Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

In the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore was still studying the diary that had been soaked in black blood, and at the same time his huge sea-like mental power was sweeping the entire open space over and over again.

Snape stood silently beside Dumbledore, perhaps because he noticed that Dumbledore was using his mental power to sweep the surroundings, Snape asked aloud, "Have you found anything?"

"Mike kid didn't lie, this is indeed a Horcrux." Dumbledore put away the diary and said lightly, "Let's go, and other things will be discussed when we return to school."

After that, Dumbledore walked towards Hogwarts Castle, taking Hagrid with him along the way.

It's just that he didn't lift the petrification on Hagrid, but made Hagrid float behind him with a floating spell.

Snape wanted to say something, but after glancing at Hagrid, who was still in his original position, he stopped talking and silently followed Dumbledore's footsteps.

"Oh yes, Severus." Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, turned his head and winked playfully at Snape behind him, "You have to collect the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider here before you finish collecting it. Go back, fortunately for you."

Snape's face turned dark all of a sudden. Although he had scolded Dumbledore's family for a long time, he still obeyed Dumbledore's orders, and without a word he took out his wand and began to collect venom.

Compared with Mike, Snape's efficiency was much higher. With a single wave of his wand, a small transparent water column quickly floated out from the body of an eight-eyed giant spider, and finally fell into Snape's hand. Disappeared in a glass container.

Snape waved his wand again and again, and it didn't take long for all the eight-eyed spiders in the clearing to be cleaned up.

After doing all this, Snape shook his robes vigorously and left the clearing without looking back.

But after Snape walked away, a centaur-shaped corpse in the open space suddenly moved.

Immediately afterwards, a juvenile eight-eyed giant spider the size of an adult's fist suddenly emerged from the centaur's chest, shaking its body and shaking off the ashes, the eight-eyed giant spider turned to look at Snape and left. , the humanized brilliance flashed in those eight eyes.

The next moment, as if it had seen enough, the eight-eyed giant spider withdrew its gaze and crawled towards the dense forest.

It seems that it is very unsuitable for this eight-legged crawling mode of action. The crawling posture of this eight-eyed giant spider is very twisted and the movement speed is also very slow. But this posture didn't last long. While crawling and adjusting his posture, the eight-eyed giant spider quickly adapted and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

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Mike followed Professor Flitwick all the way to Madam Pomfleur's infirmary. Because of the intense fighting, Mike had not felt the pain in his chest and the weakness caused by excessive blood loss until now.

When the two came to the infirmary, Mrs. Pomfler was treating Percy. Percy's injury was very serious. The wound had begun to heal because Mike used white fresh on his broken arm. The arm creates a great hindrance.

Just as Professor Flitwick was about to step forward to ask, Mrs. Pomfler gave him an angry look, and then Mrs. Pomfler lowered her head and continued to treat Percy, ignoring Mike and Professor Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and he was even more anxious when he saw that Mike was already pale and weak.

"Hello, Professor Flitwick." The freckled Soraka said slightly, "Let me treat Mike."

Hearing this, Mike's face immediately showed a look of horror, and he quickly shook his head like a rattle.

The treatment Soraka treated him before had left a deep shadow in his heart, and now he would rather die than let Soraka treat him again. It's not that Mike is too weak, but that he suddenly woke up and found himself The scene of being disemboweled is just too appalling.

But the anxious Professor Flitwick didn't care about Mike's own opinion, he agreed almost without hesitation.

So under Mike's terrified eyes, Soraka smiled and took out a bottle of purple potion, opened the lid and held it in front of Mike.

"Mike, come to drink the medicine." Soraka said softly, "This is the life and death water that has increased the meter. I promise you will never wake up during the operation this time."

After that, Soraka licked her lips, looking impatient.

Faced with such a Soraka, Mike naturally gritted his teeth and was reluctant to drink.

In this regard, Professor Flitwick took action, and a relaxation of strength loosened Mike's facial muscles.

Soraka smiled and bowed to Professor Flitwick, and then poured down a large bottle of life and death water under Mike's desperate gaze.

After the potion entered his body, Mike felt as if he was drinking the cold wind from December. An extremely cold force flowed down his throat and spread all over his blood vessels, almost in an instant. , Mike stopped thinking and lost consciousness.

When Soraka saw that Mike had fallen asleep, he exhaled lightly, bowed to Professor Flitwick again, and moved Mike to an operating room beside him.

It was the evening of the next day when Mike woke up again. Unlike last time, Mike's ward was empty this time, and Penello and the others did not come to see him.

Looking at the dim sunlight outside the window, Mike rubbed his drowsy head, trying to dispel all the drowsiness left by the water of life and death.

Yawning, Mike took off his hospital gown and looked down at his chest.

I saw that the wound that was torn open again due to the excessive movement in the battle has now been re-bandaged, and I can't even feel the pain.

Nodding with satisfaction, Mike got out of bed and prepared to go to Dumbledore's office.

Although Dumbledore said at the time that he would wait until he recovered from his injury before going to the headmaster's office, Mike still felt that the sooner he went, the better, otherwise he would not feel well when the matter was overwhelmed in his heart.

Perhaps it was because of the meal time that there was no one in the infirmary. Mike walked out of the infirmary with ease and came to the door of the principal's office.

The headmaster's office is located on the eighth floor of Hogwarts like the room on request. There is an ugly and hideous stone statue of a monster at the entrance. Visitors must read the correct password to get out of the way, revealing the real entrance inside.

Mike looked at the stone statue of the monster in front of him, and couldn't help thinking of a legend about Dumbledore and the Room of Requirement.

According to legend, Dumbledore was about to return to his office after attending a reception, but he suddenly had a urgency to urinate on the way, so Dumbledore happened to enter the Response Room while half-drunk and half-awake.

Because all Dumbledore was thinking about at the time was wanting to find a place to relax, so the Requirement Room was transformed into a room of spittoons. In the end, Dumbledore held a very ornately decorated spittoon and started that shit. He even took it back to his office, only to find out the next day.

Shaking his head to shake his thoughts out of his brain, Mike tidied up his clothes and silently entered a closed-brain state before he said the password.

"Vanilla ice cream!"

"The password is correct."

The stone statue of the monster faintly highlighted four characters and moved to one side, revealing the wall behind it.

Then the wall suddenly cracked, and a spiral staircase appeared in front of Mike.

Mike walked down the stairs for a while, and in front of him appeared a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Mike reached out to knock on the door, but before his hand could touch the door, the oak door opened automatically.

Slowly pacing into the principal's office, what appeared in front of Mike was a spacious circular room with a huge eagle-footed table in the center, and the table was covered with assorted pieces of parchment.

The closet next to the room is full of all kinds of silverware, mostly tableware such as forks and knives, but there are also some delicate silver statues. It seems that Dumbledore has the habit of collecting silverware.

Behind the oak door is a wooden shelf, and a beautiful bird with a fiery red body is standing on the shelf and looking at Mike curiously.

You don't need to guess Mike to know that this must be the Phoenix Fox kept by Dumbledore.

I didn't look carefully enough in the arena before, and when I got close, Mike realized that the phoenix looked very old. Mike couldn't help reaching out and wanted to touch Fox, but a hoarse voice suddenly sounded. cut him off.

"Don't touch it, you wild country boy."

Mike was so frightened by the sound that he was almost withdrawn from the closed state of his brain, and patted his chest twice before looking up at the source of the sound.

I saw five magical portraits neatly hung on one wall of the headmaster's room, all of which were the headmasters of Hogwarts.

The speaker was a chubby, somewhat bald old wizard, who was staring at Mike wickedly at the moment, as if Mike had done something monstrous just now.

Mike recognized him. He was Phineas Black, from the Black family, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families. He was known as the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts, no one.

Mike doesn't know what he did to get such a title, but judging from what he just did, it's not surprising that he can get such a title after his death.

"Phoenix, you are really annoying!" In a picture frame not far away, an old witch with long silver curls suddenly opened her eyes, frowned and said, "No wonder everyone doesn't like you."

After saying that, he looked at Mike again, his originally frowning brows quickly stretched out, put on a smile and said, "It's okay child, don't be afraid of that bald fat old man."

As soon as this statement came out, the other portraits around all burst into laughter, and Mike couldn't help but cast his eyes on Phoenix's shining forehead.

I don't know which wicked guy, when he painted Phoenix's portrait, he even added some white paint to him to make his forehead look shiny.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, Phoenix's face in the portrait immediately turned gloomy, and just as he was about to say something, an old and familiar voice came over.

"Well, it looks like you've gotten to know the previous headmasters of Hogwarts."

Hearing Dumbledore's half-joking remarks, the portraits hanging on the wall immediately stopped moving, closed their eyes and began to pretend to be asleep.

Mike looked at Dumbledore speechlessly. He couldn't understand why these portraits were so afraid of Dumbledore. They were all Dumbledore's predecessors, and their status should be higher than Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry Mike, I just went to get some food." Dumbledore put a traceless stretch charm bag on the eagle foot table, "Don't be stunned, sit down and eat together, I guess you You must not have eaten yet."

Mike watched Dumbledore take out bags of candy and cakes from the bag, and couldn't help swallowing. He also loved sweets.

"Thank you professor."

Mike came to the eagle foot table, took a piece of cake handed over by Dumbledore, and took a big bite.

At the moment of entering the mouth, a sweet fragrance belonging to the cake, accompanied by the wonderful fragrance exclusive to chocolate, filled Mike's mouth, making Mike unable to help squinting his eyes.

When Dumbledore saw Mike's enjoyment, he laughed and looked very happy.

"How about it, it's not bad," said Dumbledore. "This is Duke Bee's traditional chocolate cake. I also asked them to add double honey on top. It's simply superb!"

"Yeah, delicious. Principal, you are a gourmet!"

After Mike complimented Dumbledore, he devoured the cake in his hand. He hadn't eaten for a whole day. He just woke up and didn't feel it before. Now he felt the hunger in his stomach when he took a bite of the cake.

Perhaps infected by Mike's taste, Dumbledore also picked up a large piece of cake and ate it.

As a result, the sound of two people chewing was left in Dumbledore's office.

Ten minutes later, Mike collapsed on the soft chair and patted his stomach contentedly. He ate three cakes in total before he was completely full.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked at him with a grin. He had already ended the fight long before Mike started the third piece of cake.

"Try this Mike again, the cockroach pile, a wonderful candy!"

Seeing that Mike had ended the battle, Dumbledore smiled and took out a large bag from the drawer and put it in front of Mike and said.

And Mike was shocked the first time he heard the cockroach pile. He was famous for this kind of devil candy.

Carefully opened a small opening on the bag, and saw that the bag was full of huge dark brown cockroaches, most of which were still alive, and when Mike opened the bag, he rushed towards the mouth of the bag.