Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 10 Malfoy's Provocation
"Poor kid, I've heard about your story." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike sympathetically, "I assure you, no one in Hogwarts would dare to discriminate against your bloodline."

Mike was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then his eyes turned red.

He immediately realized that what Professor Flitwick was talking about was about the incident at the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't expect it to reach the professor's ears so quickly. The British wizarding world is really small.

Mike almost forgot about this incident. He always felt that he was not a person who held grudges, and he usually reported revenge on the spot.

But the appearance still needs to be done, but fortunately decades of life experience has given him perfect acting skills.

Seeing Mike's aggrieved appearance, Flitwick's heart almost broke. He thought that he was the same as the child in front of him, because he was discriminated against by people around him because of his fairy blood.

But his temper was very bad back then, no matter who Flitwick thought he offended him, he would take out his wand and ask him to eat a flame.

It wasn't until he won the duel championship that his temper gradually improved, because no one dared to offend him anymore.

"Oh, poor boy. It's all right, it's all right now." Professor Flitwick reached out and stroked Mike's short blond hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flitwick. You are the first person to be kind to me." Mike said, wiping away tears that did not exist.

After another round of pleasantries between the two, Mike bid farewell to Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you very much, Dean Flitwick!" Mike bowed deeply to Flitwick, "Can I ask you again in the future?"

"Of course, kid, the door of my office is always open for you, hurry up, or you will miss lunch." Flitwick smiled and nodded at Mike, and seemed to think of something, and gave Mike a funny wink Blinking, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge, it will make a mess of the lounge. You can go to the eighth floor, and you should be rewarded."

"Thank you, Dean."

After bidding farewell to Flitwick, Mike walked alone on the way to the restaurant. The bad sales just now were very worthwhile.

Not only did he get a solution to his weak spell power, but he also got the promise that Flitwick would support him.

Most crucially, Flitwick had given him permission.

The 8th floor is the floor where the Room of Requirement is located, and Flitwick's last words undoubtedly imply that he can enter the Room of Requirement.That way he wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore suspecting him when he entered Requirement.

It's not that Mike is overly cautious. According to the original book, Hogwarts Castle itself is a magical item, and the principal himself probably has the right to monitor all the facilities of the school.

Just as he was thinking, Mike had already walked into the restaurant.

There were a lot of little wizards eating in the restaurant, so Mike found a table to sit down at random, and steaming food immediately appeared on the plate in front of him: beef stew with potatoes and white bread.

"Mike! What have you been doing these days? We've been trying to find you."

Mike looked towards the sound, and saw the three saviors standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so interesting. I've been exploring it for the past few days, although I haven't even finished exploring the Ravenclaw lounge." Mike joked while spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders.

Hermione obviously didn't believe this, and choked: "I think some people have been busy hooking up with senior sister these days!"

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense." Mike hastily denied.

"You lied, I saw it in the library, you kissed me with those senior sisters!"

Mike didn't expect Hermione to care about such things, and joked: "Oh? Why do you pay attention to me so much? Do you like me?"

"No! It's just a coincidence, you...don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's face turned red instantly, and she was about to run away.

But a teenager with platinum blonde hair stopped her.

"Wow! Come and see, everyone, Miss Know-it-All from Gryffindor and the blond kid from Ravenclaw are on the way!"

"What are you doing here, Malfoy!" Harry yelled at Draco.

"Get out of the way! Is that how your parents taught you to treat a lady? You uneducated bastard." Mike stood up and stared at Draco fiercely.

It seemed that this look reminded Draco of his embarrassing scene on the train, and his face turned livid.

"Ma'am? Can you be called a lady with this kind of big die?" Draco said, drooling, "But she is very suitable for you, Mike. You two dirty mudbloods!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. As soon as the umbrella was raised, someone came to his door to let him stand up.

He took out his wand, pointed at Draco and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

Draco was absolutely right, he didn't believe that a Muggle mudblood like Mike could learn so much magic in just a few days, and he, he was a pure-blood nobleman, and he had been learning magic since he was a child.

"Mud! Ba! Seed!" Draco said every word.

"All petrochemical!"

A ray of light that was barely visible to the naked eye hit Draco, Draco's body froze, his face still maintained that ferocious expression, and a stone-like gray emerged from his body.This is Mike's petrification spell.

The petrification curse Mike just mobilized his emotions, which is not difficult for Mike who has been training for half a year, and the effect of this technique of emotional release is also very good.

The power of the spell has obviously become stronger, and the petrification spell before that kind of luster is not there, and this is the sign that the petrification spell has entered the room.

Seeing Draco being petrified, all the people around let out an exclamation.

"You will be expelled! You are not allowed to cast spells in the hall, we should tell the professor!" Hermione burst into tears, the poor child did not understand how vicious the three words Mudblood contained.

Mike didn't care about this. In a place like Hogwarts, blood discrimination violated political correctness.He cares more about the skill of emotional spellcasting, which has a great bonus to spells, which also confirms his guess about the essence of magic: magic power is like chakra, a fusion of physical power and spiritual power.Therefore, when the mood is high, the casting power will increase, and the magic power of the little wizard will increase with age.

Besides, he has a backer now.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Professor Flitwick rushed to the hall on his short legs.

"I want to see which little bastard dared to hit me in the face! Aha! Draco Malfoy! You are really capable, just like your damn father!" Professor Flitwick was very angry, He had just slapped Mike on the front foot, but he didn't expect someone to slap him in the face on the back foot.

As for the fact that Mike released the petrification spell on Drake, he selectively ignored it, otherwise he would have done more.

"How dare you! How dare you violate the school rules so presumptuously!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived, and Professor McGonagall was obviously furious. He never expected that there would be new students just a few days after the start of school Dare to violate school rules, especially in public.

And Snape stood beside Mag without saying a word. He was nearby just now and witnessed the whole process, which was why Draco dared to be so arrogant.

But Draco made a mistake this time.

The three words "Mudblood" are simply the opposite of Snape, because of these three words he lost his Lily.

"50 points deducted from each of you two! 10 days in confinement!" Professor McGonagall made the verdict.

"I protest! I can't listen to your McGonagall this time!" Professor Flitwick obviously couldn't accept this way of dealing with the top [-] boards, "Little Malfoy dared to call Mike a Mudblood! He deserved the Sinopec curse." !"

Hearing the words Mudblood, Mag's face changed drastically.

"Slytherin deducted 100 points, Draco Malfoy will be locked up for 15 days, and I will personally watch over it." Professor McGonagall looked at Drake's hideous face, pursed his lips and said, "Mike Townley is locked up for a day. Shut up! Guarded by Professor Flitwick."

(End of this chapter)