because Mike is too cautious. According to the original work, Hogwarts Castle itself is a magical item, and the principal himself is likely to have surveillance rights over all facilities in the school.

Just as he was thinking, Mike had already walked into the restaurant.

There were many little wizards eating in the restaurant. Mike casually found a table to sit down. Steamed food immediately appeared in the plate in front of him: beef stewed with potatoes and white bread.

"Mike! What have you been doing these days? We have always wanted to find you."

Mike looked at the voice and saw the three saviors standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so interesting. I have been exploring it these days, although I haven't even explored the Lavenclaw lounge yet." Mike spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and joked.

Hermione obviously disbelief of this and retorted: "I think some people have been busy hooking up with their senior sisters these days!"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense." Mike hurriedly denied.

"You are lying, I see it all in the library. You are with those seniors and kiss me and mine!"

Mike didn't expect Hermione to care about this kind of thing and joked: "Oh? Why do you pay so much attention to me? Do you like me?"

"No! I just happened to be like, you... don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's little face turned red in an instant, and she was about to run away when she acted.

But a boy with platinum hair stopped her.

"Wow! Come and see, Miss Gryffindor's All-in-One and Blonde of Ravenclaw are in good condition!"

"What are you doing? Malfoy!" Harry roared at Draco.

"Get out of here! Is this how your parents educate you to treat a lady? You, a beast without tutors." Mike stood up and stared at Draco and said viciously.

It seemed that this look reminded Draco of the embarrassing scene he was on the train again, and his face turned ashen.

"Lady? Can such big teeth be called lady?" Draco said with saliva splashing, "but she is very compatible with you, Mike. You two dirty mud bands!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. As soon as the protective umbrella was supported, someone came to him to establish his authority.

He took out his wand and pointed at Draco and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Draco was completely worthy. He didn't believe that Muggle Muddy Barbarians like Mike could learn so much magic in these few days. As for him, he is a pure-blooded nobleman and has been learning magic since he was a child.

"Milt! Ba! Seed!" Draco said word by word.

"Everything is petrified!"

A light that was almost invisible to the naked eye hit Draco. Draco's body stiffened, his face still maintained a ferocious expression, and a gray like a stone appeared on his body. This was Mike's petrification spell.

The petrified curse of Mike just now mobilized his emotions, which was not difficult for Mike who had been training for half a year. The effect of this technique of emotional release is also very good.

The power of the spell has obviously become stronger, and there was no petrification spell before such luster, and this is the sign of the petrification spell entering the hall.

Seeing Draco being petrified, everyone around him exclaimed.

"You will be fired! You are not allowed to cast spells in the hall, we should tell the professor!" Hermione's tears came out in an anxious way. The poor child did not understand how vicious the three words "Mibazeng" contained.

Mike didn't care about this. In places like Hogwarts, bloodline discrimination violated political correctness. He cared more about the technique of emotional casting that has a great bonus to spells, which indirectly confirmed his conjecture about the essence of magic: magic is like chakra, a fusion of physical strength and spiritual strength. Therefore, when emotions rise, the casting intensity will increase, and the magic of the little wizard will increase with age.

Besides, he has a backer now.

Sure enough, Professor Flevy arrived at the hall not long after, with his short legs.

"I want to see which little bastard dares to slap me in the face! Ahha! Drake Malfoy! You are so capable, just like your damn father!" Professor Flevy was very angry. He had just made a promise with Mike, but unexpectedly someone slapped him in the face.

As for Mike's release of the petrification curse to Drak, he was selectively ignored, and he would have done more than he would.

"How dare you! How dare you violate the school rules so presumptuously!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived. Professor McGonagall was obviously crazy. He never expected that a new student would dare to violate the school rules within a few days of school start, especially in public.

Snape stood beside McGonagall without saying a word. He was just around the corner and witnessed the whole process. This is also the reason why Drag dared to be so arrogant.

But Drak made a mistake this time.

The three words "Mibazeng" are simply Snape's reverse scales, because of these three words he lost his Lily.

"You two are deducted 50 points each! You are incarcerated for 10 days!" Professor McGonagall made a ruling.

"I protest! I can't listen to your McGonagall this time!" Professor Fleeve obviously couldn't accept this way of handling the big thirty boards. "Little Malfoy actually dared to call Mike a mud breed! He deserves the Sinopec spell!"

When Magga's face changed drastically when he heard the words "Nibazeng".

"Slytherin deducts 100 points, Drake Malfoy is in custody for 15 days, and I will be guarded by myself." Professor McGonagall looked at Drake's hideous face and pursed his lips, "Mac Tangley is closed for one day! He is guarded by Professor Fleeve."