Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 454 Course Selection
The next day, when the first ray of sunlight came from the distant mountain, Mike also opened his eyes.

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after a lapse of two months. Perhaps because he had spent too much energy the day before, he did not appear to recognize the bed, but had a good night's sleep.

After scribbling on the bed for a while, Mike finally got up and walked out of the dormitory when the sky was bright.

In the usual bustling lounge, there were only a few people talking in low voices.

Mike was not surprised by this at all. At this time, all the lower grade students should have gone to the classroom to prepare for class, while the senior students like them have more important things to do.

Today is the first day of school, and they need to re-select courses.

For Professor Flitwick, this is quite a cumbersome matter, because unlike in the third grade, not everyone can take the NEWT course in the sixth grade, and students must meet the requirements of the teacher to continue their studies.

For this reason, Professor Flitwick must first confirm the past achievements of the students before deciding whether you are eligible for course selection.

"Mike, you're getting up late. Professor Flitwick asked me to come over and tell you to choose courses." A black-haired boy walked over and asked Mike with a smile, "By the way, by the way, do you plan to take courses this year?" Which courses did you choose?"

He is the seventh-year prefect of Ravenclaw and this year's male student body president. His name is Clark, and he is Mike's new friend at the banquet last night.

Mike rubbed his ears, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue:

"I suggest you to take all the courses you can choose! You must know that this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can get all 12 newt excellent certificates, then any institution in the world will open the door to you , even the most demanding Ministry of Magic!"

Mike yawned. Although he felt that Clark was talking nonsense, the other party was also doing it for his own benefit, so Mike decided to say something good to perfuse him.

Just at this time, another familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"Come on, Clark, Mike is not you. He doesn't need to find a job after graduation! To me, he only needs to take a few major subjects like me, such as Charms, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. enough."

Mike and Clark heard the reputation and saw Franklin walking towards this side with a simple homemade hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at him, the mocking look on Franklin's face disappeared, replaced by a courteous smile.

"Hey Mike, do you want one?"

"Huh? Then let me try it."

Mike took a hot dog, tasted it and found that this simple hot dog with sausage, bread and ketchup tasted surprisingly good.

"Oh, did you do this yourself? That's great, I never thought you'd have this talent."

Franklin proudly raised his eyebrows at Clark, and seeing this, Clark became even more embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, Clark said sarcastically:
"Do you think Mike is you? His grades are much better than yours, so he has the right to choose. As for you, I'm afraid it's not because you don't want to learn that you didn't take other courses, but because of your grades, those professors don't want you at all. !"

"What did you say!"

"I said your grades are too bad and the professor wants you!"

"Can you say it again if you have the ability?"

"Say it again, say it again! Your grades..."

Mike's brows were furrowed, the two were too noisy.

"Enough, shut up!"

Following Mike's roar, the Ravenclay lounge returned to silence again. Franklin and Clark, who had been fighting, closed their mouths at this moment, but they kept staring at each other with their eyes. other side.

"Hey, you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Mike sighed, and said as he walked out of the lounge, "I have already selected my class for this year, and I will submit the application form now."

"What courses did you take?"*2
Clark and Franklin asked in unison, but then they reacted and looked at each other angrily.

Mike shook his head when he saw this, and stopped persuading him, but said to himself:

"Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Well, that's all."

Franklin immediately cheered, while Clark looked at Mike in disbelief and said:
"But why? You are obviously qualified to choose more subjects, why..."

"Why? No reason. I just don't want to be so tired. You know, I'm very busy, and there are a lot of things waiting for me to do at the Los Santos Group."

As soon as this remark came out, Clark fell silent, while Franklin glared at Clark with a provocative look, as if he had just won the Second World War with a smug expression.

The three continued to walk towards Flitwick's office. Halfway through, Mike turned his head and asked as if he suddenly remembered something:
"Franklin, you said you chose Potions, right?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

"But I remember that your grades in Potions should be good, but the elective requirements for newt-level Potions are excellent."

"Oh! Speaking of this, I'm so lucky!" Franklin said beamingly, "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than that old bat Snape, he has relaxed the elective of newt-level Potions Conditions, now as long as you have good owls grades, you can continue to take Potions."

"Hehe, are you so happy?" Clark snorted coldly on the side, "According to my knowledge, even Professor Slughorn used to say that Newt Potions needed an excellent owl score, although I don't know why he lowered it this year. It's not required, but you're lucky! I guess you must have stepped on a piece of shit!"

Hearing this, Mike nodded with a smile. The development of the matter did not exceed his expectations at all. Harry's Potions grades were good, but in order to satisfy his desire to become the savior teacher, Slughorn really lowered the newt Potions level. This also means that he will face more newt students in the coming year, which is not a labor-saving task for an old man of the same age as Dumbledore.

From this point of view, Professor Slughorn's sacrifice for this is really great.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mike's mouth began to rise unconsciously, and Clark and Franklin behind him were about to fight.

After stopping the two of them again, Mike led them directly into Professor Flitwick's office.

At this time, the office was already full of students who submitted course application forms like Mike. Professor Flitwick was sitting on a chair padded with books, wearing glasses, carefully reviewing each applicant's application form. submitted form.

His actions are very fast, and he basically gives suggestions at a glance at each reviewer's form. It can be seen that he is very in a hurry.

With such work efficiency, it was soon Mike and Franklin's turn. The moment Professor Flitwick saw Mike, his eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Give me the elective form, I'm going to teach the little wizards of the first grade soon, and I'm about to be late."

Seeing this, Mike and Franklin glanced at each other, quickly took out a stack of application forms from their respective pockets and handed them to Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick glanced at Franklin's form and declared the approval neatly, but when it was Mike's turn, he watched carefully page by page.

After discovering that Mike had only taken a few major courses, Professor Flitwick finally frowned.

"Mike, are you sure you only choose these few courses?"

Although Mike has basically taken all the main courses, Professor Flitwick still thinks that these courses are too few.

As Clark said before, the number of subjects will directly affect the evaluation of the student by the outside world. You must know that when people ask about your grades, they will not ask you which courses you have taken, but only how many NWETs you have obtained. Certificate.

Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed across Mike's face. Naturally, he couldn't tell the truth when facing Professor Flitwick, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, professor. Because I found that I'm not really interested in other subjects, and one's energy is limited. Rather than distracting my attention and learning more and more complicated courses, I prefer to take the specialization route. I devote my time to subjects that I enjoy and are more gifted at, such as - Charms."

Clark's expression on the side was weird, because that's not what Mike told him just now.

But he didn't expose Mike, but was watching the situation from the sidelines.

Professor Flitwick's brows also trembled when he heard the words. He could tell that Mike was making excuses, but there was no doubt that he was still very comfortable when he heard that Mike liked his Charms the most.

"Ahem!" Professor Flitwick coughed twice, "Alright then, you've passed!"

Mike looked happy, and quickly said:
"Thank you professor!"

After saying that, Mike turned his head and was about to leave the office, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Wait, Mike, I still have something to tell you." Flitwick looked at the other people in the office after speaking, "Go out first."

Clark, Franklin and the others looked at each other, and finally left the office slowly, leaving only Mike and Professor Flitwick.

"Teacher, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Don't worry, just sit down first."

Mike came to sit in front of Flitwick with some doubts, but the expression on Professor Flitwick's face at this moment was a little strange. He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively:

"Slughorn already had contact with you?"

"Yes, Professor," said Mike. "He invited us to lunch on the train."

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick immediately became furious. He jumped onto the table, kicked over the ink bottle on the desk, and roared:
"I knew it! This old fox must have come to please me because of you! This bad guy!"

Mike dodged the splashed ink with a tactical back, and looked at the furious Professor Flitwick with a bewildered face, and asked strangely after his mood stabilized a little:

"Um, what happened? Didn't Professor Slughorn say you have a very good relationship with him?"

"Aha! Very good relationship? What a joke! That guy never thinks highly of me! Do you know what he asked me to do? Huh?" Professor Flitwick growled, "He called me 'Brainless dwarf'! Oh! I'm so pissed off! If Dumbledore and the others didn't stop me, I would have smashed his bald head with my wand!"

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick was still pumping his fists violently, as if Slughorn's head was right in front of him at the moment.

"Slughorn! This guy loves vanity the most! His favorite thing to do is to promote and curry favor with those talented and powerful students, so that he can repay himself after those people get rich!" Professor Flitwick said through gritted teeth, " He must have discovered your talent, so he wants to take it under his command!"

The expression on Mike's face was a little weird. He really didn't expect that Slughorn and Professor Flitwick had this kind of trouble before.

But he is not stupid, he was really angry when he saw Professor Flitwick, he got up quickly and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know about the matter between you and that old bald man Slughorn before. Now that I know, I will go and make it clear to him now. I will always be your student, and you will always be My most respected teacher, there is no one! I will not go to any other potion classes!"

Saying that Mike turned around and was about to leave the office, Professor Flitwick's expression froze. He stared blankly at Mike's back, and after a while he hurriedly shouted:

"Come back soon!"

Mike looked back at Flitwick in a daze.

"Don't worry yet!" Professor Flitwick's tone softened a lot, "You still have to take Potions class."

"I know you're doing it for my own good!" Mike said righteously, "but I can't stand your being wronged!"

Hearing that a smile finally appeared on Professor Flitwick's face again, he nodded in relief and said:
"Listen to me first. Although that old guy Slughorn is hateful, his teaching level and connections are still very good. In addition, since he wants to gain your gratitude, he will definitely try his best to please you." You, sugar-coated bullets at you, so you just..."

As he spoke, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face became more and more treacherous, and Mike understood it, and borrowed from Flitwick's words:

"Eat the sugar coating, and the shells will return!"

"That's right! That's it, what you describe is so apt!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike, the old and the young, looked at each other, and they all laughed wickedly.

(End of this chapter)