Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

| | | -\u003e -\u003e In the Hogwarts Hall, Mike is enjoying a rare leisure time with Benjamin and others.

Mike's first class a week ago was quite satisfactory except for the unpleasant announcement of the curse at the end.

After that, Mike, Harry and others also discussed it and made a detailed class schedule, requiring d.a. Army members to come to the Demand Room at 10:00 p.m. every week on January, March, and Friday, and the class hours are two hours.

At first, Mike actually wanted everyone to come to the class every day, because after the observation of the first class, Mike found that this group of members led by Qiu Zhang's magic spell talent is indeed a bit worse than those of the mutual aid association. If Without intensifying efforts, these people are likely to achieve nothing.

However, because Hermione felt that staying up late every day to make up lessons would affect the normal learning the next day, she finally adopted a three-day-a-week class system.

The result of this was as expected by Mike. By the end of all the courses in the first week, the senior members of the mutual aid association had completely mastered 'Safeguarding' and 'All Protection', while Qiu Zhang and others except Ha. Apart from the three of them and a few students of higher grades, there are very few people who can perfectly release the protection spell.

However, Mike didn't really care about it. He didn't expect the twenty or so people to perform well at first.

In his view, the learning outcomes of these people are not important, and Mike's main focus is still on mutual aid meetings.

Over the past week, Mike began to win over members frantically, even at the expense of lowering the threshold for borrowing.

However, while the newly joined members enjoy a lower loan threshold, they must also accept stricter contract restrictions. At this point, Mike has fully learned Hermione's spirit and directly attached the contract with the new members. A curse, and its effect is far more powerful than Hermione's.

Many people complained about this.

"Mike, do you really think that's a good idea?" Benjamin asked with a somewhat unnatural expression, "I mean the new student aid program. Don't you think that the loan threshold is so low and the punishment mechanism is so heavy? Is it too unreasonable? There will definitely be a lot of people who don't pay because they don't."

Everyone who was drinking tea heard the words and turned their attention to Mike's direction. Many of them, like Benjamin, were also beneficiaries of the original student aid plan. At that time, the Los Santos Group's student loans had extremely strict loan conditions. , so the people who applied for the loan at that time were the people who really needed the money.

And now the student loan in Los Santos has changed, and the low threshold has caused many people who are just trying to satisfy their vanity to start taking loans to Mike.

Afterwards, they spent the money wantonly, buying new clothes, new toys, new brooms...

The result of this is that there will be a lot of bad debts, and there are even many people who have borrowed money and are not ready to pay it back.

In a Muggle society, this would never work, because you don't have an effective way to collect debts.

But here is the wizarding society, and the curse that Mike has attached to the contract will make those who don't have money to be forced to obey the orders of the Mutual Aid, and thus become the slaves of the Mutual Aid.

Such a move is indeed beneficial to the mutual aid association in the short term, but it also undoubtedly makes the mutual aid association lose its original meaning. This is something that people like Benjamin who came from a mutual aid association and have special feelings for the mutual aid association do not want to see.

And for all this, Mike actually knew it all, he put down the teacup, turned his head towards Benjamin and said:

"First of all, you have to understand that although the punishment mechanism we set is strict, our interest rate is not high. Those who still do not pay do not deserve our sympathy, because they either did not intend to pay it back in the first place, or It's just that there is something wrong with the brain. Such a person is not qualified to be a member of the mutual aid society."

"But……"

"Okay, don't say any more." Seeing Benjamin continue to say, Mike waved his hand, "This is the best way to quickly increase our strength now, I can promise you, wait for this period of time to pass, I will put these All corrected."

Hearing that, Benjamin stopped speaking, but from his expression, he was still very concerned about this matter.

But Mike didn't pay more attention to him, but turned his attention to Franklin in the corner.

At this moment, Franklin was not as lively as he used to be. He collapsed on the chair as if he had lost his bones. If it weren't for his eyes still blinking, Mike would even suspect that he was dead.

He has been in this state for two whole days. Umbridge's club ban has been extremely effective. Now all clubs in Hogwarts, including Quidditch, have been shut down.

There are not many entertainment activities in Hogwarts, and Umbridge's move immediately caused a lot of resentment in Hogwarts Castle, especially the members of the various House Quidditch teams, who have been fortunately since the beginning of the school. Training hard, in order to achieve a good result in the next Quidditch league to win glory for the academy, but now Umbridge will shut down their team with a single order, how can this be tolerated?

So a large number of resistance movements began, and the various Quidditch school team members, including Harry and Franklin, all united and began to submit an application to Umbridge to re-establish the Quidditch school team.

No matter the method, however, Umbridge was indifferent.

She acted like she didn't care about the needs of the students at all, which made both Franklin and Harry depressed, especially the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, who had heard the news. Lying in the dormitory for three days without getting out of bed.

"Don't be so sad, Franklin."

Mike said helplessly to Franklin, or when he heard the words, he shook his head and said:

"No, you don't understand. Quidditch to me is like a propeller to an airplane. It's an indispensable existence!"

A black line was drawn across the faces of everyone present, and everyone was a little speechless at Franklin's metaphor.

At this moment, a lower grade Ravenclaw student suddenly ran over and said, panting:

"Senior Townley, no... not good! Professor Trelawney was fired from Umbridge, and they're kicking her out now!"

Hearing that, Mike's brows instantly wrinkled, while Franklin, who was still like a dead dog, immediately regained his energy, got up and said excitedly:

"That doesn't mean we don't have to take the goddamn divination class and make up stories for exams!"

Mike glanced at him angrily, got up and said:

"Anyway, let's go take a look."

...

Ten minutes later, Mike and the others came to Trelawney's office.

It is located above a small staircase in the divination classroom. Since Trelawney is homeless, this small attic is not only Trelawney's office, but Trelawney's home.

When Mike and the others arrived, a large number of people had gathered in the fortune-telling classroom. Obviously, most of these people were just like Mike.

"Damn it! You can't do this! That's my ancestor's crystal ball! Oh! Oh! That can't move either! That's the 'gas point' of the whole room, once it changes..., Merlin! You really Move it! You're done, the curse is on you, and soon you'll die! A miserable death..."

Incessant swearing came from the attic above the fortune-telling classroom, which was accompanied by the sound of many things being turned over and the sound of empty wine bottles being knocked over.

Mike and the others all stared curiously at the entrance of the stairs, wishing to go up and see what happened in person.

After a while, however, Umbridge walked down.

I saw her frowning, her right hand still covering her mouth and nose, as if she had just left some dirty environment.

And beside her, there were two tall Slytherin students who were watching the surroundings vigilantly like Umbridge's bodyguards.

"Hurry up and throw all her things out!" Umbridge said in a muffled voice, "I can't imagine that someone could survive in such a bad environment!"

After saying that, Umbridge walked down the stairs, and the two Slytherin bodyguards beside her dutifully separated the onlookers for her, so that she had more space to stand.

Filch's answer and Professor Trelawney's miserable cry were also heard from the small attic on the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, Filch's thin figure appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and he was hunched over with a huge suitcase on his back.

The suitcase looked heavy, because Filch's legs were shaking constantly, making one worry that he might fall down the stairs because of his instability.

He was followed by Professor Trelawney, who was holding Filch tightly, trying to stop him from taking things out of the attic.

Professor Trelawney was no longer her usual mysterious look. Her hair was stretched out like dry grass, and tears kept flowing from her red eyes with thick lenses. Terrible.

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd watching, and Professor Trelawney also noticed the classmates in the classroom.

As if to maintain her image as a professor, she immediately released her hand after discovering her classmates and started wiping away her tears.

However, just letting go like this gave Filch a chance. He jumped up with a big suitcase on his back and fell directly to the ground, where a dog gnawed at the mud.

Mike and the others were so close to the stairs that they could even hear the pained groans from Filch's bones.

"It must be painful!"

Franklin whispered to Mike, who nodded quickly.

After struggling for a long time, Filch struggled to get up, first smiled at Umbridge to please, and then said:

"Professor Umbridge, do you have any further orders?"

"Throw me this stinky rubbish out of Hogwarts!"

Umbridge still covered his mouth and nose, and waved at Filch with incomparable disgust.

Filch hurriedly said yes, and limped out of the crowd.

The way he walked looked ridiculous, but Mike and the others couldn't laugh, but the two senior Slytherin bodyguards next to Umbridge laughed.

On the stairs of the classroom, Trelawney, who had wiped away her tears, took a deep breath.

As if to maintain her face as a professor, I saw her with her head held high and her waist upright, walking down the stairs like a queen and walking towards Umbridge.

However, the two bodyguards around Umbridge, who were not vegetarians, stopped Trelawney when she was about to enter a meter near Umbridge.

"Umbridge, you vicious bastard!" Trelawney seemed to be unable to control her emotions, the muscles on her face kept twitching, and turbid tears kept falling from her eyes. , "I have seen your future! Soon! Soon you will be dragged to hell! And the devil inside will be more than happy to give you a kiss of death!"

"Enough, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore!" Umbridge frowned and said to a Slytherin beside him, "Get her out of here!"

Hearing the words, a Slytherin immediately stepped forward and grabbed Trelawney's arm, while the latter broke free and glared at the Slytherin and Umbridge, and said angrily:

"I'll go by myself!"

Seeing Trelawney being escorted out of the classroom, the onlookers looked at each other, and many of them showed panic on their faces.

Umbridge obviously noticed this too. She released her hand covering her mouth and nose, and looked at everyone with a self-conscious smile and said:

"Everyone, please listen to me. In our last review of Professor Trelawney, we found that she was completely incapable of teaching students, so for our students to learn really useful knowledge instead of wasting time on After making up all kinds of unfortunate little stories, we decided to expel Professor Trelawney.

In the coming time, we will try our best to find new divination professors for you. Divination classes and related exams have been temporarily cancelled until then. I hope everyone can focus on their studies so that they can achieve a better grade! "

After saying that, Umbridge nodded towards everyone, and then left the classroom without even thinking about it, leaving only the classmates to discuss with one glance at me.

"Is Umbridge crazy?" whispered Franklin. "Isn't she afraid?"

Mike shook his head.

Umbridge's recent behavior is indeed a bit abnormal, not at all like something that someone who has just received death threats can do.

But judging from the fact that Umbridge would often turn her head very alertly when she just spoke, and observe the bodyguards who were already with her, it seemed that she didn't care about the 'death threat' at all.

wait, bodyguard?

Those Slytherin bodyguards!

Mike's eyebrows were suddenly wrinkled, and he seemed to be thinking of something very important!