Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

It was noon when Mike woke up the next day. After Dumbledore left last night, Madam Pomfrey poured Mike a large glass of medicine again. This medicine seemed to have a calming effect. Mike felt that after drinking it. Sleep more than usual.

Mike's wand and the wand cover sent by Professor Flitwick were all quietly placed on the bedside table. Mike reached for the wand, ready to check whether the wand was damaged in the previous battle.

As soon as the wand started, Mike noticed the difference. Although this black thorn pear wood wand looked the same as before, it gave him a world of difference.

Ollivander's skill is nothing to say, Mike has used other people's wands, but it's far worse than the blackthorn wand Ollivander chose for himself. Although other magic wands can also be used to release magic, there is always a sense of blockage in the transmission of magic power to the wand, which greatly reduces the power of the magic used.

The black thorn wood wand has no such feeling at all, and the magic can come and go freely in it. Compared to using other wands, Mike's magic wand with blackthorn wood is at least 30% stronger.

And after the Battle of the Forbidden Forest, the wand felt to Mike as if it wasn't a wand at all, but an organ of Mike's own.

The moment the palm of the hand touches the wand, the magic power automatically fills the entire wand.

This kind of feeling is very strange. Under Mike's magic perception, the running state of magic in the wand is exactly the same as the running state in his own body.

In this state, when Mike released the spell, he didn't need to spend any effort to infuse the magic into the wand. The magic would automatically replenish the magic in the wand as if he had his own consciousness.

Mike knew exactly what that meant.

The speed of his spell release in the future will increase to a very exaggerated level, and the power of the spell will also become greater.

Mike didn't know the reason for this change in his wand, but he didn't care either. As Dumbledore had told him last night, whatever, as long as it turned out well. About the mutation of the wand, you can find time to ask Ollivander after the holiday, and you don't need to care about it now.

"Crack."

The door to the infirmary was opened, and Draco sneaked in.

"Hey, Mike. I came to see you as soon as I got the news that you're awake, and you're all right."

"You coward," Mike said, staring blankly at Malfoy.

"I didn't run away, I went to find rescue." Draco scratched his head embarrassedly, "Look, didn't I take that big Hagrid to rescue you later? You should really thank me , if it wasn't for me, you might have been burned to death."

"You coward."

"I didn't mean to, I was just terrified." Draco's face flushed.

"You coward."

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Come on!" Draco said angrily.

"I'm sorry and it's over? What else do Aurors do?"

"Then what else do you want?" Draco heard what Mike meant. "Well, I forgive you for breaking my nose, and you don't tell anyone what happened that night, how about that?"

Mike stroked the wand in his hand and looked at Draco with a half-smile.

"Plus ten ounces of dragon blood, and I'll keep it a secret for you. You don't want the whole world to know about you leaving your classmates and running away alone."

"Five ounces at most, that thing is too expensive!" Draco looked at Mike's smiling face, angrily.

Mike understands the principle of letting it go, and nodded to Draco. The market price of an ounce of dragon blood is about 100 gold Galleons.

And it has been out of stock for a long time. Five ounces is five hundred gold Galleons, which is almost as much as the income from selling Dolphin's magic drink for one semester.

Seeing Mike nodded in agreement, Draco was obviously relieved, and the expression on his face eased a lot.

He walked to Mike's bed with a twisted pace, raised his head proudly and said, "Besides, after going through the Forbidden Forest, I think you may be a special mud... um, Muggle wizard ...maybe we can make a friend."

"One of the 28 noble pure-blood families, the descendants of the Malfoy family would want to make friends with a mudblood? Malfoy, did you get hit on the head by a troll?" Mike said sarcastically, "Don't use that kind of stuff. The gesture speaks to me, and all I can see is your dirty nostrils and the disgusting nose hairs inside."

Draco was a little surprised to hear Mike claiming to be a Mudblood at first, but he immediately went wild when he heard the words behind.

"You think I want to be friends with you? I wouldn't care about people like you if my dad hadn't told me to have a good relationship with you! If you don't want it, then I didn't say it." Draco put his hands on his back. On the edge of the bed said, "But trust me, if you keep hanging out with people who don't have talent, sooner or later you'll be like them."

With that, Draco slammed the door and walked away.

"It's really surprising, Draco's father even attracts a talented Muggle wizard, which is not shown in the original book." Mike thought, "But it is also reasonable, racial Discrimination, blood discrimination, etc., are all insignificant in the face of sufficient interests. I performed well enough, so it attracted their attention, which is normal. "

In addition, although the trip to the Forbidden Forest did not obtain the blood of unicorns, Draco, the big head, took the initiative to send Mike five ounces of dragon blood, which was a solution to Mike's heart. Otherwise, with Mike's financial resources, it would still be difficult to buy such an expensive material as dragon blood. It's good now, but maybe there will be some left.

After thinking about it, Mike lay down again and stopped thinking about Draco. The conversation with Draco just now made his head hurt again, and he needed a good rest.

Unfortunately, Mike is destined to have no way to rest today. Not long after Draco left, Harry and the others came to visit him again.

Harry and Ron, the two heartless guys, only asked Mike about what happened that night to go back and brag with his friends, which made Mike's already aching head hurt even more.

Or Hermione Little Lolita. As soon as I entered the door, I squatted beside Mike's bed and asked for warmth. I would help to peel an apple and pour water for Mike.

Hermione's eyes were still red, obviously crying before she came.

Looking at the beautiful little loli in front of him, Mike only felt that his heart was about to melt.

Mike didn't have the slightest desire in his heart. That's how some people are. Just their own smile and temperament can awaken hope in others' hearts. Mike thinks Hermione is such an angel.

What a good girl, why did you marry Ron in the original book?