Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

On the parchment, the Aussie opaleye exuding colorful lights was still roaring at the crowd.

"They want you to deal with a fire dragon?" Penello covered his mouth nervously, "How is this possible?"

Mike patted Penello gently as a comfort, and motioned her to continue looking down.

At this time, more words gradually emerged on the parchment:

Australian Opaleye

'Long held to be the prettiest of dragons, covered with pearly scales, and gleaming, multicolored eyes without pupils.

Australian opaleyes are medium in size, weighing between two and three tons.

It has a gentle temperament, likes to eat sheep, and can emit a very bright red flame. '

Warriors Phase 1 Quest

'Take the golden egg from the Dragon's Nest**. '

As the text emerges, the blobs on the parchment change.

A nest appeared beside the fire dragon, and there were about five or six eggs in it, most of them were off-white, but one of them was very conspicuous golden.

'Suggested customs clearance method:

1. Use the eye disease spell to make the fire dragon lose its eyesight.

2. Use polymorph to create a sheep and make the fire dragon walk out of the lair.

3. Use the Flying Curse to steal. '

After the display was completed, a bright red flame spewed out from the mouth of the Australian Opaleye Charmander on the parchment, and then the entire parchment began to ignite spontaneously, and finally turned into nothingness, leaving no ashes behind.

"This... this shouldn't be the pre-match guidance, right?"

Penello stammered a little.

She's not a fool either. Even if a tournament like the Triwizard Tournament with a high casualty rate has been reformed, she wouldn't give players such a detailed 'strategy' before the match.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said as a matter of course, "Cheating is the practice of the three finals, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"Then, how do you plan to deal with this Australian but supercilious?" Franklin asked cautiously, "That's an adult fire dragon!"

"Yes, Mike." Penello echoed, "There are three plans in total on the note, which one do you plan to use?"

"I don't need any."

Mike said so, while Franklin on the side showed a black question mark face,

"It's just a fire dragon, it's not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penello looked at each other speechlessly. This is an adult fire dragon. No matter in terms of physical fitness or breath power, ordinary wizards cannot compete. How can you say so lightly?

But Mike was telling the truth.

He really didn't pay attention to a simple fire dragon, or a fire dragon with a restricted range of activities.

Although he was busy during this time, he still did not let go of his daily meditation and spell practice.

Now, his strength has reached a terrifying level.

According to his rough estimate, the current him, if he let go of all the restrictions, should be able to fight back and forth with Snape.

But it's hard to say if it's a life-and-death battle, after all, there are too many changes in the battle between wizards.

Compared with the power that the wizards control, the physical fitness of the wizards is so weak that it makes the scalp tingle.

...

The next morning, when Mike arrived at the auditorium, he became the focus of the crowd again.

Last night was too hasty, and no one except Ravenclaw had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there is an opportunity, all these people rushed over in one go.

Mike in the crowd, with a formulaic smile on his face, shook hands with the visitors over and over again, and thanked them for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him still had a magic badge hanging on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge should be made by the students spontaneously, because it is not too delicate, and some crude image and text magic is added to it, so that the images and text on it can be constantly changed.

And on the badge, it is Mike's avatar that is changing at the moment, and there is even a line of artistic words underneath, which read: Support Mike Townley. The true warriors of Hogwarts.

"Not bad, right?" Chris of Slytherin smiled and said leaning on Mike, "Wait, there are more powerful ones!"

With that said, Chris pressed on the badge.

Immediately afterwards, the picture on the badge began to change.

The background color on the top changed from shiny gold to dark green, the character's head became Harry, and finally the text below also changed to 'Potter stinky shit! '.

There were many people surrounding Mike, and apart from a small number of Gryffindor students, students from the other three colleges all wore this badge.

At this moment, they all pressed the badges on their chests, and then, under the light of a green light, everyone laughed strangely.

Mike didn't smile, he just looked at Chris blankly.

The laughter in Chris, who was stared at by Mike, stopped abruptly, and explained to Mike with some embarrassment:

"These are some badges we made inside Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is also a member of Hogwarts. Although we don't like you as a warrior, we still have to support you. Then, Ravenc The Law and Hufflepuffs seemed to love the pin too, so we gave them some too."

"That's right! Mike!" said a senior Hufflepuff boy on the side with his face flushed, "We are convinced that you are a warrior! But this villain (he poked the green head of Harry on the chest with his finger) ! We will never accept it!"

Immediately there was a sound of echoing around.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

He is really helpless in the current situation. People will only selectively believe what they want to believe. Now even if Mike helps Harry explain, others will only think that this is Mike's humility.

So, Mike can only say sorry to Harry.

Compared with the fierce reaction of the students, the professors are much calmer.

Mike didn't have many classes today, only two Charms classes and two Muggle Studies classes.

Among them, Professor Flitwick didn't react too much, he just smiled at Mike throughout the class.

The middle-aged female professor in the Muggle Studies class is different. This guy is simply boasting about Mike, and when he brags to his classmates, he also hints from time to time that the reason why Mike can achieve his current achievements is to a large extent. Above all because of her good teaching.

This made Mike really overwhelmed. If it was another person, Mike could turn his face on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike can only pray that get out of class will be over soon.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayers. Just as Mike was still suppressing his embarrassment and bragging with the professor, a panting low-grade Ravenclaw boy suddenly broke into the Muggle Studies classroom.

"Teach...professor, they want Townley...Senior Townley, go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man in displeasure, "Who are they?"

"Yes...it's Mr. Bagman." The boy said awkwardly. "All the warriors are going. I think they are going to take pictures..."

The middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an under-appreciated professor of an under-appreciated course, she rarely had the time to brag to others.

And now it seems that today's happy time is coming to an end, and she can't disobey the orders of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

So, ten minutes later, Mike finally appeared in a small classroom with a smile on his face.

"Oh! Oh! He's coming! A Hogwarts warrior!" An old woman with blond curly hair and glasses greeted Mike, "Come in, Mr. Townley. We're about to start The wand testing ceremony is over, and the other warriors and judges will be here soon."

This woman Mike knew, she was the reporter Rita Skeeter who had cooperated with him several times and wrote black articles.

He calmly avoided Rita Skeeter's extended hand, then nodded slightly to her, and said:

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter."

"Hello! Hello! It's an honor to meet you!"

Rita Skeeter said obsequiously, not seeing the slightest embarrassment of being rejected for shaking hands just now.

The desks and chairs in the classroom have long been piled to the back, leaving a large open space. In the center of the open space, Ludo Bachman sat there in a daze, while on the other side of the open space, Viktor -Krum huddled in a corner alone as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A pleasant female voice came, and Mike heard the voice and looked over, and saw Fu Rong walking towards him with a smile.

"You're finally here!" Fu Rong shook her head as she spoke, her long silver hair flashing with dazzling light, "I'm almost suffocated to death by myself!"

After all, she took Mike's arm as a matter of course.

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she gestured wildly towards the chubby cameraman.

And the cameraman who was frantically taking photos of Krum finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Fleur.

"Maybe you can chat with Krum." Mike glanced aside Rita Skeeter, who was so excited that she could hardly control herself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks so lonely and pitiful."

"I don't want it!" Fu Rong twisted her body around Mike's arm, two indescribable balls squeezed on Mike's arm and kept deforming, "That guy can't even speak English, I have nothing to talk to him about! "

Just as Mike was about to reply, Ludo Bachman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"Here he comes! The fourth warrior! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed rather excited, which made his voice sound a little trilled.

"Emm, hello, Mr. Ludo." Harry greeted with an awkward smile, "Hello, Mike."

"Okay, don't waste time. We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and perform well, because in future games, wands may be the only thing you can rely on, haha." Ludo smiled wretchedly said, "The specialist is upstairs, with Dumbledore. We'll have to take pictures after the wand has been tested, and then you'll have to give an interview to the reporter at the end. Well, this is Rita... um... Rita ..."

"Rita Skeeter! Mr. Bagman!"

Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth and reminded.

"Okay, Ms. Rita Skeeter!" Ludo waved his hand and led the crowd towards the stairs, "Let's go, everyone."

The upper floor of this classroom is a bright attic. In the attic is a long table covered with a velvet tablecloth. Karkaroff, Maxim, and Mr. Crouch are sitting on it.

And at the window of the attic stood Dumbledore and an old man whom Mike felt somewhat familiar.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the referee's seat alone and sat down, "Mr. Ollivander is one of the only remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all the wizard's wands in the whole country come from His pen."

Ollivander stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

And it wasn't until then that Mike remembered who he was.

The old man who opened a shabby little shop selling wands in Diagon Alley.

"Miss Delacour, you come first, will you?"

Ollivander said, and walked to the open space in the middle of the house.

Fleur took a deep breath, tossed her hair, and passed her wand to Ollivander.

The wand twirled in Ollivander's hand like a baton, and many pink and gold sparks shot out from the tip of the wand, and then he pressed the wand to his face again, looked carefully, and smelled it.

"I don't know whose work it is, but it's pretty good workmanship!" he said. "Maple wood, nine inches long, with a core of... oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped, and looked at Fu Rong in disbelief.

"The core of the stick is Veela's hair, my grandma's hair."

Fu Rong said nervously, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Mike.

In this passage, she has already admitted that her grandma is a Veela, and she has a part of Veela's blood in her body.

This mixed blood of wizards and magical creatures is much lower than Muggle blood in the traditional concept of pure blood, especially the mixed blood of veela, a low-level creature that is usually only regarded as rbq by wizards .

It can be said that this is in France with an open atmosphere.

If it was in Ying country, Furong would never have a chance to be born. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother gave birth to a child who was mixed with wizards, they would immediately run over and strangle both mother and child to death.

Even in France, her ancestry is still not ashamed by many people.

Therefore, she is very worried now, worried that Mike will also hate her because of her blood.

Fortunately, there was no disgust on Mike's face. On the contrary, he was clapping his hands to Fleur.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I have never used Veela hair as a wand core myself. I think wands made of Veela hair are a bit...well, too sensitive and capricious. But I believe this wand is definitely the most suitable yours!"

Ollivander was blowing rainbow farts in his mouth, while stroking the wand with his fingers carefully, checking for scratches and defects on it.

Then, he whispered: "The orchids are blooming!"

Everyone heard a muffled sound, and a bouquet of flowers bloomed from the tip of the staff.

"It's in pretty good condition! It can be seen that you cherish it very much." Ollivander handed the bouquet to Hibiscus, "Come on, beautiful flowers with beautiful ladies! This is really a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivander gibberish, but Fleur completely ignored him.

Fleur snatched the bouquet from Ollivander's hand, turned it into a magic wand with a flick of her arm, and bounced back to Mike's side.