Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Due to the Ravenclaw class schedule, Ravenclaw's junior students always get a whole afternoon of rest every Monday afternoon.

At this time in the past, Mike would always slump on the sofa chair in the lounge for a whole afternoon, enjoying this rare leisure.

However, this time when Mike finished class and was about to go back to the lounge with his books to take a good rest for a while, he was blocked by Harry who had been waiting for a long time.

"Mike!" Harry yelled furtively.

"Hey! Harry! You look..."

"Come with me! I have something very important to tell you!"

After all, before Mike finished speaking, Harry dragged Mike to a remote corner.

"Mike, I may know who the person who tampered with the Goblet of Fire is!" Harry said impatiently to himself, "It's Karkaroff! Black contacted me last night, and he said that Karkaroff He used to be a Death Eater! He was pardoned by the Ministry of Magic by betraying a lot of his former companions! And Krum, he is definitely not a good person, we must be careful of him during the competition!"

"That person can't be Karkaroff, Harry." Mike said helplessly, "Think about it, Karkaroff survived by betraying Voldemort, it is impossible for him to return to Voldemort's command. Because He would have been killed the moment he appeared before Voldemort."

"Is...is that so?"

Harry was a little dazed, while Mike on the opposite side went on to say:

"Krum, we really need to be careful. You know he's from Durmstrang. By the way, you should know Durmstrang, right?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again.

He just knew that there was such a magic school, but he knew nothing about other things about this school.

"Durmstrang is a magic school that only accepts pure-blood wizards, and the idea of ​​blood discrimination is very popular there." Mike said, "And Durmstrang also condones black magic, and they don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts classes there. , there are only black magic lessons that teach you how to use black magic.

You must know Voldemort's nickname, right? Dark Lord. But in fact he is only the second generation Dark Lord.

The name of the first generation of Dark Lord is Grindelwald, from Durmstrang. No matter from which level, Grindelwald is much stronger than Voldemort. You can go to the library to look up information on this.

The birth of Grindelwald proves Durmstrang's teaching strength, and their students basically know black magic, so they must be treated with care. "

Harry nodded as he listened.

What Mike said was very new to him, and he had never imagined what other magic schools would be like before.

"And what about Beauxbatons?" Harry asked eagerly. "Is Beauxbatons as bad as Durmstrang?"

This is the mentality of children. In the eyes of many children, the world has always been black and white.

"Beauxbatons is in France. Do you remember the Philosopher's Stone? The maker of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolome, graduated from Beauxbatons." Mike shook his head and said, "Thanks to Nicholas, Beauxbaton's alchemy It is very advanced, and almost all the great alchemists who can be named in Europe are graduates of Beauxbatons. By the way, Beauxbatons is very open to blood, second only to Ilvermorny in the Coal Country."

"Okay, I know."

Harry seemed a bit awkward, he really wanted to know what Mike said about Ilvermorny, but his thin skin made him a little bit embarrassed, so he decided to go back and ask Hermione.

"About that mouse hiding in the dark, you don't have to worry too much, you'll be fine with me and Dumbledore around." Mike put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "You might as well think about it if you have the time How to deal with tomorrow's project, it's a fire dragon."

"You already know!? I was just about to tell you!" Harry's mouth opened all of a sudden, "Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim already knew about the fire dragon appearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, so I was the last one to know what I said?"

"Don't take it to heart, it's normal, cheating is a tradition in the top three cup competitions."

Harry nodded in a daze, thinking that he could cheat by peeking at the exam questions, but finally found out that everyone else was taking open-book exams, which made him very uncomfortable.

"So, have you considered how to deal with the fire dragon?"

Harry shook his head blankly again.

"Okay, then let me give you some advice." Mike walked towards Ravenclaw College with his arms around Harry, regardless of the flow of people around him, "The fire dragon is an extremely powerful The creatures usually require seven or eight adult wizards to cast spells at the same time to control them. But they are not without weaknesses. If you want to deal with them, I suggest you use the Eye Spell to destroy their vision, and then use the Flying Spell to summon yourself broomsticks so you can juggle them with high mobility."

"Eye sickness curse and flying spell?"

Harry muttered the names of these two spells. He always felt that these two spells sounded very familiar. Professor Flitwick should have taught them in class, but unfortunately he would remember these two spells now Sometimes the mind is empty.

"Don't tell me you can't. Professor Flitwick taught these two spells in his class."

"Of course I will!"

Harry quickly denied that he would not let others know that he was not paying attention in class.

"Okay, then I wish you luck." Mike yawned and walked towards the Eagle Head door knocker, "I have to lie down for a while."

Harry stared at Mike in a daze, feeling a little complicated.

When he saw Rita Skeeter's report, to be honest, he had thoughts about Mike.

After all, Rita Skeeter's attitude towards Mike and herself is too different.

But when he learned about Fire Dragon and Karkaroff, he ran to tell Mike immediately.

The purpose is to prevent Mike from being cheated.

But now, instead of helping Mike, he was even helped by Mike...

Gritting his teeth, Harry once again called out to Mike who was about to enter after answering the eagle head knocker's question.

Mike turned his head and looked at Harry inexplicably.

"Thank you, Mike!"

Mike smiled and waved to Harry, and walked into the lounge without looking back.

...

The next morning, when Mike left his dormitory to go to class as usual, he was surprised to find that Professor Flitwick was waiting at the door of his dormitory, pacing back and forth.

He looked like he had been waiting there for a long time, and Professor Flitwick's frown was completely relaxed until Mike appeared in front of him.

"Mike! You're finally up." Professor Flitwick said, "You don't have to go to class this morning. We need to use this last bit of time to make some preparations for the afternoon game."

After finishing speaking, Flitwick took Mike and walked towards his office.

"I'm sorry, Mike." Flitwick said as he walked, "I didn't know the specific items of the competition until just now, otherwise we would have had more time to prepare."

"If the afternoon's project is to deal with the fire dragon, I think I'm well prepared."

"Oh? Then tell me your method first."

So, Mike re-read the plan on the note, and taking advantage of Mike's narration, he and Flitwick also arrived at the Charms professor's office.

"It's a good idea, but I think my plan is more suitable." Professor Flitwick muttered, "After all, fire dragons are very difficult to deal with!"

As he said that, Flitwick pushed open the door of the office, and after he and Mike entered the office, he looked out the door again, and closed the door again when he saw no one.

"Show you something good! Having this fire dragon means nothing to you."

Professor Flitwick pulled a large, parchment-wrapped package from the cupboard.

"what is this?"

Mike asked curiously, and when he heard that Professor Flitwick had a smug smile on his face, he carefully opened the package and said:

"Dragon dung! Dozens of dragon dung! As far as I know, the content of your competition is to steal dragon eggs, so as long as you identify the type of dragon, and then smear the same type of dragon dung on yourself, so that the dragon can't smell it." It's your turn! Then you use the illusion spell to steal the dragon egg!"

Mike looked astonished, and Professor Flitwick continued to say triumphantly as if he didn't notice Mike's expression:

"I managed to get this from Professor Sprout. As you know, dragon dung has an excellent effect on promoting the birth of some special herbs, so Professor Sprout also cherishes it."

"Uh, I think it's better to forget it, Professor Flitwick." Mike pinched his nose with some disgust, "I have prepared enough before, and I'm afraid I can't accept this smell, as you know, I Has a slight cleanliness."

"You'd better take it with you, in case your plans fail at that time, this thing will come in handy. And compared to being injured or being eaten by a fire dragon, it's actually nothing to be dirty." Professor Flitwick persuaded Said, "Oh! By the way! And this! A shield mixed with mithril and obsidian, which can effectively resist the flames sprayed by the fire dragon. And this one-time amulet that can release armor protection..."

Like an old father whose son is about to go to war, Flitwick searched his collection desperately, trying to find something in it that could help his son survive.

And under Professor Flitwick's operation, in a short while Kung Fu Mike piled up a tall push of equipment, ranging from wearables to drinks, to various props for one-time use, everything that one expects to find.

After rummaging through boxes and boxes for a while, Flitwick finally stopped.

He stood in a daze in the chaotic office he had turned over, as if he was thinking about what else he could give to Mike.

After a while, Flitwick slapped himself on the head suddenly, and then took out a black leather hat from a cowhide box in an almost devout gesture.

It was a cocked hat with a strange shape. (The shape of the hat is based on the Curse of Blood. Friends who don’t have a visual sense can search for the Curse of Blood hunter hat by themselves.)

The hat as a whole still maintains the shape of the traditional triangular hat, the brim of the hat is turned up high, and the right and left front sides are tightly adhered to the main body of the hat, making the brim of the hat form three sharp corners.

But compared with the general three-cornered hat, the brim of this hat is shorter, and the hat body is not a traditional semicircle, but a semi-ellipse.

This makes the three pointed corners that are folded out sharper, and the hat as a whole is smaller.

I have to say that this change is very ingenious, making this hat a little more handsome and sharp than the traditional bulky tricorne hat.

The hat is a bit worn out, and many places have begun to fade.

But Flitwick's attitude towards it is even more cherished than those 'treasures' piled on the ground.

I saw Professor Flitwick carefully brush off the non-existing dust on the hat, and then holding the hat in both hands, he came to Mike with almost solemn steps.

Mike quickly knelt down on one knee, trying his best to lower his body, so that Professor Flitwick, who was not tall, could more easily put on this weird hat for himself.

"This is the lucky hat my father gave me before he disappeared, and he said it would bring me good luck. Since then, I have worn it whenever I faced a duel where I might lose, and whenever I I won all the duels I participated in wearing this hat!" Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed, and his voice trembled slightly, "Now, I give you this hat, and I hope it can bring Good luck to you!"

After all, Flitwick put the hat on Mike's head, and carefully straightened it up.

"Thank... thank you! Really..."

There were countless words of thanks in Mike's heart that he wanted to say, but the words got stuck on his lips, and finally turned into a simple thank you with trembling sounds.

His eyes were red.

Hot tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

Mike has always thought that crying is an extremely shameful thing, but at this moment he really can't restrain his feelings.

From Flitwick, he felt something that he had always longed for but never had.

dear!

To be precise, it is the love from parents and elders!

Along the way, I have also made many partners who can give their backs to each other, but Flitwick is the only one who really does not ask for anything in return, but just blindly gives!

The bitterly suppressed sobs continued, and Professor Flitwick reached out and hugged Mike, patted Mike's back lightly, to soothe his emotions.

It wasn't until the whimpering gradually disappeared and Mike's breath calmed down that Professor Flitwick let go of Mike, wiped his red eye sockets, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's almost time, we should go to assemble. As your professor, there is only so much I can do, you have to promise me, be careful!"

"Don't worry! Professor!" Mike wiped away the remaining tears on his face with his sleeve, and said firmly, "I don't pay attention to mere fire dragons!"

Hearing that Professor Flitwick was relieved, he patted Mike's arm vigorously, and said with a smile:

"Okay! Okay! I'll watch you from the audience! You have to work hard! Let those purebloods who look down on us take a good look at how powerful we low-blooded people are!"

"Yeah! I'll let them see!"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time!