Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 347 Zhou Hong Injured
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 in their brains, most of them would believe it. People must be able to distinguish clearly that these are nothing but 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 imagined.

Along the way, except for Ravenclaw's classmates, almost most of the other college 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 it is good that no one bothers him in this state.

With a smile on his face, he came to the classroom unhurriedly. Franklin and the others immediately stood up and waved their arms to signal Mike to sit beside them.

This class is a history of magic class shared by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and the official Hogwarts' most dedicated professor who serves as the professor-Ghost Professor Bins.

The History of Magic course was recognized as the most boring course in the school. Professor Binns was wheezing, kicking and dragging his tongue when he spoke.

If a living old man spoke like this, others would be very nervous, because this tone would make people wonder if he was about to fall to the ground and die suddenly.

But Professor Binns is a ghost, so this tone has only one effect of hypnosis.

And this kind of hypnotic effect is very significant. If it is a hot summer day, Mike believes that most people in this classroom will all fall asleep in 5 minutes.

Fortunately, it is September, the temperature is not too high, and it is still in the morning, everyone just woke up from the dream.

So except for a very few little wizards who stayed up late last night, most of the people didn't fall asleep, but they didn't intend to concentrate on listening to the lecture. Franklin was laughing and playing with Mike and others, and Ron was going too far. He even played wizard chess directly with Harry.

As an old dotted ghost, Professor Binns clearly doesn't care about classroom discipline.

Ever since, Mike and the others spent more than an hour in the history of magic class almost in small talk.

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

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

With the departure of Professor Binns, the students who had suppressed their voices completely let themselves go.

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

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"You go back first," Mike said, looking not far away, without looking back, "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 noses and blaming something, while Harry and Ron didn't care.

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

Mike didn't understand what Franklin wanted to say, so he gave Franklin a blank look, and 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 spoke in a serious tone, as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, he jumped back and disappeared into the crowd.

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

"You should be ashamed..."

As soon as he got closer, Mike heard Hermione's hysterical voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mike laughed. "What shame?"

Mike's voice startled the three of Harry, but then Ron hid behind Mike as if seeing a savior, poked his head out to look at Hermione, and said in an artificial tone:

"Oh! Mike, you've come! If you don't come to Professor Granger, you will be put in our confinement!"

After speaking, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"you!"

Hermione's hair stood on end in anger, she let out a roar, and instinctively raised her hand and threw the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron retracted his head long ago, and the blow was missed.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on!"

"Because of the Owl exams (Ordinary Wizarding Level exams), Mike." Harry explained aloud, "Hermione thinks we shouldn't sleep in Professor Binns's class, because these content will be required for the Owl exams when the time comes. She also said that our behavior is disgraceful."

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?" 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 It means that you can't sign up for the next difficult courses like Potions class!"

"I don't want to continue taking old Bat's lessons."

Harry muttered to himself, and Hermione gave him a blank stare, and it wasn't until he raised his hand in surrender that he continued:

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

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

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

"Thinking beautiful!"

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

"I haven't settled the score with you yet!" Hermione said, "Those two brothers of yours! How dare they sell 'quick-acting skipping candies' to everyone at such an important time? As a prefect, you must stop them!"

"Walter!?"

Hermione's words stunned Mike, who had been listening nearby.

"Quick skipping candy," repeated Ron, "is a candy that gives you diarrhea, nosebleeds, tummy aches, vomiting blood... so you can pretend to be sick and skip class." George and Weasley It's a good business, and I heard that it has reached the point where there are not enough people. Also, Hermione, I don't think we have the ability to stop them, even if we are now prefects."

"Of course I know what quick-acting skipping sugar is, I mean why are the two of them doing this?"

"They said they wanted to open a joke shop of their own, and they're raising money now," Harry explained, "but I don't think Mrs Weasley would allow them to give up their studies to do so."

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

On the other hand, Mike shook his head with a strange expression.

No one knew better than him that the Weasley brothers' explanation of Ron and Harry was a complete lie, because those two guys had no shortage of money.

Mike dared to bet that the reason why these two guys want to sell quick-acting skipping candies is entirely due to a wicked taste of wanting to see people make a fool of themselves in public.

But if you know what you know, Mike will naturally not expose the plans of the two Weasley brothers. He patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said:
"Okay, I'm hungry, let's go to the restaurant and continue talking."

After hearing Mike's words, the three of them who had been arguing for a long time stopped, and walked towards the restaurant together with Mike.

However, the scene of Mike in the morning reappeared. Along the way, as long as the students who saw the four of them seemed to have seen some evil forces, they all avoided in horror.

Even when they came to the restaurant and sat down on a long table, the students who were still eating around quickly dropped their half-eaten food and fled like gods of plague.

Harry looked a little lonely, bowed his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him:

"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 brisk.

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

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

Ron chimed in, but his tone was sly and it sounded more like he was jealous of the Malfoys having a lot of money.

Harry still lowered his head when he heard the words, and shook his head without saying a word.

"I'm serious, don't be unhappy, the main target of those reports is me, your life should not be affected too much."

"Um, in fact, Seamus had a falling out with Harry this morning, because Harry is always talking about the mysterious man." Ron said vaguely while stuffing sausages into his mouth, "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He's Harry's roommate."

"This is not my fault!"

Harry, who was still in a state of autism, suddenly raised his head and roared loudly,

"I didn't lie, Voldemort really came back! Mike was there at the time, he can testify for me!"

After Harry said that name, the entire auditorium fell silent. Everyone looked at Harry in horror, as if they were looking at a disaster star that would bring disaster to others. Many people even left the restaurant immediately.

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

Mike's brows were also frowned. It seems that there are not a few people who like to deceive themselves in Hogwarts, especially those Muggle-born wizards. They have no concept of Voldemort at all, so when Dumbledore told everyone After the warning was issued, they did not take it to heart.

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

Taking a deep breath, Mike was not going to chat with Harry and the others anymore, he directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

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

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

"Yes! Mike! My scars do hurt recently, and even... I even started to have nightmares recently! I often see my...my mother and...and a green light in my dreams... ..."

Harry's body was trembling constantly, and those words just now obviously hit him hard.

Hermione hurried up and comforted Harry while patting Harry's tensed back.

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

"Anything else?"

Harry shook his head hastily.

"Really?"

"Mike!" Hermione went into a rage, she said excitedly, "Don't ask me! Harry is already suffering!"

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

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

Mike originally wanted to rely on Harry to obtain some information about Voldemort, but now it seems that Harry still doesn't know how to use his ability in this area.

Sighing, Mike was about to get up and say goodbye.

Since he couldn't get what he wanted, there was no need for him to waste time here.

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

"Take it easy!" Zhou Hong yelled at another little boy, grinning his teeth, "It hurts me 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 began to use it to smear the back of his hand.

Mike got up quietly and came behind Zhou Hong. Harry and the others followed curiously when they saw this.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still cursing something in Chinese, while the little boy opposite him was horrified, pointing 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 at all.

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

And it wasn't until then that Mike set his sights on Zhou Hong's hand.

I saw dense scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was holding a piece of white fresh cream and constantly smearing these wounds.

It was obviously very painful to do so, 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 this voice, his body shook violently, and then he quickly covered his wound with his left hand and said with some fear:
"nothing!"

(End of this chapter)