Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Hearing that the ups and downs of Ms. Maxim's chest have become bigger, so big that Mike is worried that she will break her clothes because of her panting.

She took a deep breath and pointed her finger at Mike as if she wanted to blame, but Mr. Crouch, who had been silent from the beginning before she could speak, said:

"He was right. Any of your arguments now are meaningless. The Goblet of Fire has already made its decision."

"It's not fair!" Karkaroff roared, "If you insist on doing this, our Durmstrang will retire! And next time, we won't participate in the next competition. !"

"Don't be funny, Karkaroff." Crouch looked a little impatient, "Stop your false threat, you and I know it's impossible, Krum has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, this It's like signing a magical contract that cannot be violated! So, let's end the argument quickly! So that I can go home and sleep quickly."

At this time, Karkaroff looked like an old lion who was anxious. He stared at bloodshot eyes, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat Crouch.

But I don't know why, but he didn't even have any substantial movements.

As the situation seemed to be out of control, Dumbledore finally stood up.

"Well, everyone, why this happened like this, we don't know." Dumbledore's loud voice echoed in the small room, "But in my opinion, we now have no choice but to accept it. Since both Mike and Harry have been selected for the competition, then..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore..."

"My dear Ms. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Dumbledore just stared at Maxim who had interrupted him, and there was no wave in his blue eyes.

Under these eyes, Maxim still looked angry, but in the end he did not speak.

After a long time without seeing Maxim's response, Dumbledore moved his gaze to Karkaroff again.

Karkaroff felt a little hot suddenly, wanted to take off the fur cloak on his body but didn't dare, so he could only keep twisting in place.

"Okay, let's continue." Ludo came out to make a round. "We need to guide our warriors, don't you? Batty, it's up to you."

"Huh? Oh, yes, guidance." Batty Crouch's voice looked a little tired, "The first project...well, why not, Ludo, leave the guidance to you, I feel a little uncomfortable. It's so comfortable, I think I'd better go home and rest for a while."

After all, Crouch ignored the reactions of everyone present and walked out of the shadows and left the room.

When he passed the fireplace, Mike finally saw Crouch up close through the firelight in the fireplace.

He looked extremely haggard, with two deep shadows under his eyes, and his wrinkled skin was pale as paper.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Mike felt that Ludo on the side seemed to be cheering when he saw Crouch's weakness now.

"Hmm! In that case, let me guide the Warriors before the game." Ludo coughed to hide his expression, but the corners of his mouth still betrayed him, "The first event will It was completed on November 24th in front of all other students and referees. Since this project will test your courage and courage, I can’t reveal too many details. I want to tell you about it. Sorry.

The Warriors are not allowed to request or accept any help from any other teacher during the game. The only thing you can rely on during the game is the magic wand in your hand.

There is also good news for you. Because the competition is very demanding and lasts a long time, the Warriors do not need to take the school year exam.

I think that's it, Dumbledore. "

Ludo cast a questioning look at Dumbledore.

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at the direction of Crouch's disappearance with concern. "Is Barty really not staying at Hogwarts? We have a school doctor here."

"Leave him alone, Dumbledore. Being kicked out of the Law Enforcement Department has been a shock to him, so let him be alone." Ludo said, "At least I want to stay here. After all, Hogwarts is much more interesting than my office."

"So shall we go for a bedtime drink together?"

Dumbledore scanned the adults present with questioning eyes.

"No, Dumbledore!" Ludo waved his hand quickly and refused. "Just forgive me. I also want to stroll around Hogwarts in a sober state and recall my school days."

On the side, Karkaroff and Maxim didn't even say a word of refusal. They took Fleur and Krum and left the room. Mike even heard what they were saying in their own language on the way.

Dumbledore looked at the fast-departing people silently, smashed his mouth, and turned his eyes on Mike and Harry.

"Don't look at me like that, Professor. I'm not an adult yet." Mike smiled and joked. "If I'm an adult, I won't refuse you."

Dumbledore was taken aback when he heard the words, and then burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the room eased suddenly, and Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore who was laughing, sighing and shaking his head.

Even the gloom on Harry's face, who had been bowing his head on one side, faded a lot.

"That's all right, Mike, we must have a good drink when you become an adult." Dumbledore finally stopped and said with a smile, "And now, I suggest you go back to bed as soon as possible. I believe that the classmates of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw must be waiting for you to go back and celebrate together. After all, they finally had an excuse to have a big fight, and it would be too bad to take away this opportunity. "

After all, Dumbledore winked at Mike.

Mike understood, nodded and then led Harry out of the room.

The auditorium is now empty, and all students have returned to their respective lounges.

The flame of the candle was already very low, which made the grin of the jack-o-lantern look flickering, very strange.

With his head down, Harry looked up at Mike. He seemed to have taken a lot of courage and said, "I'm sorry, Mike."

"Why are you sorry?" Mike said.

"This should be your glory." Harry said with a choked down his head again, "but because of me..."

"Don't say that, I believe you didn't put your name in the goblet of fire."

Harry looked up quickly and looked at Mike in disbelief.

"Remember why Dumbledore told you not to sign up?" Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "It now appears that Dumbledore's concerns are correct."

"You mean..."

"Yes, there must be someone who wants to kill you, so they deliberately moved their hands and feet on the Goblet of Fire."

"But... But, who would do that?"

"Oh! Harry, there are too many people who want to do this." Mike exaggerated. "Think about it, you killed Voldemort. You said how much his men would hate you. "

At this time, the two had reached the fork in the corridor outside the auditorium. Harry seemed to want to say something to Mike, but Mike just shook his head and said:

"Well, you don't have to worry too much. Go back and rest. You will be fine with us."

After that, Mike smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Only Harry stood there blankly, silently watching Mike's back disappear into the darkness, and tears flowed down again.

What Harry didn't know was that Mike's smile disappeared the moment he turned, replaced by an extremely gloomy and cold expression.

...

In Ravenclaw's lounge, a special celebration is being held at this time.

When Mike opened the door guarded by the eagle-head knocker, a wave of cheers and whistles swept across.

This sudden change caused Mike to stagger, and then he stretched out his hands several times and pulled him closer to the lounge.

The Ravenclaws, who used to be quiet and calm, are now all crazy. They crowded Mike, cheering, and clamoring, as if they were chosen as the Hogwarts Warriors.

"Mike! I want to give you a monkey!"

A senior girl plunged into Mike's body at once, and was pulled away by someone behind, and the girl who pulled her away threw herself into Mike's arms instead.

Penello outside the crowd looked at this scene, not only not angry, but clapping with a grin.

She is really happy for Mike.

Everyone wanted to have some physical contact with Mike, as small as touching Mike, shaking hands, as large as a hug, face-up ceremony, and even a kiss.

This makes Mike feel like a mascot that can bring luck to people, and everyone can get good luck as long as they have contact with him.

After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the crowd and returning to the bedroom, Mike's face and neck had already had several lipstick marks.

"Wow! Mike, you are such a beautiful blessing!"

Franklin laughed at Mike, but his eyes were watching Penello's movements, ready to receive Penello's beating.

But to his surprise, Penello was not angry this time, but instead looked at Mike with concern.

Turning his head to look, Franklin saw that the smile on Mike's face at this time had long disappeared, replaced by a gloomy expression that could drip water.

The tense atmosphere instantly filled the dormitory, Benjamin and the others were all faceless, standing still obediently not daring to move.

"Uh, Mike. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be kidding you."

Franklin swallowed and immediately acknowledged.

"none of your business."

Mike said lightly, and sat on his bed with a blank face.

"It must be because of Harry?" Franklin breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a righteous indignation. "Don't worry, we will make the cheating guy pay the price, Hogwarts' only warrior. It can only be you!"

Mike didn't speak, just glanced at Franklin lightly.

"I don't think it's Harry's fault. After all, you and him are also very close friends. He shouldn't do this kind of thing." Penello sat next to Mike and said, holding him. "Maybe Someone moved something, such as throwing Harry's name in or something."

Benjamin nodded and said:

"What Penello said is not entirely correct. Harry's strength is much lower than His Excellency Tonley. Even if he signs up, he should not be selected.

I checked the information, and the protection of the Goblet of Fire is actually not strong. Some powerful wizards can use the obfuscation spell to make it make mistakes. So I think it's possible that someone moved the Goblet of Fire, making it think that there are four schools participating in the competition, and making Harry the only student in that non-existent school. In this way, Harry can sign up 100% successfully. "

Everyone in the room nodded, all convinced of Benjamin's explanation.

But Mike didn't say anything, he just rubbed his stiff cheek with a smile, and asked indifferently:

"Moody, when did you come back?"

"You mean he is the one who did the goblet of fire?" Benjamin said hurriedly, "but it's impossible. Moody's came back before the dinner. The Mutual Aid Association is still executing your order to monitor Moody's, so Moody's returned The time at Hogwarts will never go wrong~www.readwn.com~ Phew! So, that means there is someone else!" Mike exhaled deeply, stood up and said to Benjamin and others. "Listen, Benjamin! Doesn't your brother Zhou Hong have the ability to perceive people's hearts? Ask him to find me one by one and find the guy who made trouble for me.

In addition, all the members of the mutual aid association who participated in this matter will be given a bonus of 10 gold gallons, so that they can continue their efforts. "

"Understood! Your Excellency!"

Benjamin seemed to be a second-degree ill. He knelt down on one knee like a knight in the novel, and gave Mike a non-standard chivalry.

When the other members of the mutual aid association next to him saw this, they also knelt down like their boss.

Afterwards, under Mike's idiot's gaze, Benjamin led the people out of Mike's bedroom with high spirits.

Some speechlessly smashed his mouth, Franklin looked at Mike, who seemed to have recovered a little, and asked:

"By the way, Mike, didn't you just go to the pre-match coaching? What did they tell you?"

Mike looked at the curious looks of Franklin and Penello, and did not speak, but silently took out the note Barty had stuffed him before leaving.

As soon as the paper was taken out, it stretched out quickly, and everyone saw on the paper, a white fire dragon reflecting colorful light was roaring at everyone!

Franklin's mouth was so wide that he could almost stuff an egg. He asked in a trembling tone of disbelief:

"This...this is the test they gave you? A fire dragon?!"

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