Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike really can't understand why Flitwick and the others have such a big obsession with the crown, even if they are fortunate enough to cultivate only a look, they must provide it.

Professor Flitwick obviously knew this, but he didn't ask Mike too much in this regard.

"When the crown is repaired, we will announce this to all members. I believe that all members of the Raven's Nest in the world will immediately come back to watch the crown." Flitwick said with a little star in his eyes, "Of course, , Raven's Nest also thank you very much, Mike, if it wasn't for your crowns that would have stayed in that damn storeroom until the end of the world, even if you broke the crowns.

After the discussion, everyone decided to reward you after the crown is repaired, and this is part of the reward. "

Saying that, Flitwick carefully pushed the small box on the table in front of Mike.

Some looked at Flitwick uncertainly, and seeing that he nodded to himself, Mike followed Flitwick's way and carefully opened the box.

However, what appeared in front of Mike turned out to be another pendant.

The knot of this pendant is completely the most common metal, and its pendant part is a teardrop-shaped sealed glass container, which is still full of transparent liquid, which is exuding a faint golden light at the moment.

Mike was speechless for a moment. First it was a raven pendant, and now it's another pendant. Could it be that Professor Flitwick can only give pendants?

Seeing this, Flitwick didn't know that Mike was an ignorant guy, so he explained:

"This is a fortune-telling agent, also known as a luck potion. As its name suggests, its function is to improve the user's luck, and the concrete manifestation is probably that everything goes smoothly, and no matter what you do, you can achieve success.

But its action is time-limited and cannot be used continuously, otherwise it will cause very serious side effects. You can only take a small sip every time you use it, otherwise it will make you arrogant.

Despite all these limitations, it is undeniably a very useful potion, and it can definitely help you tremendously in a pinch. "

After listening to Professor Flitwick's words, Mike's eyes on this pendant have completely changed.

Of course Mike knew what the Fuling agent was, and he also knew the power of luck.

Just look at Mike and you'll know that you can't die even if you die, and dying accidentally is just a matter of crossing into another world and starting all over again.

In addition to Flitwick's explanation, Mike also knows a rumor about Flux, that Flux actually enhances not the user's luck, but the user's social ability, magic ability, charm, Physical strength, reaction ability and other aspects of ability, and the increase is quite large, so it will give people the illusion that everything is going well.

After all, the strength is strong, and everything will go smoothly.

Compared with the former, Mike hopes that the effect of the Fuling agent is the latter. After all, Mike's luck is good enough now, and the Fuling agent can only play the icing on the cake, while the latter is a help in the snow.

Mike still doesn't know what the real effect of the Fuling agent is, and he will not deliberately do experiments because it is too expensive.

That's right, even for Mike, a man with a small fortune, the Flux is too expensive.

In fact, the formal market price of Fuling agent is not high. One ounce (imperial fluid ounce, one ounce is about 28.4 ml) is only 2,000 gold, but you can't buy Fu Ling in the market with 2,000 gold coins. agent.

The manufacture of this thing is really too difficult, it is a priceless thing.

In the black market, a 10-ounce bottle of Flux was auctioned, and the result was a sky-high price of 280,000 Galleons. This shows how crazy the wizards are about Flux.

"This... is this too expensive?"

Mike cautiously held the pendant with the Flux in his hand, more careful than Professor Flitwick had ever done.

"It's not expensive at all, it's just a small gift. The real big one will have to wait for you to go to the Raven's Nest to collect it after this semester."

Speaking of this, Mike's heart also became hot, and the crown brought him far more benefits than he imagined. It seems that the bigwigs in the Raven's Nest really attach great importance to the crown.

This is very beneficial to Mike. After all, the rare items in the wizarding world, such as elixirs, have been monopolized by these bigwigs, and Mike can take this opportunity to ask them for these items.

"Can I make my own request?" Mike asked when he thought of this.

"Can."

"I want two house-elves, if that doesn't work, then one."

Hearing Mike's request, Flitwick was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, no problem Mike, the two house-elves are just a joke." Flitwick laughed, "You may not know that many ancient families allow house-elves to breed with each other, especially domestic ones. After the number of elves has plummeted, these families have increased the breeding of house elves, so your request is only a trivial matter."

Can this be done?

Mike was stunned by Professor Flitwick's words. He thought that the number of house-elves was quite small. It turned out that the old purebloods were already working on solving this problem.

And Mike also noticed that Flitwick had just used the word breeding, which made Mike think of the 'hey' people, and once upon a time that was what American planters treated them, no, it should be them.

Although there was some sympathy for the tragic experience of those house-elves, this feeling was quickly diluted by joy. After all, Mike was also a vested interest, and it would be too hypocritical to say that it is not good to oppress house-elves like this.

Mike is not a virgin, but he won't set up a vomiting association (house-elf welfare promotion association) like Hermione in the original book. Mike is more concerned about the fact that after having house-elves, he can operate his own affairs outside the school more conveniently. .

"Is there anything else you want? If you only have this one request, to be honest, you will suffer a lot." Flitwick asked when he saw Mike woke up from his thoughts.

Faced with Professor Flitwick's question, Mike thought of the answer almost instantly. His knowledge of the value of various items is limited. Rather than blindly choosing, he might as well ask Professor Flitwick to help him choose.

"I don't know either, it's up to you, Dean, to decide."

As if he knew that Mike would answer like this, Professor Flitwick didn't show any surprise on his face, but just admired it.

The two foxes, one old and one small, looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.