Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike didn't take the freshmen's fear of him to heart. In his opinion, the methods used by the Ministry of Magic to slander him were too low-level. Except for a very few guys with some problems with their brains, most of them would believe it. People must be able to distinguish that these are just pure slander.

But when Mike got up early to go to the classroom the next day, he found that things were not as simple as he thought.

Along the way, with the exception of Ravenclaw's classmates, most of the other House students chose to avoid him after seeing him.

The terrified expressions on their faces almost made Mike think he was a Sumatran Plague Dragon! The reactions of these people quickly caught Mike's attention, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he was even a little happy.

After all, he has never been the kind of person who cares about what others think of him, and now it's good that no one bothers him in this state.

With a smile on his face, he came to the classroom in a hurry. Franklin and the others immediately stood up, waving his arms to signal Mike to sit with them. This class is the history of magic that Ravenclaw and Gryffindor joined together, and the most dedicated professor at Hogwarts, the ghost professor Bins.

The history of magic course is recognized as the most boring course in the school. Professor Binns squeaks and kicks when he speaks.

If a living old man speaks like this, others will be very nervous, because this tone will make people wonder if he is about to fall to the ground and die suddenly in the next moment.

But Professor Binns was a ghost, so the tone was nothing but hypnotic.

And this hypnotic effect is still very significant. If it is a hot summer day, Mike believes that most of the people in this classroom will only need 5 minutes to fall asleep. Fortunately, it is now September, the temperature is not too high, and it is still in the morning, and everyone has just woken up from their dreams.

So, except for the few little wizards who stayed up late last night, most of them didn't fall asleep, but they didn't want to pay attention. Franklin was laughing with Mike and the others, and Ron went too far. He even played wizard chess directly with Harry.

As an old and confused ghost, Professor Binns clearly didn't care about classroom discipline.

As a result, the more than an hour of history of magic class Mike and others almost spent in small talk.

"...In the end, the giants' war ended with the victory of the bronze giant known as the Titan."

As the last paragraph of the text was read by Professor Binns, he ignored the sleeping and slapstick students in the audience as if he had completed his task, closed the book, turned around and disappeared into the blackboard.

And with the departure of Professor Binns, the students who were still suppressing their voices completely released themselves.

Some of them picked up their books and jumped out of the classroom, some directly fought with their friends next to them, while others were drowsy and looked around in confusion.

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"Go back first," Mike said without looking away, "I still have some things to deal with."

Franklin followed Mike's eyes curiously, and saw that Hermione was pointing at Harry and Ron's nose and accusing something, while Harry and Ron didn't care.

"Oh!" Franklin said with a weird expression, "Mike, although Penello has graduated, you can't..."

Mike didn't understand what Franklin wanted to say. After giving Franklin a blank look, Mike said helplessly:

"Don't think about it, it's business!"

"Okay, then be careful yourself. If something goes wrong, brother, I can't help you."

Franklin said in a sincere tone, as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, then jumped back and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing Franklin fleeing to the figure in a hurry, Mike shook his head with a smile, then straightened his collar and walked in the direction of Harry and the others.

"You should be ashamed..."

just got close,

Mike heard Hermione's somewhat hysterical voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mike said with a smile. "What shame?"

Mike's voice startled the three of Harry, but then Ron hid behind Mike as if he had seen the savior, stuck his head out to look at Hermione, and said in a contrived tone:

"Oh! Mike, you've come! If you don't come to Professor Granger, we'll be locked up!"

After saying that, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"you!"

Hermione's hair stood up in anger, she snorted angrily, and instinctively raised her hand and smashed the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron had already retracted his head, and the blow was missed.

"Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on!"

"Because of the owl exam, Mike," Harry explained aloud, "Hermione doesn't think we should sleep in Professor Binns's class, because all of this stuff will be tested on the owl exam. She also said that our behavior is disgraceful."

"What did I say wrong?" Hermione said angrily, "We are going to take the owl exam this year! This is an exam that can determine our future life! If you fail too many subjects, then That means you can't sign up for the next difficult courses like Potions!"

"I don't want to continue taking the old bat's class."

Harry muttered to himself, and Hermione gave him a roll of eyes until he raised his hand in surrender before continuing:

"Not being able to take the next course is not the worst. The worst thing is that the results of this exam will be used as an important reference for your future employability! If you screw up this exam, then you will only be Can clean toilets like Filch!"

Hermione's words made Ron shiver. He would rather die than become like Filch, but he quickly thought of something, and asked Hermione cautiously in a tempting tone:

"It's alright, you know that Harry and I are your best friends. You should copy your notes for us, right?"

"Thinking beautiful!"

Hermione smashed another book, but was dodged by Ron again.

"I haven't settled with you yet!" said Hermione, "your two brothers! How dare they sell 'quick candy' to everyone at such an important time, that's a misunderstanding! We are For the prefect, they must be stopped!"

"Walter!?"

Hermione's words surprised Mike, who had been listening.

"Quick-action candy," Ron repeated, "that's the kind of candy that gives you diarrhea, nosebleeds, stomachaches, blood... so you can play sick and skip class. George and Weasley It's a good business, I heard it's understaffed. Also, Hermione, I don't think we're capable of stopping them, even though we're prefects now."

"Of course I know what quick-acting escaping candy is, I mean why would the two of them do it?"

"They said they wanted to open a joke shop of their own and were raising money," Harry explained. "But I don't think Mrs Weasley would allow them to drop their studies."

Ron nodded vigorously, clearly agreeing with Harry's words.

Mike on the side shook his head strangely.

No one knew better than him that the Weasley brothers' explanation to Ron and Harry was a complete lie, because those two guys weren't even short of money.

Mike would bet that the reason these two guys wanted to sell quick-acting escaping candies was just a nasty sense of wanting to see people make a fool of themselves.

But knowing that, knowing that Mike would not expose the plans of the Weasley brothers, he tapped Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said:

"Okay, I'm hungry, let's go to the restaurant and continue chatting."

Hearing Mike's words, the three people who had been arguing for a long time finally stopped and walked towards the restaurant with Mike.

However, Mike's scene in the morning reappeared. On the way, as long as the four students saw them, they all avoided it in horror as if they had seen some evil force.

Even when they came to the restaurant and sat down on a long table, the surrounding students who were still eating quickly threw down the half-eaten food like a plague god and fled.

Harry's expression was a little lonely, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mike patted Harry's shoulder and comforted:

"It's okay, most of these people are afraid of me. After all, in the description of the Daily Prophet, I am a heinous super dark wizard!"

Mike's tone was very light.

"Don't say that!" Hermione said hastily. "We all know they made it up!"

"Yes, it must have been the Malfoys! They must have given the Daily Prophet a lot of money!"

Ron echoed, but his tone was eccentric, sounding more like he was jealous of the Malfoys having a lot of money.

Harry kept his head down after hearing the words, and shook his head without saying a word.

"I mean really, don't be unhappy, the main target of those reports is me, your life shouldn't be affected too much."

"Uh, actually Seamus had a falling out with Harry this morning because Harry was always talking about You-Know-Who." Ron said vaguely while stuffing sausages in his mouth. "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He's Harry's roommate."

"This is not my fault!"

Harry, who was still in an autistic state, suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly,

"I'm not lying, Voldemort is back! Mike was there at the time and he can testify for me!"

As Harry said that name, the entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone looked at Harry in horror, as if watching a catastrophe that would bring disaster to people, and many people even left the restaurant immediately.

Harry's head bowed again, but the clenched fists foreshadowed his mood at the moment.

Mike's brows also wrinkled. It seems that there are not a few people in Hogwarts who like to deceive themselves, especially those Muggle-born wizards. They have no concept of Voldemort at all, so when Dumbledore is to everyone They didn't take it to heart after the warning.

Mike bet a lot of them didn't even tell their parents about it.

Taking a deep breath, Mike was no longer going to chat with Harry and the others. He directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

"Harry, lately, does your scar still hurt?"

Harry raised his head abruptly and looked at Mike in shock, then he lowered his head quickly, gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes! Mike! My scars have been hurting a lot lately, even...even I've had nightmares recently! I often see my...my mother and...and a green light... …”

Harry's body was shaking constantly, and saying those words just now obviously hit him a lot.

Hermione hurriedly leaned forward, comforting Harry while patting Harry's nervously collapsed back.

Mike, who was on the side, showed a thoughtful look when he heard the words, and after a long time he asked:

"Anything else?"

Harry shook his head hastily.

"real?"

"Mike!" Hermione was furious, she said excitedly, "Don't ask! Harry, he's in a bad mood now!"

Mike shook his head expressionlessly. Harry Potter was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and the two of them had some kind of soul link.

In theory, their two brains should also be linked together.

Mike originally wanted to rely on Harry to get some information about Voldemort, but now it seems that Harry doesn't know how to use his abilities.

With a sigh, Mike was ready to get up and say goodbye.

Since he can't get what he wants, there is no need for him to continue wasting time here.

But just when he was about to get up, two figures came into his eyes.

"Take it easy!" Zhou Hong yelled at the other little boy, grinning, "It hurts to death!"

"Why don't you go to the infirmary, I'm really not good at this!"

The little boy looked aggrieved.

"I'm not going! Give it to me! I'll do it myself!"

Zhou Hong said a sound (cao) in Chinese that Mike couldn't understand, then grabbed something from the little boy's hand and started smearing it on the back of his hand.

Mike quietly got up and came behind Zhou Hong, Harry and the others followed curiously.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still swearing something in Chinese, and the little boy opposite him was terrified. He pointed at Mike with trembling fingers, his mouth slightly opened as if he wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, He made no sound.

Mike made a mute gesture to him, and he immediately covered his mouth with his hands.

And only then did Mike fall into Zhou Hong's hands.

I saw that there were numerous scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was holding a piece of white fresh food and kept smearing these wounds.

This was obviously very painful, and Zhou Hong's little face twitched in pain.

Mike's expression suddenly became gloomy. He narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"Who did this!"

Zhou Hong was startled by the sound, his body shook violently, and then he hurriedly covered his wound with his left hand and said in a panic:

"nothing!"