Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

In the hall of the Hogwarts Auditorium, Mike was walking out of the castle accompanied by Professor Flitwick.

Today's Mike is obviously dressed up on purpose, wearing a decent black suit on his body, he looks extremely capable.

This suit was custom-made by Mike for tonight's dinner at Foley Manor.

Originally, Mike was going to buy a dress in Diagon Alley, but when he actually came to the shop specializing in dresses in Diagon Alley, he was dumbfounded.

I saw that almost all the samples displayed in the store are ancient British dresses. The women's dresses are quite beautiful, but the men's dresses are really hard to look at. You know, many men's dresses in British ancient dresses are worn with stockings or high heels.

In desperation, Mike had to go to a tailor-made suit shop in London, and asked the tailor inside to make a black suit for him.

Making a tailor-made suit is a very time-consuming task, even in Mike's previous life, when modern technology was extremely advanced, it would take nearly two months.

It's just that Mike doesn't have so much time to wait, the dinner will be held next week.

In the end, after Mike paid a large overtime fee to the suit shop, the store manager finally agreed with a smile, but he also asked Mike to come to the shop to try it on once a day during the week, otherwise the suits he made Likely not to fit.

In the end, after going through a lot of hardships, Mike finally put on this suit, and the effect of this suit was also very good. As soon as Mike in a suit appeared in the auditorium, he attracted the attention of his classmates. If Professor Flitwick was still beside him, he would have gathered around him long ago.

"Are you really not going? Professor Flitwick." Mike asked after straightening his cuffs.

"I'll leave it alone, it's enough to have you as the representative." Professor Flitwick, who was asked, patted Mike's back and patted the dust that did not exist for him, "Besides, compared to that It's a noble dinner, and I prefer the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts. Well, let's go, Abbott should be in a hurry."

Hearing that, Mike no longer persuaded him. He leaned down and gave Professor Flitwick a hug before walking out of Hogwarts Castle.

In an open space in front of the castle, an extended version of a black Lincoln was parked there quietly, surrounded by little wizards who chose to stay at school like Mike. Somewhat curious.

The driver waiting beside the car spotted Mike and hurried forward to open the door for Mike. After Mike nodded his thanks and got into the car, the driver rubbed his hands and came to the driver's seat.

As soon as Mike got into the car, he found that Abbott was sitting on the leather chair in the car in a black dress.

"Oh, you are so handsome." Abbott greeted. "Are you ready? We will set off when we are ready."

Mike nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "Why did you suddenly think of inviting me to the dinner party? Could it be something wrong?"

"You worry too much, I just want to meet you suddenly." Abbott's face showed a strange smile, "It's just that tonight's dinner is really special."

"What kind of special law?"

Abbott looked strangely at Mike's side, and whispered: "Tell you, including this dinner held by our family, the dinners held by various big families during this period are essentially large-scale blind dates. The purpose of the activity is to find suitable spouses for the heirs of the major families.

As you know, the entire British wizarding and aristocratic circle is now almost all relatives. If everyone continues to marry each other like this, sooner or later, they will all be deformed. "

"So you need fresh blood to join in." Mike's face turned dark, "and I am that fresh blood, or one of the fresh blood."

Mike's tone was a little bad. Originally, he thought that Abbott asked him to attend the dinner because there was something to talk to him face-to-face, but he didn't expect to pull him over to be a stallion.

"No no no! You misunderstood! You are definitely not the so-called fresh blood, but our VIP. The fresh blood this time is actually from some young ladies from wizard families in France." Abbott saw that Mike had misunderstood. , explained hastily. "You should know if you think about it. Most of the heirs of the wizarding families are men. How can you be the new blood, and you can't help them have children."

After Abbott finished speaking, he saw that Mike's face was a little red, knowing that he had understood what he meant, and then said:

"I invited you to come here this time just to make you appear in the circle of British wizards and nobles, there is no other meaning, you should stop thinking about it.

Of course, if you fancy a little girl at the banquet, you can also chase after it. Don't worry about people discriminating against your blood, you are a friend of our Foley family. "

Seeing the proud look on Abbott's face when he talked about the Foley family, Mike couldn't help but warm his heart and said, "Sorry, I just misunderstood you."

"What are you talking about? We are a life-threatening friendship." Abbott punched Mike's chest and smiled, "Come on, don't talk about this, I'll tell you about me in the Auror unit. Brother, I have been promoted after what happened last time, and now I am the captain of the Auror..."

The driver in the driver's seat saw that the two were having a good conversation, so he started the extended Lincoln and drove out of Hogwarts.

The road to the outside world at Hogwarts is not very easy to walk, especially now this season, almost all roads are covered with a thick layer of snow. The ground under the snow is also bumpy and slippery.

But this black extended Lincoln is obviously not an ordinary vehicle, but a modified magic car like the Knight Bus that Mike sat in.

It's just that this car is much more advanced than the tattered Knight Bus. No matter how bumpy the road is when driving, the people sitting in the car can't feel any vibrations in the body.

The lengthened Lincoln turned into a shadow and rushed out of Hogwarts Castle. Just when Mike thought they were going all the way to Foley Manor, the black Lincoln suddenly slowed down.

"Don't worry, the show is yet to come." Abbott explained to Mike that he was puzzled, "This is the latest official vehicle of the Ministry of Magic, if it can only be driven like a knight bus. It's too tasteless."

As soon as Abbott's voice fell, the driver in the front row pressed a button, and then the 6-meter-long black Lincoln disappeared into the wind and snow as a distorted light and shadow.

By the time Mike reacted, the black Lincoln had stopped in a manor.