Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The next day, when Mike woke up, the sun was shining brightly. The sun hit Mike's face through the glass window, and the short golden hair reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

From time to time, there will be shadows passing through the window, that is the owl returning from the letter. These industrious messengers have made a long night's journey and are now in dire need of some food and sleep at the House of Owls on the west side of Ravenclaw Towers.

With a regular knock on the door, Mike squinted and sat up from the bed. Scratching his head, he realized that he might need to get a haircut. The original board size has become longer unconsciously, and it is not as comfortable to touch as before.

After getting used to the dazzling sunlight, Mike didn't rush to open the door.

He picked up the water glass from the bedside table and took a sip of the water he didn't drink last night. Mike began to organize his clothes. Last night, because of meditation, Mike fell asleep without taking off his clothes. He was full of folds.

After cleaning up his clothes, Mike opened the door.

There was a tall black guy standing outside the door. He was almost half a head taller than Mike. You must know that Mike is already relatively tall among his peers.

This black guy is Franklin Clinton, a freshman in the same college as Mike.

"Hey, Mike, good morning." Franklin didn't get impatient because he waited outside the door for a long time, "Looks like you've finished washing up, let's go, we have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning, and we're already late. already."

"Oh, good Franklin." Mike was a little surprised that Franklin, a classmate who had only spoken to him a few words, would come to wake him up specifically, even at the expense of being late for class, "I'm sorry, so many things happened yesterday, Slept a little longer."

"Don't say things like that, we're friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other." Franklin showed his white reflective teeth and said with a smile, "But we really have to go faster, we It's already late."

Mike didn't care about Franklin's words and said, "Don't worry, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Quirrell, the stammering clown. He also graduated from Ravenclaw, so he won't embarrass us."

"That's good." Franklin breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace, "But what does the clown mean?"

"You'll find out later." Mike licked his teeth and showed a meaningful smile, "I'm actually surprised that Quirrell graduated from Ravenclaw. Shame on Ravenclaw."

The two walked all the way talking and laughing, and even went to the restaurant to get a breakfast.

During the conversation, Mike told Franklin a lot about Hogwarts, including factional struggles between the four houses and many anecdotes.

When the two of them came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was standing on the podium holding a book and stammering. Most of the little wizards under the podium were all wearing a pair of books. Although I was very sleepy, I still had to listen carefully to the class. looks like.

Quirrell saw the two who had arrived late, put down the book in his hand, and was about to speak when Mike interrupted.

"Dear Senior Quirrell, please forgive us." Mike hid the breakfast he brought in his robe, "Hogwarts is so big, we got lost on the way to the classroom."

"Okay… okay, Mike and… and this gentleman, please… please come in." Quirrell stammered after hearing Mike's words.

This class was held together by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. The classroom was divided into two parts, one yellow and one blue, by the students of the two colleges. Everyone tacitly chose to sit with the students from their own colleges.

But Mike didn't care about this, he took Franklin to the most hidden corner of the entire classroom.

There was also a short boy from Hufflepuff sitting here. This boy seemed a little timid. Seeing Mike and Franklin, the two tall Ravenclaws seemed to want to sit beside him and stood up straight. The man bowed and ran to the vacant seat in front of him.

Mike naturally didn't care about this, and sat down calmly. Franklin was a little hesitant, but saw Mike's indifferent look and sat down.

Two shades of blue appeared in a large area of ​​yellow, and even though the corner chosen by Mike was very hidden, it was still very eye-catching from the podium.

But Mike didn't care, he chose this corner just to give Quirrell a face. With Quirrell's timid state now, as long as he didn't provoke him too much, he wouldn't pay attention to himself.

Mike took out two slices of bread from his robe, and took out a sausage wrapped in greased paper from his pocket, unwrapped the greased paper and made a simple hot dog from the two and ate it.

Franklin on the side is obviously not as bold as Mike, and sitting in the middle of a group of Hufflepuffs makes him a little nervous.

But seeing that Mike was eating deliciously, he also learned to make a hot dog and ate it one bite at a time.

"I admire you, Mike." Franklin stopped after two bites. "You can get along so well with your professor and your classmates. Just like Professor Quirrell called out your name to me just now. The name is the new student."

Mike finished the hot dog in his hand in a few bites and felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip from the kettle that Hufflepuff had forgotten to take away.

It's not actually water but some kind of drink, and it's sweet and delicious.

"I just know your name, Franklin. I've actually noticed you long ago, a black man with big limbs but not a simple mind. A young man who is not good at words but longs for friends." Mike put down the kettle, "You don't need to feel sorry for yourself at all, you are my friend of Mike Townley. You are no worse than anyone else, and honestly your magical talent is amazing!"

Franklin's black face turned a little red with excitement, and this was the first time someone praised him when he came to Hogwarts.

Mike couldn't help but be speechless when he saw Franklin's choked expression. Is this kid too lacking in love? I just instinctively came to a wave of business exchanges, and I was so excited.

On the stage, Professor Quirrell was still taking the textbook and following the script, but from time to time he turned his attention to the blue that was in the large yellow seed.

Franklin told Mike everything about himself, from his terrible family to the strange eyes he suffered after he came to Hogwarts because of his body and bad words.

Mike responded to him word by word, and he drank all the drinks in the kettle before he knew it.

To be fair, this drink is really good. After class, ask the young man what brand of drink it is.

Finally, when the get out of class bell rang, Franklin finally closed his mouth.

But he still looked at Mike with hot eyes. Mike was a little hairy at his stare, and he stepped out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and Franklin followed Mike's footsteps and walked out.