Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Very good, duel champion badge." Ron murmured looking at the badge in Mike's hand, "It's a pity that it's tied for the championship, otherwise I would have won money."

Ron had just finished speaking when he realized that he had missed his mouth and covered his mouth all of a sudden.

"What's the money? You guys are still reading?" Mike asked as he put down his badge.

Hearing Mike's question, Hermione jumped out of the corner, ignoring the hints in the eyes of Harry and the others, and said, "That's right, Lockhart's game! Professor Flitwick, you have to take good care of them! As a student at Hogwarts, he went to 'do a Ph.D.'!"

Hermione originally wanted Professor Flitwick to teach Harry and Ron a lesson, but to her surprise, Professor Flitwick didn't seem to care about it.

"Uh, Hermione, in fact, I also bet on this reading, 10 Galleons, beat Mike to win." Professor Flitwick said a little embarrassedly, "But Ron, are you underage wizards betting? It should be, but it is not an example.”

Hermione's face turned black as soon as she said this, and she finally stomped her foot and ran out of the ward.

Ron and the others breathed a sigh of relief. It was too nervous to be caught by a professor when they went to 'study a Ph.D.'.

"You all beat me to win? How much?" Mike asked blankly.

"I pressed 5 nuts, this is all my belongings, in fact, I only wanted to press 1 nut, but to be honest, I feel very sorry for you, last time in the Gryffindor lounge The thing is that I misunderstood you." Ron said, "Franklin has 1 silver sico, Penello 5, and Harry, he has 1 gold Galleon. Unfortunately, you are tied. , it's all gone now."

After Ron finished speaking, everyone in the ward showed a painful look on their faces, even Professor Flitwick's face was no exception. In order to support his students, he pressed a full 100 gold Galleons.

Although the expression on Mike's face remained unchanged, there was a fire burning in his heart.

He should have thought for a long time that no matter what kind of sports or competitions it is, after it develops to a certain scale, there will definitely be a gambling industry with the birth, from traditional football, basketball to the new e-sports competitions.

And this time, he and Cedric were tied, and he could tell from his ass that Lockhart must have made a lot of money as a bookmaker.

'Think of me as a moneymaker, but you really belong, Lockhart! ’

Mike thought so in his heart, but still kept his face expressionless. He decided to go to Lockhart to have a good talk when he was healed.

Talk about his share in the matter.

"How's Cedric?"

After making up his mind, Mike finally thought of his opponent Cedric.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Cedric's problem is very difficult. His condition is much more serious than yours." Madam Pomfleur pouted and said, "If I say that the duel competition should not be held at all, it is all right. People who are looking for trouble have made it!"

Hearing her say this, Franklin and the others also had a curious look on their faces, but Professor Flitwick had an embarrassed look on his face. He was also one of those people who Madam Pomfleur said had nothing to do. one.

It's not that no one has visited Cedric these days, but Mrs. Pomfler refused everyone's visit on the grounds that the patient needs to rest, so how is Cedric now, except Mrs. Pomfler and the others involved in the treatment No one but the people knew.

"The injury he suffered in the game is not bad. Although it is serious, it is only a physical injury." Madame Pomfler sighed and said, "The trouble is his body polymorphism. He used it without authorization. The Transfiguration that he hasn't fully mastered is still the kind of complete transformation, which even Professor McGonagall can't restore right away. So he still maintains the appearance of a honey badger."

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became dull. Cedric was famously popular at Hogwarts.

The relationship with everyone present is not bad, and now suddenly hearing that Cedric's question is so difficult, everyone feels very uncomfortable.

"Hmm! Okay, my classmates, the visit time is over, you should leave, the exam is coming soon, you should study hard!"

Perhaps finding that the atmosphere in the ward suddenly fell silent, Professor Flitwick issued an order to evict the guests.

Although Penello and the others were still a little reluctant, they still did not dare to disobey Professor Flitwick's order. After saying goodbye to Mike, they followed Madam Pomfleur and Soraka out of the ward.

With the door closed, only Mike and Professor Flitwick were left in the ward.

"Professor, do you have anything to say?"

"Uh, yes, I have bad news for you," said Professor Flitwick, a little squeamishly. "Percy is missing..."

"What! Run away!" Mike interrupted before Professor Flitwick could finish speaking. "Isn't he under strict surveillance by the professors? How can he still run away?"

"Don't get excited, listen to me. We did have a very tight surveillance on Percy, and we tested and questioned him.

But his behavior is normal, so our surveillance of him is relaxed. After all, as you know, professors are human too, and there are times when you let your guard down. "

Although Professor Flitwick made a lot of sense, Mike didn't buy it.

"Please! Isn't there Legilimency? Don't you know everything if you use it on him? You can still ask Professor Snape for Veritaserum!"

"That's the problem, Mike! We used Legilimency on Percy as soon as we got the information about the Horcrux from you, but nothing came of it. That's why we relax our surveillance on Percy. "Professor Flitwick explained, "As for Veritaserum, although Snape also proposed to use it, Dumbledore did not agree that we should use it in Purdue because of its after-effects that make the user an idiot. West, because he's still a student at Hogwarts."

As soon as this statement came out, Mike was speechless. This thing was indeed done in Dumbledore's style. He cared so much for his students that he couldn't bear to hurt them in the slightest.

But this kind of kindness is good for oneself, but it is a bit brain-dead when it is put on the enemy.

Mike began to understand the suffocation of Snape, the decisive double agent, staying by Dumbledore's side. Sometimes things that could be ended with a dose of Veritaserum, but Dumbledore had to Let them go around a big detour.

"It now seems that Percy has mastered Occlumency, and his level is not low." Professor Flitwick saw that Mike was silent and continued, "I should have used Veritaserum directly at the beginning, but unfortunately, It's too late to say that now."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Mike said with a blank face, he had already figured it out just now, although Percy's escape was more troublesome, but it was only more troublesome.

Because his escaping behavior has proved what Mike said before, then Dumbledore and others will definitely use all their strength to get him back.

How terrifying is the all-out pursuit of a legendary great wizard?

Mike doesn't know.

But Mike is very clear that with his current strength, he will not be able to run away. Likewise, Percy must not be able to escape, even with the help of Voldemort's soul.

"You don't have to worry too much, Percy doesn't know that you told us about him, so he doesn't necessarily come here to attack you." Professor Flitwick squeezed out a stiff smile and said to Mike, "Even if You don't have to be afraid when he comes over. We have arranged for someone to protect you. If he really comes, he will be caught in the net.

Well, I won't bother you to recuperate, and I wish you a speedy recovery. Don't forget the exam is in over a month, I don't want to see you fail then. "

Professor Flitwick patted Mike on the shoulder and left the ward, leaving Mike alone on the bed.

As soon as Professor Flitwick walked away from his front foot, Mike's back foot spread out his magic perception. After Professor Flitwick walked out of the ward, there were two senior Ravenclaw students standing at the door of the ward. It seemed that this was the The person Professor Flitwick said was sent to protect Mike.

Recovering his perception again, a disdainful smile appeared on Mike's face.

He could see the strength of the two people outside the door very clearly. Although they were considered good among the seniors at Hogwarts, they were much worse than Mike Cedric's level. If Percy really came to attack him , then these two guys will only have a dead end. And it seems that these two people were arranged by Professor Flitwick because he was worried about himself.

This means that Dumbledore has no plans to arrange for someone to protect him at all.

What is he trying to do?

Is he really not concerned about his own safety or is he fishing with himself, attracting Percy to attack so that he can be caught without any effort?

Either way it's a joke about Mike's life.

"Hehe, it really looks like Dumbledore's way of doing things."

Mike sneered, in fact he was not afraid of Percy's attack on him, because although he was injured, they were all physical injuries, which meant that the magic in his body was still in full bloom.

And he also has the Dueling Champion Badge, Battle Wand Cover, and Raven Papi.

With so many backers, if Percy came to attack him, it would be completely useless. After all, the notebook in Percy's hand was only made by Voldemort when he was a teenager, and his strength was not strong.

Thinking of this, Mike sneered and put on his greedy pendant, battle wand cover, and newly acquired dueling champion badge.

"Papi."

"Eh!"

A faint mist floated out from the Greedy Pendant and quickly condensed into a black raven in midair.

Raven Papi hovered in the air for a while, and finally landed on the edge of the wooden bed and watched Mike quietly.

"Papi, enter the fog crow state and stay in the room. Something strange came in and attacked directly." Mike yawned and said, "I'm a little tired, I need to sleep for a while."

"Got it, you troublesome human!"

Raven Papi replied to Mike impatiently, and with a flick of his body, he turned into a faint mist and floated into the shadows in the room.

Mike picked up his wand and waved it sharply at the window, and saw that the thick curtains on both sides of the window were brushed open, blocking all the warm spring sunshine outside the window.

Seeing that the darkness had returned to the room, Mike nodded slightly, put the quilt back down and closed his eyes.

The previous series of events made Mike's mood fluctuate greatly, which caused Mike, the wounded who had not fully recovered from the injury, to spend a lot of energy, so Mike, who was lying on the hospital bed not long ago, fell into a dream.

However, what Mike didn't know was that outside his ward, a little mouse was quietly staring at his door in the corner of the corridor.

The little mouse ran quickly in the corridor, avoiding the coming and going of people and rushing directly to Mike's door.

But just as he was about to get into the room through the crack of the door, a big foot stepped on its tail.

This is the doorman sent by Professor Flitwick to protect Mike. The order given by Professor Flitwick to them is that no creature is allowed to enter Mike's ward without his permission.

They never give any sloppy eyes to Professor Flitwick's orders, so even if it's just a mouse, they won't let it enter Mike's room.

"Merlin's beard, a dirty rat, disgusting!"

The doorman who stepped on the mouse's tail shook his head and drew his wand to make this disgusting mouse disappear from the world.

But before he could utter the spell, another guard next to him took his hand.

"Wait, this may be someone else's pet, just drive it away, don't kill it."

"Merlin's beard, who would keep a mouse as a pet these days?"

The doorman retorted, but after thinking about it carefully, didn't Ron, the savior Harry's follower, keep a mouse? So he raised his other foot and kicked the little mouse whose tail was being trampled on and was struggling frantically.

Only a scream was heard, and the little mouse was kicked and flew out, and its tail was still stepped on by the guard.

The doorman who kicked the mouse seemed to have done a very funny thing and laughed, while the other doorman on the side looked at the broken mouse tail at his friend's feet and wagged helplessly He shook his head, but said nothing.

However, the kicked little mouse did not run away as they imagined, but returned to the corner at the beginning again, and continued to stare at Mike's door with a pair of small eyes, as if looking for an opportunity generally.

Time passed slowly, the British sunshine hours in early spring had not become too long, and the sun soon set.

As the night approached, the flow of people coming and going in the Hogwarts infirmary disappeared, leaving only the two competent guards in front of Mike's ward.

And, of course, our little Mr. Mouse.