Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone from above the distant peaks, Mike also opened his eyes.

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after a lapse of two months. Perhaps because he had spent too much energy the day before, he did not recognize the bed, but instead had a good night's sleep.

He wrote ink on the bed for a while, and it was only when the sun was bright that Mike finally got up and walked out of the bedroom.

In the lively lounge in the past, only a few people were talking in a low voice at the moment.

Mike was not surprised by this at all. At this time, all the students in the lower grades should have already gone to the classroom to prepare for class, while the students in the upper grades have more important things to do.

Today is the first day of school, and they need to re-select courses.

This is quite a tedious thing for Professor Flitwick, because unlike the third grade, the sixth grade course is not available to everyone, and students must meet the requirements of the teacher in order to continue their studies.

To this end, Professor Flitwick must first confirm the past grades of students before deciding whether you are eligible for course selection.

"Mike, you're up late, Professor Flitwick asked me to come over and ask you to choose your course." A black-haired boy came over and asked Mike with a smile, "By the way, by the way, do you think you want to go to school this year? Which courses have you taken?"

He's Ravenclaw's seventh-year prefect and this year's Boys' Council president. His name is Clark, a new friend Mike made at last night's banquet.

Mike rubbed his ears, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue:

"I suggest you take all the courses you can! Know that this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can get a certificate of excellence in all 12 courses, then any institution in the world will open its doors to you, Even the most demanding Ministry of Magic!"

Mike yawned, although he felt that Clark was talking nonsense completely, but the other party was also doing it for his own good, so Mike decided to say something nice and perfunctory to the other party.

Only at this time, another familiar voice suddenly rang.

"Come on, Clark, it's not you Mike, he doesn't need to look for a job after graduation! If I say, he just needs to take a few major subjects like Charms, Potions, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, just like me. enough."

Mike and Clark heard the news and saw that Franklin was walking towards him with a homemade simple version of the hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at him, the mocking expression on Franklin's face disappeared, replaced by a diligent smile.

"Hey Mike, do you want one?"

"Ah? Then let me try it."

Mike took a hot dog and tasted it and found that this simple hot dog made of sausage and bread and ketchup tasted surprisingly good.

"Oh, did you do this yourself? That's pretty cool, I don't think you have this talent."

Franklin raised an eyebrow at Clark proudly, and Clark became even more embarrassed.

Taking a deep breath, Clark sarcastically said:

"Do you think Mike is you? His grades are much better than yours, so he has the right to choose. As for you, I'm afraid it's not because you don't want to study that you didn't choose other courses, but because of your grades, those professors don't want you at all. !"

"What did you say!"

"I said your grades are too bad and the professor wants you!"

"Can you say it again?"

"Say it again, say it again! Your grades..."

Mike's brows furrowed.

These two were so noisy.

"Enough, shut up!"

With Mike's roar, the Ravenclay lounge returned to silence again, and Franklin and Clark, who were about to fight, closed their mouths at the moment, but they were still staring at each other with their eyes. other side.

"Oh, you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Mike sighed and said as he walked out of the lounge, "I have already selected my classes for this year, and now I will submit the application form."

"What class did you take?"*2

Clark and Franklin asked in unison, but then the two reacted and looked at each other angrily.

Seeing this, Mike shook his head, no longer persuaded, but said to himself:

"Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Well, that's all."

Franklin immediately cheered, and Clark looked at Mike in disbelief:

"But why? You are clearly qualified to choose more subjects, why..."

"Why? There's no reason. I just don't want to be so tired. You know, I'm busy, and there's a lot of stuff in Los Santos waiting for me to do."

As soon as he said this, Clark fell silent, while Franklin stared at Clark with defiant eyes that looked as if he had just won World War II.

The three continued to walk towards Flitwick's office, and when they were halfway there, Mike turned around as if he had suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Franklin, you said you chose Potions, right?"

"That's right, what's wrong?"

"But I remember that your potions should be good, but the elective requirements for first-level potions are excellent."

"Oh! I'm so lucky to talk about this!" Franklin said brightly, "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than Snape's old bat. He has relaxed the elective requirements for first-level potions. , and now as long as you have a good grade of owls, you can continue to take potions as an elective."

"Haha, are you so happy?" Clark snorted coldly on the side, "As far as I know, even Slughorn professor of potions needed an excellent owl score in the past, although I don't know why he dropped this year. Request, but you're lucky! I guess you stepped on shit!"

Hearing that, Mike smiled and nodded. The development of things did not exceed his expectations at all. Harry's potions grades were good, and in order to satisfy his desire to become a savior teacher, Slughorn really lowered his potions. The elective standard also means that he will have to face more students in the next year, which is not a labor-saving job for an old man of the same age as Dumbledore.

From this perspective, Professor Slughorn made a great sacrifice for this.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mike's mouth began to rise unconsciously, and Clark and Franklin behind him were about to fight.

After drinking to stop the movement of the two again, Mike led the two directly into Professor Flitwick's office.

At this time, the office was already full of students who submitted course application forms like Mike. Professor Flitwick sat on the seat padded with books, wearing glasses and carefully reviewing each applicant's application form. submitted form.

His actions are very fast. He basically gives suggestions at a glance at each reviewer's form. It can be seen that he is in a hurry.

With this kind of work efficiency, it was soon Mike and Franklin's turn. The moment he saw Mike, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Give me the elective form, I'm going to teach the first-year wizards soon, and I'm going to be late."

Seeing this, Mike and Franklin looked at each other, and quickly took out a stack of application forms from their respective pockets and handed them to Flitwick.

Professor Flitwick glanced at Franklin's form and declared it abruptly, but when it was Mike's turn, he watched page by page carefully.

After discovering that Mike had only taken a few major courses, Professor Flitwick's brows finally furrowed.

"Mike, are you sure you only choose these few courses?"

Although the basic major courses are selected by Mike Basic, these courses are still too few in Professor Flitwick's opinion.

As Clark said before, the number of subjects will directly affect the evaluation of the student by the outside world. You must know that when people ask about your grades, they will not ask you which courses you have taken, but only how many certificates you have obtained. .

Hearing that, Mike's face flashed a hint of helplessness. In the face of Professor Flitwick, he naturally couldn't tell the truth, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, professor. Because I find that I am not really interested in other subjects, and one's energy is limited, I prefer to take the specialization route instead of distracting to study more and more complex courses. All the time is devoted to subjects that I love and are more gifted with, such as - Charms."

Clark's expression was weird, because Mike didn't say that to him just now.

But he did not expose Mike, but was watching the changes on the side.

Professor Flitwick's brows trembled when he heard the words, and he heard it. Mike was making an excuse, but there was no doubt that he was still very comfortable when he heard that Mike liked his spell study the most.

"Cough cough!" Professor Flitwick coughed twice, "Well then, you're done!"

Mike looked happy and said quickly:

"Thank you Professor!"

After speaking, Mike turned his head and was about to leave the office, but was stopped by Professor Flitwick.

"Wait, Mike, I have something to tell you." Flitwick looked at the others in the office, "You guys go out first."

Clark, Franklin and the others looked at each other, and finally slowly exited the office, leaving only Mike and Professor Flitwick.

"Teacher, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Don't worry, you can sit down first."

Mike came to Flitwick with some doubts and sat down, but the expression on Professor Flitwick's face at the moment was a little strange. He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively:

"Has Slughorn been in touch with you?"

"That's right, Professor," Mike said. "He invited us to lunch while on the train."

Hearing that, Professor Flitwick immediately became furious. He jumped up on the table, kicked over the ink bottle on the desk, and roared:

"I knew it! This old fox must have come to please me because of you! This bad guy!"

Mike tactically leaned back to avoid the splash of ink, and looked at Professor Flitwick, who was bewildered, and asked strangely when his mood stabilized a little:

"Well, what the hell happened? Didn't Professor Slughorn say you had a very good relationship with him?"

"Aha! Very good relationship? What a joke! That guy never looked down on me! Do you know what he called me back then? Huh?" growled Professor Flitwick. "He called me. 'Mindless dwarf dwarf'! Oh! I'm so pissed off! If Dumbledore and the others didn't stop him, I would have smashed his bald head with a wand!"

As he spoke, Professor Flitwick was still shaking his fist, as if Slughorn's head was right in front of him right now.

"Slughorn! This guy loves vanity the most! His favorite thing to do is to promote and please those talented and powerful students, so that when those people develop, they will repay him!" Professor Flitwick said through gritted teeth, " He must have discovered your talent, that's why he wants to be under his command!"

The expression on Mike's face was a little weird. He really didn't expect that Slughorn and Professor Flitwick had such a relationship before.

But he was not stupid. He was really angry when he saw Professor Flitwick, and he got up quickly and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know about the relationship between you and that old bald guy Slughorn before, now that I know, I'll go and make it clear to him now, I will always be your student, and you will always be I don't have one of my most respected teachers! I also don't go to any potions class!"

Saying that, Mike turned around and was about to leave the office, and the expression on Professor Flitwick's face was stagnant. He stared at Mike's back blankly, and after a while, he hurriedly shouted:

"Come back soon!"

Mike looked back at Flitwick in a dazed way.

"Don't worry!" Professor Flitwick's tone softened a lot, "You still have to take the Potions class."

"I know you're doing it for my own good!" Mike said righteously, "but I can't stand you being wronged even more!"

Hearing that, Professor Flitwick's face finally showed a smile again, he nodded with relief and said:

"You listen to me first. Although that old guy Slughorn is hateful, his teaching level and connections are still very good. Besides, since he wants to gain your gratitude, he will definitely try his best to please him. You, sugar-coated cannonballs are fired at you, so you just..."

As he spoke, the expression on Professor Flitwick's face became more and more treacherous, and Mike also understood it, and borrowed along Flitwick's words:

"The sugar coating is eaten, and the cannonballs are shot back!"

"That's right! That's it, what you describe is too apt!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike, the old and the young, looked at each other and laughed slyly.