Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike quickly came to Professor Flitwick's office, carefully checked his instrument and found that there was no room for improvement, and then knocked on the office door.

It was only after Flivina's shrill voice came from inside that Mike pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the office, Mike smelled the strong sweet fragrance in the office. I saw that the cup on the table in front of Professor Flitwick was steaming, and the smell came from there.

"What are you doing? Please sit down." With a wave of Flitwick's wand, a chair opposite him automatically opened. "How have you been recently, Mike."

Mike said something to Flitwick, but his attention was still on the unknown drink. The sweet smell was really sweet and a little boring.

Noticing that Mike had been looking at the cup of sweet tea, Flitwick replaced Mike with a new tea with a wave of his wand.

"That's what the last guest drank, and that guest especially likes sweet things."

Mike thought he might have guessed who it was.

"It looks like you've already discovered that room, how is it? It's not bad." Flitwick asked.

"It's amazing, that room is a wishing machine, I can give me whatever I want." Mike pretended to be very excited and said, "And there I also sensed the existence of magic, that kind of feeling Indescribable."

"You perceive it? How is this possible?" Professor Flitwick's surprised eyebrows seemed to fly. "You are really the most talented little Ravenclaw I have ever seen."

Mike took a sip of the freshly brewed tea on the table, looking very proud.

"Being able to perceive magic power means that you already have the potential to become a true wizard. You must know that only those who can perceive magic power are considered qualified to learn magic before the spell has been simplified.

But even in that era when wizards flourished, there weren't many young wizards your age who did it, and you really amazed me. "

"Thank you for your compliment, Dean Flitwick."

"What you have to do next is to meditate constantly, which can enhance your ability to perceive and manipulate magic.

But be careful not to meditate for more than 10 minutes a day. You are still young and your mental strength is not strong enough. If you meditate for too long, it will cause you to lose energy.

If you overdraw your mental power for a long time, it may cause irreparable damage to your spirit. This is not a joke, so be careful. "

Mike nodded in agreement, but felt strange in his heart. He meditated for about half an hour every day, but he didn't feel anything unusual. Could it be because he was an adult in his previous life, so his mental power was particularly strong? Or, is it the kind of drink that you often drink?

Professor Flitwick, who was beside him, was still in a state of excitement. He had jumped off the special high chair and walked back and forth in the office with his short legs, as if he was looking for holding something.

"Aha! Found it. Mike, this is for you." Flitwick threw a wooden box to Mike. "The little wizard who performed well should be rewarded. Open it and see."

Mike took the wooden box and opened it. Inside was a pendant that looked like a raven.

This pendant is completely black but reflects a dim light, especially the light flowing on the raven's two eyes seems to be alive. The material of the pendant is indistinguishable, but it feels cool to the touch. It can be expected that if he wears it on the flesh, it will be very cool in summer.

"What are you doing, take it and try it." Professor Flitwick was impatient, and when he saw Mike in a daze, he urged, "This is an old antique, made by ancient wizards to help little wizards perceive and manipulate magic power. There are no more than ten people in the wizarding world who can make such pendants."

Mike put on this pendant,

Surprisingly, the pendant's feeling against the flesh was not as cold as he had guessed before. Instead, it had a hint of warmth, a bit like jade.

"Does it have a name?"

"Of course, it is one of the treasures left by Ms. Ravenclaw, called greed. It means never give up the thirst for knowledge."

"Greedy? I love it! Thank you so much, Dean Flitwick."

Flitwick smiled and waved his hand. "As I said, a young wizard who performs well should be rewarded. Also, how was your flying class?"

Speaking of flying lessons, Mike is really indescribable. Mike was a bank robber in his previous life, not the outdated robber of the 1980s, but an outstanding representative of robbers in the new century.

Do you know what a good robber in the new century is?

It is the kind of all kinds of black technologies. Mike even thought that if he hadn’t failed the civil service exam, he would have been able to become a federal agent.

Such a mic is naturally no stranger to flying, like skydiving, hang gliding, and even a wingsuit flying mic. Mike, who has had these experiences, is naturally at ease when using flying brooms, but the flying brooms in the wizarding world are really weird.

The brooms the school gave them to class didn't have the magic cushion that Mike had expected. When the students rode on the brooms, they were riding on a stick.

Not to mention how sour and refreshing that feeling is, and the steering of the broom is particularly difficult, and it depends entirely on the user's center of gravity. Combining the two would be the end, and if you were not careful, you would be turned upside down, so Mike's first flying lesson was over very quickly, and Mike couldn't take it at all.

Only those little wizards who are flying for the first time, full of desire to fly, can persevere.

But even so, Mike Fei is much better than the other little wizards, after all, he has a lot of experience.

"Uh, it's okay." Mike said perfunctorily, "Why do you ask that?"

"Harry Potter has joined the Quidditch team in Gryffindor, becoming the youngest member ever to join a Quidditch school team.

If you have time, go find Penello and let her show you Quidditch. I like you very much, Mike. "

After saying that, Flitwick gave Mike a fatherly smile.

Mike shivered in shock at this smile. You can imagine the scene of a fatherly smile on Professor Flitwick's goblin-like face. To be honest, it's a little scary.

Mike hurriedly thanked Flitwick and left the office.

Feeling the greedy pendant that was constantly exuding warmth on his chest, Mike couldn't help laughing.

I never thought that my dear Flitwick would be so generous. This pendant is a good thing. Mike can clearly feel that his magical perception has soared a lot under the blessing of the pendant. A little loose.

This kind of thing, I am afraid that it will be robbed outside, right?

With excitement, Mike hurried to the Ravenclaw lounge. He didn't have time to feel his good luck now, and he had more important things to do.