Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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In the corner of the bathroom, the dirty clothes Mike had changed were gone, replaced by neatly folded clean clothes and a fluffy bath towel.

You don't need to think about Mike to know that this is definitely the masterpiece of the house-elves. Since Mike solved the food crisis at noon yesterday for them, they began to treat Mike as a father. trivial.

Picking up the towel, Mike began to wipe his body, and at this time he also noticed that there was an extra figure in the reef painting hanging on the wall.

Mike took a closer look and realized that it was a blond mermaid.

The mermaid looked like it had just emerged from the sea, with water droplets still hanging from her body, her wet blonde hair sticking to her fair skin, and water dripping from it constantly.

She just sat on the reef like that, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked at Mike with piercing eyes, without any intention of looking away.

Seemingly noticing that Mike was looking at him, the mermaid's body slowly twisted, her hands were constantly swimming around her body, and she even stretched out her tongue to lick the water droplets on the corner of her mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Mike smacked his mouth. Compared to Myrtle just now, this mermaid was much more powerful.

He had a hunch that the mermaid had a wonderful performance for him.

But just when Mike was about to get closer to take a closer look, Myrtle on the side screamed and threw herself on the portrait, cursing the mermaid constantly while a pair of small hands kept scratching on the portrait.

It's a pity that the ghost can't touch the real thing, no matter how hard she tries, she still can't hurt the portrait in the slightest.

However, Myrtle's crazy behavior shocked the mermaid in the painting. She jumped into the sea with a scream and disappeared.

"You bastard! You will only seduce men! I curse you to be imprisoned here for another thousand years!"

Myrtle was still cursing at the portrait, while Mike got dressed and left. Since there was no good show to watch, he was no longer interested in staying in the bathroom.

It was noon after leaving the bathroom, and Mike went straight to the auditorium, where he was going to visit a key person after having lunch here.

Due to Dumbledore's reckoning after the fall,

At this time, it seemed sparse, and only a few students who did not make mistakes were still gathering here to eat lunch.

At the same time, Mike also noticed that the four gemstone hourglasses in the hall foyer, which represent the divisions of the four colleges, also changed.

Except for the hourglass of Ravenclaw, the gems in the hourglasses of the other three colleges have completely disappeared, which means that their college points have been deducted by the professors.

Mike smiled and found a seat and sat down. Immediately, a large amount of food appeared on the empty plate in front of him, and the whole plate was piled high.

This scene caused the jaws of the two Gryffindor students next to them to drop in shock. The two of them had only a measly few green beans and a dry steak on their plates.

Obviously, the house-elves were blatantly starting to take revenge, and Gryffindor was the most energetic when they destroyed the auditorium.

Mike shook his head and began to enjoy this overly sumptuous lunch.

But at this moment, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Hey! Mike! You're finally out of the hospital!"

Mike turned his head and saw that Ron was looking at him excitedly.

His eyes fell on Mike's plate again, and then his eyes became a little weird.

"Uh, your lunch is a little different from ours, it seems... too rich."

"No, it's your illusion."

"Yeah...is that so?" Ron scratched his head, turned his head and waved behind him, "Leave that aside, I brought Harry and the others too. Harry, Hermione, don't be embarrassed. , come here quickly."

Mike looked in the direction of Ron's beckoning, and saw that Harry and Hermione were watching from a little further away.

Seeing that Mike discovered them, the two of them stopped hiding and slowly came to Mike's side.

However, Mike found that the expressions of the two of them were a bit cramped, and their limbs were stiff.

"Mike, I'm sorry, we didn't come to see you when you were in the hospital, and we didn't come to pick you up when you were discharged."

Harry rubbed his hands together and said awkwardly, while Hermione beside him nodded hastily.

"Actually, it's not our fault, Mike," Ron explained. "Mrs. Pomfrey won't let us visit you, and your release date hasn't been announced, so... ah!"

Halfway through Ron's words, Hermione stomped on his foot, and his words turned into screams.

Mike shook his head with a smile, and said softly:

"Ron is right. It's not your fault, so don't take this to heart."

Hearing this, Ron immediately raised his head and glared at Hermione and Harry with his pained, twisted face, mumbling something like 'I'm right, Mike won't care'.

And Harry and Hermione are still bowing their heads, obviously, they have not let go.

Mike sighed and started enjoying his lunch.

He really didn't take it to heart, but Hermione and Harry didn't think so, they felt sorry for Mike

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Ron, who was rubbing his feet by the side, saw that the scene suddenly became deserted and hurriedly asked:

"Mike, do you have any clues about that assassin?"

As soon as these words came out, the two Gryffindors around the group immediately stopped their movements and pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

The riots in the past few days were caused by Mike trying to catch an assassin, which is undoubtedly a big melon.

When Mike heard the words, the corners of his mouth also rose. He cleared his throat and answered with a deliberately raised volume:

"Unfortunately, I haven't caught the assassin yet. But I already have a new idea. I will visit Professor Slughorn after I have lunch. I believe he will give me some important help. ."

Mike's voice echoed in the auditorium, and many students who were eating lunch raised their heads blankly.

And when they saw that it was Mike who was speaking, the expressions on their faces immediately became exciting.

Mike was also watching their reactions secretly, and when he saw a few Slytherin students sneak out of the auditorium after hearing what he said, his face showed a slight arc of undetectable.

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After lunch, Mike went to Professor Slughorn's office alone.

Just now Hermione and Harry both expressed concern about Mike's way of telling his next plan in public, but Mike was not afraid, because this was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve.

At the same time, he also refused Harry and others' request to accompany him to visit Professor Slughorn, on the grounds that too many people would be detrimental to his negotiation with Slughorn, which made Harry and others All are very depressed.

Mike quickly arrived at the door of Professor Slughorn's office. Mike didn't knock on the door. It was unnecessary. At this time, there was a lot of magic power wrapped around the door of Professor Potions Professor's office. Traces of prohibition, so there is a high probability that Slughorn in the office has found him.

Sure enough, after Mike waited for a long time, the door of the office opened, and Professor Slughorn in a plaid suit appeared in Mike's present.

Slughorn's fat face was covered with a smile as bright as the sun, and he said with a smile with his arms slightly open:

"Merlin, look who this is, Mike, it's so nice of you to come and see me! Come in!"

With that said, Slughorn moved away from the body that completely blocked the door.

Mike nodded and entered the office with a blank expression.

As soon as he came in, Mike smelled a fragrance, which smelled like some kind of burning plant, but it didn't suffocate the nose. Instead, it smelled a kind of refreshed feeling.

Mike's eyes rolled back and forth in the office, finally identifying the source of the smell - a half-smoked cigar standing on Slughorn's desk.

This cigar is obviously not an ordinary cigar. Most of the snow-white ashes on it that have been burned out did not fall off like a normal cigarette, but were firmly attached to the cigarette butt that was still smoking faintly.

"Aha! This is a Nepalese cigar. The tobacco leaves in it are grown by the Nepalese goblins on the snowy mountains." Slughorn noticed Mike's gaze and explained with a smile, "These tobacco leaves have a refreshing and stress-relieving effect. I have to say that although those goblins are ugly, the tobacco leaves they grow are really good. However, because the output is too small, the prices of cigars and cigarettes made from this kind of tobacco leaves are very high.”

After saying that, Slughorn came to the desk with a big belly, picked up the cigar and took a big breath.

With the light of the cigarette butt hidden in the thick ash, Slughorn's face showed an expression of enjoyment. He slowly closed his eyes, and after holding his breath for a while, the words in his mouth faded to almost nothing. Invisible smoke was exhaled.

"It was a real treat!"

Mike didn't see Slughorn's intoxicated expression, he was watching the office now.

Obviously, Slughorn is a real old-fashioned aristocrat. In his office, he has a large number of works of art from various countries, such as ancient porcelain from China, fancy headdresses of Inca and strange-shaped silver ornaments of ancient Persia. Mike even found a half-opened coffin in the corner, which contained a mummy covered in yellow bandages.

But these are nothing. What really shocked Mike was the huge row of bookshelves behind Slughorn's desk. In Mike's vision of magic perception, the books on it were exuding a rich white magic aura. It turned out to be all magic books!

Knowledge is wealth, this sentence is completely true in the wizarding world, and this entire row of magic books also made Mike really realize how rich the Slughorn in front of him really is!

"Mike, you must try this cigar. This is a rare opportunity. This year I failed to get the tobacco leaves of the Nepalese goblin. This is my last survival."

Mike looked over to see Slughorn pulling a cigar from a wooden box and handing it to him.

Slughorn apparently did not speak, because his expression was so painful at the moment.

Of course Mike wouldn't do things that appeal to people, and he shook his head slightly to reject the other's kindness.

Seeing this, Slughorn seemed to be relieved, but he was muttering hypocritical words such as "It's a pity".

After Slughorn carefully put away the cigar again, he looked at Mike again and said:

"So, Mike

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Ke, what is the matter with you coming to see me this time? "

"Yes, I actually need your help with one thing, Professor."

Mike paced the office and smiled at Slughorn.

Mike was polite because Slughorn wasn't as stupid as he appeared to be.

In fact, in McEye Rhys Lughorn is simply a model of wisdom and foolishness.

Although he looks obese, in fact, his brain is filled with slow wisdom and humanistic sophistication.

In this turmoil, Slughorn immediately stopped the Potions class and sealed himself in this office with a lot of powerful restrictions, which made him fundamentally inferior to other professors. Not affected in any way.

Moreover, although he appeared timid as a mouse, he was actually daring!

You must know that now is when Voldemort is rampant outside, but even so, he still accepted Dumbledore's invitation to come to teach at Hogwarts.

This is the most authentic surrender, if Voldemort gains power, his end will be very tragic!

If there is no accident from Mike, the old man Slughorn must have some trump card, enough to make him not afraid of Voldemort's trump card!

This hole card may be a powerful magic item, or the knowledge in his brain, or his extraordinary network.

But there is no doubt that Slughorn is definitely a capable person, such a person, Mike will never despise.

On the other side, looking at Mike's smiling face, Slughorn was a little flattered. His body trembled, and he said quickly without noticing that the ashes of the cigar in his hand had fallen on the carpet:

"Oh! This is my duty as a professor! Just tell me, as long as it is within my power, I will definitely help you."

Slughorn spoke firmly, but his heart was beating drums.

He was a little afraid that Mike really made some unreasonable demands.

"Really?" The kindness on Mike's face grew stronger as he walked slowly towards Slughorn, and finally whispered into his ear, "Don't be nervous, Professor. I just wanted to know, truth be told. Is there really no way to get rid of the side effects of the drug that have the potential to turn people into idiots?"

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^