Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 196

Mike returned to the dormitory, changed into a plain robe, got up again and left the lounge. The matter of contacting Abbott can be put aside for now. Anyway, Dolphin has already been planted with nightmare seeds, which can be monitored in real time. What a moth.

Leaving the tower quickly, Mike finally came to the office of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts on the second floor after walking through the maze-like corridors.

For Lockhart, Mike obviously didn't have any awe, he pushed open the door and walked in without even knocking.

The layout of Lockhart's office is similar to the last time Mike came, the air was filled with a smell that was a bit cloying, and when Mike pushed the door and entered, Lockhart was holding a letter and kissing He was obviously taken aback when he suddenly saw Mike coming in, put the letter down in a hurry, and wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve.

"Um, Mike, it's been a long time." Lockhart said with a smirk, "I'm replying to my fans, well, you know, some fans want some small gifts, and my kiss is very important to them It is the best gift ever.”

Faced with Lockhart's perverted approach, Mike really felt a little disgusted.

Without replying to Lockhart, Mike looked back and forth at Lockhart, and suddenly found a glass of liquid that was still emitting a faint red light on Lockhart's table.

Mike looked in the cabinet next to him, and he found a bottle of wine that had been opened. The year on the bottle was written in white paint: 1820.

"Professor Lockhart, it seems that your quality of life has improved recently, and you have drunk such a good wine." Mike said as he walked with his hands behind his back, "You recently made a fortune. "

"It's okay, it's okay. This bottle of 1820 Starlight Red Wine tastes really good. Although it's a bit more expensive, it's worth it. Why don't you try it too?" Lockhart had a bright smile on his face. Get up and pour Mike a drink.

Mike, on the other hand, was unmoved. To be honest, he didn’t even know whether the bottle of wine was expensive or not. What he said just now was nothing but bragging. If you asked him to evaluate the wine in the Muggle society, he would be okay. Let me tell you, as for the wine in the magic world, he really doesn't know anything about it.

"Forget it, Lockhart, I'm not yet of age."

"That's right! Look at my memory!" Lockhart patted himself on the head and said, "Mike, you performed so well that I even forgot your age."

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, I already know that you used the match between me and Cedric to live alone." Mike's face suddenly turned up, and he walked to Lockhart's desk and shouted sharply, "I'm very sorry Angry Lockhart, what do you say about this matter?"

"What...what to do."

"It's already at this time, so don't pretend to be stupid!" Mike punched the desk, and the loud sound made Lockhart, who was sitting on the chair, tremble, "I don't care how much money you make, I Ask for half!"

After speaking, Mike picked up the glass of red wine on Lockhart's table, and poured the still glistening red wine on the letter that Lockhart had just kissed.

And at this moment, Mike was surprised to find that the letter was signed by Hermione Granger.

Mike frowned at the first sight of this name, and Mike didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Hermione adoring Lockhart. After all, she was only a teenage girl, and it was normal to chase stars. .

But now Lockhart is still doing this kind of hickey letter, which is really disgusting.

'Looks like it's time to intervene appropriately. '

Thinking of this, Mike cleaned up the wine glass, and then poured half a glass of wine again, put it on his nose and smelled it.

In an instant, a strong smell of wine came to his nostrils, making Mike nod in satisfaction.

Based on the smell alone, Mike can be sure that this bottle of wine must be worth a lot of money.

And Lockhart, who was sitting beside him, finally opened his mouth after quietly watching what Mike did.

"It's impossible for you to want half of it. This solitary living was proposed by Ludo Bagman, and most of the big-spending Duke was also brought in by him, so I only got 2% of it myself."

"Oh? So how much is your [-]%?"

Facing Mike's aggressive questioning, fine beads of sweat appeared on Lockhart's forehead.

To be honest, he really wants to report a smaller number to fool Mike now, but seeing how Mike is like this, he should go to Ludo Bagman later, and then his lying will be ruined.

Before the duel match, Lockhart might not have cared about such a trivial matter, and would even go straight back, but now it's different. As the referee of the duel match, he knows how terrifying Mike's strength is. It was a monster. Lockhart swore that he had never seen anyone who could possess such terrifying strength in the second year. I am afraid that only Voldemort and Dumbledore could match it.

And I heard that Mike still has a lot of friendship with the young master of the Hunter family. If he offends him, he will definitely be overwhelmed by then.

Thinking of this, Lockhart stroked his sweat-soaked bangs, and said in a hoarse voice: "I got a total of 1500 Galleons after the cost, and now I have already spent 500, and I have 1000 left... "

As if he didn't hear what Lockhart said, Mike raised his glass and took a sip.

Immediately, an indescribable unknown aroma combined with the unique sweetness of red wine flooded Mike's throat, which made Mike close his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Lockhart on the side was a little flustered that Mike opened his eyes, stretched out his left hand and said two words faintly: "Bring it."

Lockhart was taken aback by Mike's sudden hand reaching out, and he shrank back suddenly, while keeping his hands in front of him, with an extremely terrified expression on his face.

He thought Mike was going to beat him.

Lockhart slowly put down his hand until he heard Mike's words, and asked with a hint of luck in his heart, "How much?"

Hearing this, Mike's eyes suddenly became sharper, he glared at Lockhart, and then squeezed out two words again: "All!"

Lockhart's face was ashamed immediately, and he hesitated for a long time. Finally, he took out a small book from the drawer, opened a page and tremblingly wrote a series of numbers and his own signature on it with a quill pen in his hand, and finally tore it off before handing it in. In Mike's hands.

There was no way, Lockhart knew very well that even with the restrictions of the contract, it was too easy to kill him with Mike's current connections.

"This is a check from Gringotts." Lockhart said with a sad face. "With this check, you can go to Gringotts and get 1500 Galleons."

Lockhart's heart was bleeding, the 1500 Galleons almost emptied his coffers, and now he was once again a pauper.

Mike took a look at the check, and found that 1500 Galleons were clearly written in black magic ink, and at the signature of the check, Lockhart's flamboyant signature was vividly on the paper.

Mike suddenly remembered that when he first met Lockhart, Lockhart had boasted that his signature was designed by a special master, and today it is really pleasing to the eye.

After flicking the check lightly, and hearing its crisp sound, Mike finally showed a bright smile on his face.

Picking up the wine glass and downing the red wine, Mike gave Lockhart a thumbs up.

"The red wine is good." Mike got up and walked towards the exit, but when he was about to leave the office, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, if you let me know that you did such disgusting things to Hermione's letter, you will know the consequences."

"boom!"

Mike closed the door forcefully, and with a loud bang, only Lockhart was left slumped on the office chair in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

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Mike happily flung the check back to the Ravenclaw lounge. He found that the check was very tactile. The feel and sound of the check were excellent, and he didn't know what material it was made of.

All his money is still in the traceless stretching spell bag. Due to the large amount, he has piled up the traceless stretching spell bag full of gold Galleons under his bed. Time to open an account at Gringotts.

Looking at the numbers on the check again, Mike felt elated.

He originally only wanted Lockhart to use the remaining 1000 Galleons, but he didn't expect Lockhart to give him 500 Galleons. It seems that writing novels is quite profitable.

Fortunately, Lockhart didn't hear this, otherwise, no matter how good Mike was, he would have to fight with Mike, and it was all the hard-earned money he earned through hard work.

Before he knew it, the door knocker with the eagle head appeared in front of his eyes.

Mike answered the door opening question in seconds, and quickly entered the lounge.

The moment he returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike found that the lounge was already full of people, everyone was laughing, and there would be cheers from the crowd from time to time.

"Mike! Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a long time!" Franklin said with Ah Fu holding a roasted chicken leg on his head, "Come on, come on, I saved your favorite Welsh rabbit for you, If you don't come, you will be cold."

After finishing speaking, Franklin took Mike to the sofa chair by the fireplace where Mike used to sit, and on the edge of the sofa chair, Penello had already sat down and was eating some snacks at the moment.

Mike was a little surprised by this. You must know that the lounge is very crowded now, and many people have no place to sit. How can this sofa chair be empty.

After asking Franklin, Mike found out that the reason why the lounge is so lively today is because everyone is celebrating their Hogwarts Quidditch League championship this year.

And this sofa chair is the seat left by everyone spontaneously for Mike. This was absolutely impossible before. Ravenclaw's eaglets are all very proud.

But after Mike won the duel contest, almost everyone was convinced.

Comfortably sinking into the sofa chair, Mike cut off a piece of Welsh rabbit and threw it into his mouth to chew.

Seeing Ah Fu on the top of Franklin's head looking at him eagerly, Mike smiled knowingly, cut another piece and put it into Ah Fu's long-opened mouth, and had a burst of extremely magical laughter.

"It looks like you're in a good mood."

Penello also leaned over at this moment, snuggled into Mike's arms and said lightly.

"That's right, I just made some extra money from Lockhart." And Mike didn't hide much, and said bluntly, "There is another very funny thing, you know? Hickey on the letter from the fan, can you imagine that scene? Lockhart with lipstick on his lips, and then kissed the letter and sent it to the fan, hahahaha.”

Penello was imagining the scene described by Mike, and immediately hugged Mike's neck and laughed wildly, but suddenly, the expression on her face became serious.

"you've been drinking!?"

"Um, just a little bit, really, just a small sip. You can smell it all, you are really amazing."

Penello was obviously not satisfied with Mike's answer, and let go of his arm around Mike's neck and continued: "Who told me last time that underage drinking can cause nervous system damage?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Mike changed the subject, "Tell me about today's game, did Roger and the others win well?"

Faced with Mike's lame transfer of the subject, Penello obviously wanted to say something else, but Franklin suddenly jumped out to answer Mike's question.

"In fact, they lost badly today." Franklin said, "Harry caught the Snitch only half an hour after the opening, otherwise we wouldn't have come back so early."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Just as Franklin finished speaking, Ah Fu on top of him laughed loudly, as if mocking Roger and his incompetence.

The smiles on the faces of Roger and others not far away suddenly froze when they heard the discussion here, and the original happiness disappeared immediately.

"How could it be possible to lose? Didn't it mean that we have already won the league?" Mike asked with some doubts, "Then today's celebration... Oh! I understand!"

Mike only figured it out halfway through the question. The point format used in the Hogwarts Quidditch League must be due to the fact that he had brought Roger and the others to play crazy games and accumulated a large amount of points. Jie and the others won the championship even if they performed unfavorably later.

Franklin saw that Mike had already figured out the reason, so he didn't want to explain any more. He nodded at Mike and put his head on Ah Fu and joined the carnival crowd again, crazily eating the tofu from the seniors.

And after Penello was suddenly changed by Franklin, he didn't plan to pursue Mike's drinking anymore, and continued to snuggle up to Mike, talking about some interesting things about him recently.

The fire in the fireplace twisted crazily, emitting endless light and heat, echoing with the carnival crowd in the lounge.

(End of this chapter)