Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Professor McGonagall announced the final penalty result, Slytherin deducted 100 points, and Drake closed for 15 days in Professor McGonagall's office. Mike was closed for one day at Professor Flitwick's office.

The confinement period is after dinner until midnight every day.

This kind of punishment can be said to be very serious, especially for Draco.

I was fined for 15 days and locked up, not to mention the fact that Slytherin Academy was deducted 100 points. You must know that Slytherin has won the Academy Cup for several years in recent years. What Draco did Laitlin has little hope of winning the cup here this year.

And Professor Snape had no reaction when he saw that Slytherin was deducted, but Mike was not surprised. As Dumbledore's confidant, Snape must know that this year's Academy Cup has been given to Gryffindor by default.

Mike is very satisfied with this result. He was only locked up for a day, still in Professor Flitwick's office. This is simply a reward to him. He can ask Professor Flitwick for a night of questions, think about it. hapiness.

Driven by the prefects, the crowd that had gathered in the dining room to watch the fun dispersed, and Mike and Draco were also brought back by their respective deans.

The difference, however, was that Draco and Snape had bad luck written all over their face, as if they had eaten something disgusting. Mike strutted his head and walked a little behind Flitwick. Many good people around were applauding Mike. Most of these people were Muggle-born or half-blooded, and it was very uncomfortable to see those pure-blooded nobles. .

"I'm sorry, Mike." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike apologetically, "I only promised you that."

"It doesn't matter Professor, I can protect myself. My petrification spell is not vegetarian." Mike raised the wand in his hand.

"Hahaha." Professor Flitwick was amused by Mike's actions, "Yes, your petrification spell is indeed the best I've ever seen in a freshman. However, in the face of this kind of person, I personally still like to use the fire spell. Forget that you still don't know the flame spell, it doesn't matter, I can hand it to you tonight."

Mike was not too happy when he heard the sound. He had seen records about the fire spell in Ravenclaw's library. It was not a difficult spell, nor was it very powerful. A clear water spell could easily put it out. . But he still had to pretend to be happy.

The two returned to the Ravenclaw lounge chatting and laughing along the way, and at this time Mike beat Malfoy with a petrification spell in the dining room. These students have also been heard, and they have gathered around to ask the details of the matter. .

Flitwick and Mike explained with the classmates for a long time before everyone returned to their original seats to continue reading the book, and Professor Flitwick also returned to his office.

At this time, a sturdy black guy stepped forward and said excitedly: "You did a good job! I've seen those pure bloods upset, those blood-discriminators!"

Mike remembered this guy. His name was Franklin Clinton. He was also Muggle-born. He was the tallest among their freshmen. Mike didn't understand him very much about joining Ravenclaw. According to his size, Gryffindor It should be his home. "Thank you, Franklin, that's what I should have done, and these purebloods deserve the punishment they deserve."

Franklin wasn't surprised that Mike remembered his name, knowing that his size would attract a lot of attention.

"That's right! I've made a deal with you as a friend! Next time something like this happens, you must call me, and I'm going to beat them all over the place!" Franklin said.

"Of course, we so-called mudbloods have to unite with each other in order to fight those blood discrimination." Mike thought the very American black name was very interesting, maybe he could win over, "Hey, you know. I saw your first At first glance, I think we are very destined! We will be friends from now on,

Come to me with anything, I will do my best to help you. "

Franklin was overjoyed. The black guy had not had a good time in the past few days. Everyone was reluctant to get too close to him because of his size. Mike was the first person who wanted to be his friend.

Mike had to talk again before he dismissed Franklin, who was still unfinished, and the boy was so excited.

Mike, who got rid of Franklin, was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. He had a fight with Draco just after the meal was halfway through. Now that it was time for the restaurant to serve food, he had to go to the kitchen to trouble the elves.

Just as he walked out of Ravenclaw's lounge, he found that the Salvation Trio was waiting at the door of the Ravenclaw lounge early, and Harry and Ron hurried forward when they saw him come out.

"You did a great job! Did you see that Draco look? It was like eating earwax-smelling Bibido at the end." Harry and Ron said each and every one of you, " That's right, Professor Mike explained to us what Mudblood means, he really deserves it!"

Mike played them casually, and he noticed Hermione in the next corner.

Hermione's eyes were still red, and she stood there with her head lowered, holding a paper bag in her arms, looking very aggrieved.

Mike noticed that the paper package should contain food, and the oil stains had soaked into the surface of the paper package.

"Hey, Hermione! Is this for me? Thank you so much, I'm starving." Mike could see that Hermione was a little remorseful for his detention, and said this on purpose.

"I noticed that you didn't seem to have finished your lunch." Hermione handed the paper package to Mike, "It's all my fault, it's all because of me that you were locked up."

Hermione began to cry again as she spoke, and Mike hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, Hermione, aren't we friends? This time Malfoy came at me, and I was the one who got you involved. It doesn't seem to be closed at all, knowing that Professor Flitwick is an expert in magic spells, and I can't ask for a confinement in his office."

"Really, don't lie to me." Hermione slowly stopped her tears when she heard the sound. Mike was one of her few friends. The Gryffindor students didn't like her very much and thought she was just a Consistent nerd.

"Of course, you don't have to worry about it at all, you know we are friends, right?" Mike was starving, and quickly opened the paper bag, "Oh! Sausage and chicken legs! My favorite! Thank you so much! You're Hermione."

Hermione lowered her head once to hide her shyness.

Mike didn't care about Hermione's actions. In his opinion, Hermione and Harry Ron were little kids, even his son and daughter were even younger.

"It's still a sensible girl." Mike sighed in his heart.

Harry and Ron only cared about how handsome he had just done in the restaurant, only Hermione noticed that he hadn't finished his meal, which reminded him of his last daughter: Trish.

Once upon a time, Trish was such a filial and sensible little girl, but unfortunately, for some reason, she wanted to make that kind of film, which is really unfortunate.