Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Professor McGonagall announced the final penalty. Slytherin would be deducted 100 points, and Draco would be locked up for 15 days in Professor McGonagall's office. Mike would be locked up for one day in Professor Flitwick's office.

The confinement period is from after dinner to midnight every day.

This kind of punishment can be said to be very serious, especially for Draco.

He was fined for 15 days in seclusion and even caused Slytherin House to be deducted 100 points. You must know that Slytherin has won the House Cup for several consecutive years in recent years. Draco's actions made Slytherin.

Leitlin has little hope of winning the cup here this year.

Professor Snape had no reaction when he saw Slytherin being deducted points, but Mike was not surprised. As Dumbledore's confidant, Snape must have known that this year's Academy Cup had been assigned to Gryffindor.

Mike was very satisfied with the result. He was only locked up for one day, and he was still in Professor Flitwick's office. This was simply a reward for him. He could ask Professor Flitwick about questions for one night. Thinking about it,

hapiness.

Driven by the various prefects, the crowd that had gathered in the restaurant to watch the excitement dispersed, and Mike and Draco were also taken back by their respective deans.

But the difference is that Draco followed Snape with a look of misfortune on his face, as if he had eaten something disgusting. Mike, on the other hand, walked with his head high and walked half a step behind Flivy.

At this location, many busybodies around him were applauding Mike. Most of these people were Muggle-born or mixed-blood, and they had long been unhappy with those pure-blood nobles.

"I'm sorry, Mike." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike apologetically, "I just promised you."

"It's okay, Professor, I can protect myself. My petrification spell is not a vegetarian." Mike raised the wand in his hand.

"Hahaha." Professor Flitwick was amused by Mike's behavior, "Yes, your petrification spell is indeed the best I have ever seen among freshmen. But when facing this kind of person, I personally still like to use the fire spell.

Forget that you don't know the fire spell yet, it doesn't matter, I can hand it over to you tonight."

Mike was not too happy when he heard this. He had seen records about the Fire Curse in the Ravenclaw library. It was not a difficult spell, nor was it very powerful. A Clear Water Curse could easily extinguish it.

.But he still had to pretend to be happy.

The two of them talked and laughed all the way back to the Ravenclaw lounge. At this time, the news that Mike defeated Malfoy with a petrifying spell in the restaurant had also spread to the ears of these classmates, and they gathered around to ask for the details of the matter.

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After Flitwick and Mike explained to the students for a long time, everyone returned to their original seats and continued reading, and Professor Flitwick also returned to his office.

At this time, a sturdy black boy came forward and said with excitement: "You did a great job! I have long been unhappy with those pure-blooded people, those bloodline discriminators!"

Mike remembered this young man. His name was Franklin Clinton. He was also born as a Muggle. He was the tallest among their batch of freshmen. Mike didn’t understand him joining Ravenclaw. According to his size, Gryffindor was a talented person.

It should be his destination. "Thank you, Franklin. This is what I should do. These pure-blooded garbage should receive the punishment they deserve."

Franklin wasn't surprised that Mike remembered his name; he knew his size would attract a lot of attention to him.

"That's right! I'm determined to be your friend! You will definitely call me next time something like this happens again, and I will beat them to the ground!" Franklin said.

"Of course, we so-called mudbloods have to unite with each other to fight against those blood discrimination." Mike thought this name was very interesting for black Americans, and maybe he could win over him, "Hey, you know what. I saw your first

I felt at first sight that we were destined for each other! We will be friends from now on. If you have any questions, just come to me and I will do my best to help you."

Franklin was so happy. This black guy had not been having a good time in the past few days. Everyone was reluctant to get too close to him because of his size. Mike was the first person willing to be friends with him.

Mike had to talk some more before he dismissed Franklin, who still had more to say. The child was very excited.

After getting rid of Franklin, Mike was going to the kitchen to find something to eat. He got into a fight with Draco just halfway through the meal. Now that it was past the time for food to be served in the restaurant, he had no choice but to go to the kitchen to trouble those elves.

Just as he walked out of the Ravenclaw lounge, he found that the savior trio had been waiting at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge early. When they saw him coming out, Harry and Ron hurried forward.

"You did a great job! Did you see Draco's look? His expression at the end was like eating earwax-flavored Bibi's Beans." Harry and Ron said to each other, "

Yes, Professor Mike explained to us what a mudblood means, he really deserves it!"

Mike dealt with them casually, and he also noticed Hermione in the corner.

Hermione's eyes were still red, and she stood there with her head lowered, holding a paper bag in her arms, looking very aggrieved.

Mike noticed that the paper bag should contain food, and the oil stains had soaked into the surface of the paper bag.

"Hey, Hermione! Did you bring this to me? Thank you so much, I'm hungry." Mike could see that Hermione was a little guilty of being imprisoned, so he said this deliberately.

"I noticed that you didn't seem to have finished your lunch." Hermione handed the paper bag to Mike, "It's all my fault. It's all because of me that you were put in solitary confinement."

Hermione started crying again as she spoke, and Mike hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay Hermione, we are friends, aren't we? Malfoy came for me this time, and it was me who caused you trouble. And in my case

It seems that it is not confinement at all. You must know that Professor Flitwick is an expert in charms, so I would not want to be confined in his office."

"Really? Don't lie to me." Hermione slowly stopped her tears when she heard this. Mike was one of her few friends. The Gryffindor students didn't like her very much and thought she was just a bastard.

The nerd who sticks to the rules.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about it at all. We are friends, right?" Mike was so hungry that he quickly opened the paper bag, "Oh! Sausage and chicken drumsticks! My favorite! Thank you so much.

It's you Hermione."

Hermione heard the sound and once lowered her head to hide her shyness.

Mike didn't pay attention to Hermione's actions. In his opinion, Hermione and Harry and Ron were little brats, and even his son and daughter were even younger.

"My daughter is still sensible." Mike sighed in his heart.

Harry and Ron only cared about how handsome he was in what he had just done in the restaurant. Only Hermione noticed that he had not finished his meal, which reminded him of his daughter in the previous life: Tracy.

There was a time when Trish was such a filial and sensible little girl. Unfortunately, later on, for some unknown reason, she actually wanted to make that kind of film. It was really unfortunate for her family.