Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Late night on July 15, 1991, London.

In an alley, a blond boy was confronting a big black dog with withered fur.

The young man held a short metal stick in his right hand, which should have been removed from some kind of machinery. There were still burrs on the broken end of the stick.

The young man moved his right foot back and bowed his body slightly in a fighting stance. Behind him were several large trash cans. The trash piles in the trash cans were high and emitted a stench. But the target of this confrontation between a man and a dog is obviously this pile of garbage.

In the darkness not far from the alley, two figures were observing this scene.

One of the old men with a long white beard said softly: "Minerva, do you think he can scare that dog away?"

"We can't watch that child fighting with that dog, he will be injured! Professor!" The tall woman on the side seemed very dissatisfied, pursed her lips tightly, and the wrinkles on her face trembled as she opened and closed her mouth as she spoke. He also took out his magic wand and gestured to step forward.

The old man with a white beard stretched out his hand to stop her, "Wait a minute."

At the same time, in the alley.

The big black dog seemed to be unable to hold back the hunger in its belly, and pounced on the boy with its big mouth full of fangs and saliva.

On the other side, the young man stared closely at the approaching black figure, and his slightly bowed body suddenly moved to the right to avoid the big black dog's bite. At the same time, he swung out the short stick in his hand. The initial speed of the short stick was not very fast, but it suddenly accelerated in the middle and turned into an afterimage and hit the big black dog.

The big black dog fell to the ground with a whimper, then quickly got up again, with its tail firmly between its legs, turned around and limped away out of the alley. The stick just broke its right front leg.

"It seems that our little Mike has won." The old man with the white beard narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In the alley, Mike didn't seem to intend to just let go of this big black dog that was trying to steal food from him.

I saw Mike approaching the big black dog quickly in a few steps, holding a short stick in his right hand and hitting the big black dog's waist.

The big black dog's right front leg was injured, and its movement speed was greatly reduced. With its back to Mike, it was only limping forward.

puff! A sound. The big black dog fell to the ground again.

Mike was already sitting on the big black dog, and he hit the big black dog on the head with the short stick in his hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Mike gasped for breath and stopped moving. The big black dog under him had long since made no sound. The dog's head was already bloody, and there was a small pool of blood under its body that was slowly expanding.

After calming his breath, Mike stood up, holding a short stick in one hand and dragging the big black dog with the other towards the darkness outside the alley, without even looking at the trash can they had just fought over.

Not far away, the two people watching the battle looked at each other speechlessly. What happened in those short few minutes was beyond their expectations.

These two people were Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the Headmaster of Hogwarts Gryffindor House, as well as Transfiguration Professors.

Originally, they thought that when Mike, a boy less than 11 years old, faced a vicious dog that was as tall as his waist, he would mainly scare it away or fight it off, but what they never expected was that Mike would actually choose Kill this big black dog, and depending on the situation, prepare to make it your dinner.

Professor McGonagall turned her head stiffly and looked at Dumbledore. "After all, he is an orphan who has been wandering for five years. If he had been merciful, he might have died long ago. He is still a child, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said with a tone of voice. The meaning of persuasion, she knew Dumbledore too well, and what Mike did would undoubtedly cause Dumbledore's dissatisfaction.

"Don't worry, Minerva. I can see that the child is not bad in nature, let alone us teachers?" Dumbledore did not turn around and continued to look at the darkness where Mike disappeared.

And our Mike obviously didn't realize that two wizards had just witnessed what he did. At this time, he was humming a tune and walking on the empty road.

Mike came out to look for food this time. His original target was the trash cans in his territory. These European and American countries may have excess resources, and residents have the habit of wasting food. Thanks to this bad habit, Mike always gains something every day.

But this time, Mike's luck was obviously good. A big black dog appeared on his own to serve as Mike's dinner. With better choices, Mike would no longer dig through those smelly trash cans. Even if I am a homeless orphan and have no right to despise being dirty, it is better to be clean if I can. If you are too sloppy, you will easily get sick.

Yes, Mike is an orphan. In theory he should stay in an orphanage, but Mike knew that not every orphanage was as wonderful as they said it was. In fact, many orphanages are engaged in disguised human trafficking.

Their clients are as diverse as couples with serious criminal records who don't even have a marriage certificate and can successfully adopt a child. It stands to reason that most of them are not eligible for adoption, especially in the UK where adoption conditions are extremely harsh.

But as the saying goes, money can make the world go round.

As long as you pay, those cumbersome and stringent restrictions will open a window for you, and the size of the window depends on how much you pay.

Mike had never been in one of these orphanages, but he knew all about them. Everything in this world requires money. If you want to enter a good orphanage, you can't do it without money.

For an older street orphan like Mike, no matter how long you have been homeless, even if you have been homeless for just one day, your "price will plummet."

Now only the free welfare orphanage built by the government is willing to take Mike in, and this is only after he was caught by the "Social Welfare Department" but actually the "City Appearance Municipal Department" and went through the formal procedures.

But these orphanages, well, how should I put it?

In the words of those city appearance and municipal department personnel, "You sneaky little gangsters on the streets only deserve to rot in an orphanage like this."

Mike couldn't bear to recall the treatment of the orphans in these orphanages, and the most despairing thing was that no one would be willing to adopt the children in these orphanages. Even if there were, they would definitely not be kind. After all, the whole London Everyone knows what kind of children are in these orphanages.

So in order to avoid being caught by those "hyenas" and thrown into the orphanage, Mike had to stay away from the city and build a shack in a woods on the outskirts. And our Mike also named the shack he built with his own hands the Garbage House. The name is very appropriate, as this house is indeed made of garbage.

At this time, our Mike was lying on an old mattress in the garbage house after eating and drinking, his eyes fixed on the string of wind chimes on the roof.

After staring at it for 20 minutes, the string of wind chimes suddenly swayed in the absence of wind, making a crisp tinkling sound.

Looking at the string of wind chimes, a bright smile broke out on Mike's little face. This was the first time in half a year that he actively activated his ability to make the wind chimes move.

Mike thinks he is a superpower, and whenever he gets emotional, supernatural phenomena appear around him. Sometimes the glass in your hand suddenly cracks, sometimes a fire suddenly breaks out around you.

The severity of these paranormal phenomena depends entirely on the intensity of his emotions and is completely uncontrollable. This is also the reason why Mike himself moved to the woods. If this kind of supernatural phenomenon is frequently exposed in front of people, he will definitely have his water meter checked, and then he may be sectioned for study.

Since Mike discovered that his ability was related to his mood swings, he began to learn to control his emotions. Because he found that by mastering his emotions, he could control his abilities to a certain extent and let his abilities be used as he wished.

Obviously, the efforts over the past six months have not been fruitless.

He had successfully activated that ability just now when he was fighting the big black dog. At that time, all he could think about was beating the dead dog to death. Therefore, his short stick seemed to be enchanted with some kind of magic, which made it faster and stronger. become huge.

"In this case, the next step of planning can be carried out."

The boy's eyes sparkled in the darkness, and soon there was a slight snoring sound in the hut. The two consecutive active activations tonight were too tiring for this thin boy.