Harry Potter Raven's Claw

The poor male student council president was besieged like this for a full half hour. By the time the Gryffindor students received the news and were ready to rescue their student council president, the female student council president had already brought a group of her best friends.

Gone away in a hurry.

The Slytherin students came faster than Gryffindor, and they laughed loudly at the poor male student president. For the Slytherin students, they could see that Gryffindor was unlucky.

It's the happiest thing.

When the Gryffindor students rushed to the scene angrily, what appeared in front of them was a scene like this.

The president of the male student union collapsed alone in the corner, staring at the ceiling blankly, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. The clothes on his body were in a mess, and the collar had long been torn apart. The most egregious thing was that in several places on his

There are still a few dark footprints left in the vital parts, and I don't know which tough senior sister did it.

The Slytherin students once again surrounded the male student council president from Gryffindor with playful smiles, laughing wantonly, and some of the bold ones even stepped forward and poked the male student council president with their fingers.

Student Council President, see if he's dead.

Slytherin's strong presence naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the Gryffindors. The two groups soon started pushing and mingling together, and a fight was about to begin.

Mike and Franklin stood not far away, smiling and watching the excitement. It was interesting to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Gryffindors, the poor student body president was finally saved. Several tall senior students used their size advantages to force their way into the crowd and carry him out.

This time, the Slytherin students were not happy either, and some of the hot-tempered ones even took out their wands.

Mike and Franklin were not the only ones sitting on the mountain to watch the fight. Students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also gathered near Mike at some point. Seeing that an ordinary dispute was about to turn into a magical fight, everyone was worried.

Extremely excited.

However, there was a sudden explosion from the crowd on the opposite side, and as a cloud of blue-grey smoke floated up, the Gryffindor and Slytherin students screamed and ran away.

Mike and others thought that someone had used some powerful magic spell, and they were so excited that they could not help themselves. But the blue-gray smoke soon floated near them, and an extremely stinky smell spread to the entire auditorium.

Big shit bomb.

Mike and Franklin had no choice but to cover their noses and leave this land of right and wrong. They knew with their butts that there was no one other than the Weasley brothers who could use such evil things as dung bombs.

After finally returning to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike and Franklin breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't know how many big dung eggs the Weasley brothers had used. The disgusting stench not only filled the entire auditorium, but even the vicinity of the auditorium.

A large area is polluted.

The two of them were gasping for air when a young man wearing Quidditch protective gear walked towards them. This man Mike knew was Roger Davis, a Ravenclaw sports star and a Ravenclaw.

Captain of Crow's Quidditch team.

"Mike? I've been looking for you for a long time. Dean Flitwick recommended you to our Ravenclaw Quidditch team. It just so happens that today we have an open interview. Let's go." Roger sniffed a few times and said,

"What does this smell like on you? Why is it so smelly?"

Mike understood as soon as he heard that Professor Flitwick did not give him the Nimbus 2001 for nothing. The purpose was to allow him to join the Quidditch school team. He smiled bitterly and did not refuse, and said:

"Okay, I'll use my own broomstick. You should have a broomstick for testing. My friend also wants to take part in the test."

Roger glanced at Franklin next to Mike with some confusion. He didn't know Franklin. In fact, if Professor Flitwick hadn't called him by name, he wouldn't even have known Mike. The Quidditch team had a lot of training, and Roger

As a captain, I have a lot of things to do, so I basically gave up all social interactions.

"Hello, I'm Franklin Clinton." Franklin introduced himself to Roger in a nonchalant manner.

"Okay, let's hurry up. Everyone else is already waiting for us at the stadium." Roger said this and turned around and walked out of the Ravenclaw lounge.

Mike gave Franklin a wry smile and followed him.

Mike actually doesn't like Quidditch at all. This ball game with so many loopholes in its rules is simply more barbaric than American football, and it's no fun to watch.

In many cases, the outcome of Quidditch depends entirely on the personal qualities of the seeker and the quality of the broomstick. The gap in equipment in the top professional leagues is still slightly smaller. Competitions within schools like Hogwarts can be

No more. Just like Harry Potter in the original book, in his third year, he held a professional league-specific Firebolt and competed with the Seekers from other colleges who held Nimbus series or even Sweeping series broomsticks. Harry's

The flying speed is several times faster than others. It would be a shame if he could still lose.

Not to mention that the Quidditch rules also include the rule that batters can hit Bludgers towards opposing players. This has led to a very high probability of injury for Quidditch players. In the history of Hogwarts, there are students who were injured because of Quidditch.

A record of those who lost their lives during the Diqi game.

It is incredible that such a barbaric game is favored by the vast majority of wizards around the world. In Mike's opinion, there is no difference at all from the beast fighting in ancient Rome. They are both bloody and violent.

"Here we are."

Roger's voice interrupted Mike's random thoughts, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

The first few days of each school year are the time when each college's Quidditch team recruits players, so the Quidditch pitch today is very busy.

The usually sparse stands were now packed with people. Not only the old students, but also many freshmen came to the field to watch the excitement. From this, we can see the status of Quidditch in the minds of wizards.

"Listen Mike, since Professor Flitwick is optimistic about you, then I believe in your ability. There is still one starting batsman in the Ravenclaw school team. This is a position specially reserved for you. Wait for you.

Just go up and fly around twice with a little bit of fun." Roger said in a voice that only two people could hear, "As for your friend, it's a pity that he can only be a substitute. We have plenty of substitute players, so you can let him choose as he likes.

Just a location is enough.”

After saying that, Roger gave Mike an OK gesture.

Mike was confused. Has Professor Flitwick already appointed him as a team member?