Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Like the behemoths above the arena, the expressions of Mike and others on the high throne were also different.

Mike and Cedric looked relaxed, especially Mike, who didn't care. And Slytherin's Willie seemed a little nervous, obviously playing against Mike, the legendary genius, gave him a lot of pressure.

Nervous returned to nervousness. Willie, who had been educated by elites since childhood, was still very polite. Seeing Mike looking at him, he nodded and gave Mike a smile.

It's just that this smile is a little stiff.

It's understandable, after all, Mike is only in the second grade, and Willie is already in the seventh grade. If he wins against Mike, it's a matter of course, but if he loses, someone will come out and say he can't even beat a second-year kid, and then it's embarrassing.

The most exaggerated of the four is Gryffindor's Bruno. When he knew that his opponent in the next game was Cedric, he was not well. He sat on the throne and did not move. Even the staff told him You can stand without hearing, a look of despair.

Regardless of what happened to him, Mike and the others greeted each other and returned to their respective academies.

Although he was mentally prepared, Mike was caught off guard by the enthusiasm of the Ravenclaw classmates.

Excited Ravenclaws have long been waiting on the only way to Mike's position, and when they saw Mike's appearance, they swiped around. Listening to everyone congratulating himself every word and every word, Mike only felt that his expression must be very embarrassing.

Just when Mike was at a loss, a group of Quidditch players led by Roger pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. You lifted Mike up with one hand and one foot, and used the same trick to lift Mike back. Ravenclaw.

"Everyone! Stop being stupid here, go back to the lounge, we have already prepared the banquet!" Roger turned back and shouted at the Ravenclaws, "Professor Flitwick is not here tonight, We're not going to get drunk!"

The words "not drunk, not home" have completely stimulated many underage wizards. These wizards usually do not drink alcohol because of the ban on underage drinking. Now they have the opportunity to try the novelty of alcohol. Immediately cheered and ran to the Ravenclaw lounge.

A group of people returned to the Ravenclaw lounge in a mighty way, and as soon as the mic put down the mic, they complained to Roger: "Sheet, can't you change your way? I won't run this time, why do you? Bring me back!"

In the face of Mike's complaints, Roger scratched his head and smiled without speaking, and directly stuffed a glass of butter beer into Mike's arms.

Mike is also not false at all, and he drank it directly. The momentum of this wine to the point of dryness immediately aroused applause.

Smacking his lips, watching the excited crowd Mike shook his head helplessly.

Just kidding, Mike already drank Butterbeer when he started doing the Dolphin magic drink business with the Weasley brothers in first grade. You must know that the Weasley brothers are the biggest 'beating businessman' at Hogwarts, They brought in some alcohol and other contraband from outside the school. The butter beer that Roger and the others prepared today were probably bought from Weasley and the others.

Butterbeer doesn't taste like alcohol, it's a weird taste of sweet and salty, not bad but definitely not good. Although this kind of thing is said to be beer, it is actually an alcoholic beverage, and it is even difficult to say whether there is alcohol in it.

Turning his eyes to other places, he saw that the Ravenclaw lounge had changed a lot at this moment.

The neatly arranged desks had been put together to form several long tables, and the tables were filled with various kinds of food and wine. Needless to say, the food must have been asked by Roger to raise a child. Made by elves, these little wizards can't make such delicate food.

And the fine wine Roger also prepared a lot this time, most of which were alcoholic beverages such as butter beer. What surprised Mike most was that there was a spirit such as fire whisky.

I don't know where Roger got these spirits from.

You know, the Weasleys wouldn't dare to bring in spirits. If something like butterbeer is brought in, it will at most be detained, but points will be deducted, while spirits like fire whisky are brought in, but a major demerit will be charged.

"Roger, where did you get these things?" Mike pursed his lips in the direction of Fire Whiskey. "You still dare to show it, aren't you afraid of being fired?"

"Hey, the source is a secret." Roger said nonchalantly, "As for the expulsion you said, don't be kidding, Professor Flitwick is not at school, what are you afraid of?"

Mike shook his head helplessly, left Roger, who was a little overwhelmed, and looked for Penello in the crowd.

At this moment, the long table was full of people, and Mike's strong performance on the field just now obviously won the honor for Ravenclaw, so everyone present was filled with bright smiles and excited.

Seeing with his own eyes a young wizard, who was probably only in the third year, poured down a large glass of flaming fire whisky in one breath, Mike was speechless.

The degree of whisky is generally around 43 degrees. In addition to the higher alcohol content, fire whisky will have a stimulating feeling that all the internal organs are ignited. Even if such a large glass of fire whisky is replaced by Mike's previous life The body on the battlefield didn't dare to kill it in one breath, that third-year little wizard was really a warrior.

But the third-year little wizard was only a warrior for three seconds, because after three seconds he staggered and fell on the long table and fell asleep.

Mike's journey to find people was not smooth. There were always people coming to make a toast along the way. In the face of these enthusiastic classmates, Mike couldn't refuse.

But this is limited to butterbeer, like those guys who are toasting with two glasses of fire whiskey, Mike, refused because he was too young to drink this strong drink.

He didn't want to be like the warrior just now.

After searching the crowd for a long time, Mike finally found Penello in a corner. At this moment, she was chatting with a few girlfriends, and there were several glasses of fire whiskey on the table.

"Beautiful ladies, I don't know if I don't have the honor to have a drink with you?" Mike stepped forward and invited with a smile.

Maybe they were talking about some private topic about boys. When Mike came, the other girls blushed and ran away, leaving Penello still in the seat.

This was exactly what Mike wanted. Mike didn't get angry when Penello ignored him. He sat down against Penello and poured himself a small glass of fire whiskey.

"Why did you come to me just now?"

Penello said with a drunken eye.