Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Poor child, I heard about you." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike sympathetically, "I assure you that no one at Hogwarts would dare to discriminate against your bloodline."

Mike was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned red.

He immediately realized that Professor Flitwick was talking about what happened in the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't expect it to reach the professor's ears so quickly. The British wizarding world is really small.

Mike was about to forget about it. He always felt that he was not a vengeful person, and he usually avenged it on the spot.

However, he still has to do it. Fortunately, decades of life experience have given him perfect acting skills.

Flitwick's heart was almost broken when he saw Mike's aggrieved appearance, thinking that he was the same as the child in front of him at the beginning, because his goblin blood was discriminated against by the people around him.

However, his temper was very bad back then, and no matter who Flitwick thought he had offended him, he would take out his wand and invite him to eat a flaming fire.

It was not until he won the duel championship that his temper gradually improved, because no one dared to offend him again.

"Oh, poor boy. It's all right, it's all right now." Professor Flitwick reached out and stroked Mike's short blond hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flitwick. You're the first person to be nice to me." Mike wiped away tears that didn't exist.

After another chat, Mike said goodbye to Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you very much, Dean Flitwick!" Mike bowed deeply to Flitwick, "Can I ask you again in the future?"

"Of course, kid, the door of my office will always be open for you, hurry up, or you'll miss lunch." Flitwick nodded at Mike with a smile, and seemed to have thought of something, and winked at Mike funny. Blinking his eyes, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge, it will make a mess in the lounge. You can go to the eighth floor for a walk, it should be rewarding."

"Thank you, Dean."

After saying goodbye to Flitwick, Mike walked alone on the way to the restaurant. The horrific sale just now was worth it.

Not only did he get a solution to his weak spell power, but he also got the promise that Flitwick would support him.

Crucially, Flitwick gave him a license.

The 8th floor is where the Room of Requirement is located, and Flitwick's last sentence undoubtedly implies that he can enter the Room of Requirement. That way he wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore suspecting him when he entered On Demand.

This is not that Mike is overly cautious. According to the original book, Hogwarts Castle itself is a magical item, and the headmaster himself probably has the right to monitor the various facilities of the school.

Just thinking about it, Mike has already walked into the restaurant.

There were a lot of little wizards eating in the restaurant. Mike found a table and sat down. The plate in front of him immediately appeared steaming food: beef stew with potatoes and white bread.

"Mike! What have you been doing these days, we've been trying to find you."

Mike looked towards the voice and saw the three Saviors standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so much fun, I've been exploring it for the past few days, although I haven't even finished exploring the Ravenclaw lounge." Mike jokingly shrugged his shoulders with his arms outstretched.

Hermione obviously didn't believe this, and choked: "I see that some people have been busy hooking up with seniors these days!"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense." Mike hurriedly denied.

"You lied, I saw it in the library, you kissed me with those senior sisters!"

Mike didn't expect Hermione to care about this kind of thing, and joked: "Oh? Why do you pay so much attention to me? Do you like me?"

"No! It's just a coincidence, you... don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's face turned red instantly,

Pretend to run away.

But a teenager with platinum blonde hair stopped her.

"Wow! Come and see, Gryffindor's Miss Know-it-all and Ravenclaw's blond are getting along!"

"What are you doing? Malfoy!" Harry yelled at Draco.

"Get out of the way! That's how your parents taught you to treat a lady? You uneducated beast." Mike stood up and stared at Draco fiercely.

It seems that this look reminded Draco of his embarrassing scene on the train again, and his face turned ashen.

"Ma'am? A lady like that?" Draco said, drooling. "But she's a perfect match for you, Mike. You two filthy mudbloods!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. As soon as the protective umbrella was up, someone came to the door to let him stand up.

He took out his wand, pointed at Draco and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

Draco was completely true. He didn't believe how much magic a Muggle Mudblood like Mike could learn in just a few days, and he, a pure-blood nobleman, had been learning magic since he was a child.

"Mud! Ba! Seed!" Draco said word by word.

"All petrochemical!"

A ray of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye hit Draco, Draco's body stiffened, his face still maintained that ferocious expression, and his body was gray like a stone. This is Mike's petrification spell.

The petrification spell Mike just aroused his emotions, which was not difficult for Mike who had been training for half a year, and the effect of emotional release was also very good.

The power of the magic spell has obviously become stronger, and the petrochemical spell before that luster is not available, and this is the sign of the petrification spell entering the room.

Seeing that Draco was petrified, all the people around let out an exclamation.

"You will be expelled! Casting spells is not allowed in the hall, we should go and tell the professor!" Hermione's tears came out, the poor child didn't understand how vicious the word "mudblood" was.

Mike didn't care about it. In a place like Hogwarts, blood discrimination violated political correctness. He is more concerned about the skill of emotional casting, which has a very large bonus to spells, which also confirms his conjecture about the nature of magic: magic is like chakra, which is a fusion of physical power and spiritual power. Therefore, when the mood is high, the casting intensity will increase, and the magic power of the little wizard will increase with age.

Besides, he now has a backer.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Professor Flitwick rushed to the hall with his short legs.

"I want to see, which little bastard dares to slap me in the face! Aha! Drake Malfoy! You are really capable, just like your goddamn father!" Professor Flitwick was very angry, He just made a ticket with Mike on the front foot, but he didn't expect someone to hit him in the face on the back foot.

As for Mike's release of the Petrification Curse on Drake, he chose to ignore it, and instead he would have done more.

"How dare you! How dare you violate the school rules so recklessly!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived. Professor McGonagall was obviously mad. He never expected that there would be new students within a few days of the start of the school. Dare to violate school rules, especially in public.

Snape stood beside Mag without saying a word. He was nearby and witnessed the whole process, which was why Drake dared to be so arrogant.

This time, however, Drake stumbled.

The three words "Mudblood" are simply Snape's inverse scale, and it is because of these three words that he lost his Lily.

"You two deduct 50 points each! Lock down for 10 days!" Professor McGonagall ruled.

"I protest! I can't listen to your McGonagall this time!" Professor Flitwick obviously couldn't accept this way of dealing with the big 30. "Little Malfoy dared to call Mike a mudblood! He deserves a petrified spell. !"

Hearing the three words Mudblood, Mag's expression changed greatly.

"Slytherin will be deducted 100 points, and Drake Malfoy will be locked up for 15 days. I will guard it myself." Professor McGonagall looked at Drake's hideous face and said with pursed lips, "Mike Townley is locked for a day. Closed! Guarded by Professor Flitwick."