Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The poor boy student council president was besieged for half an hour, and by the time the Gryffindor students received the news that they were going to rescue their student council president, the girl student council president had already brought his best friends with him. Long gone.

The Slytherin students came faster than Gryffindor, and they were there laughing loudly at the poor boy student council president, for the Slytherin students can see that Gryffindor is unlucky It's the happiest thing.

When the Gryffindor students rushed to the scene aggressively, this was the scene that appeared in front of them.

The president of the Boys Student Union collapsed in the corner alone, staring at the ceiling blankly, with tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. The clothes on his body are messy, and the neckline has long been torn open. The worst thing is that there are still a few dark footprints in several vital parts of him, and I don't know which sturdy senior sister did it.

The Slytherin students surrounded the presidium of the male student union from Gryffindor again with a smile on their faces, laughing recklessly, and some daring ones even stepped forward and poked him with their fingers. Boy Student Council President, see if he's dead.

Slytherin's strong onlookers naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the Gryffindors, and the two groups soon shoved and mixed together, and they were about to fight.

Mike and Franklin were standing not far away, smiling and watching the excitement, watching tigers fight on the mountain, which was interesting.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of the Gryffindors, the poor boy student leader was finally saved. Relying on their size advantages, several senior students of Maratha University forced their way into the crowd and carried him out.

This time, the Slytherin students were not happy either, and some of them even took out their wands.

It wasn't just Mike and Franklin who were sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students also gathered near Mike at some point. Seeing that an ordinary dispute was about to turn into a magical fight, everyone was very excited.

However, there was a sudden explosion in the crowd on the opposite side, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin students screamed and ran away as a cloud of blue-gray smoke floated up.

Mike and the others thought that someone had used some powerful spell, and they couldn't help themselves with excitement. But the blue-gray smoke quickly drifted to their vicinity, and a strange smell spread throughout the auditorium, a big dung bomb.

Mike and Franklin had no choice but to cover their noses and leave the land of right and wrong, knowing with their butts that there is no one but the Weasley brothers who can use such wicked things as dung bombs.

After finally returning to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike and Franklin breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't know how many big dung eggs the Weasley brothers used. A large area is polluted.

The two were gasping for breath when a young man wearing Quidditch gear walked towards them. The man Mike knew was Roger Davis, Ravenclaw sports star and captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch varsity team.

"Mike? I've been looking for you for a long time. Dean Flitwick recommended you to our Ravenclaw Quidditch school team. It's just today that we have an open interview. Let's go." Roger took a few sharp breaths and said, "What kind of smell is this on your body, why is it so stinky."

Mike understood as soon as he heard it. Professor Flitwick didn't give him Nimbus 2001 for nothing. The purpose was to make him join the Quidditch school team with a wry smile and no refusal. He said:

"Okay, I use my own broom, you should have a test broom, and my friend will also participate in the test."

Roger glanced at Franklin beside Mike with some doubts. He didn't know Franklin. In fact, if it wasn't for Professor Flitwick's name, he wouldn't even know Mike. The Quidditch school team has a lot of training.

As a captain, Roger has a lot of business, so he basically gave up all social interactions.

"Hello, I'm Franklin Clinton." Franklin introduced himself to Roger without being arrogant.

"Okay, then hurry up, everyone else is already waiting for us on the court." Roger turned around and walked out of the Ravenclaw lounge.

Mike gave Franklin a wry smile and followed.

Mike didn't really like Quidditch at all. This kind of ball game, full of loopholes, is even more brutal than American football, and it is not entertaining.

In many cases, the outcome of Quidditch depends entirely on the personal quality of the Seeker and the quality of the broomstick. The gap between the top professional league equipment is slightly smaller, and an internal game such as Hogwarts can be Not anymore. Just like Harry Potter in the original book, in the third year, he held the Firebolt for the professional league to compete with the Seekers of other academies who held the broomsticks of the Nimbus series and even the sweep series. Harry's flying speed was several times faster than the others, and it would be a ghost if he could still lose.

Not to mention that in the Quidditch rules there are still rules that the batsman can hit the Bludger to the opposing player, which has led to a very high probability of injury to the Quidditch players. The record of being killed in a ditch game.

It is incredible that such a savage game is sought after by the vast majority of wizards around the world. In Mike's view, this is no different from the beast fighting in ancient Rome, it is the same bloody violence.

"We have arrived."

Roger's voice interrupted Mike's wild thoughts, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

The first few days of each school year are when the various college Quidditch teams recruit players, so today's Quidditch pitch is very lively.

The usually sparse stands were full of people at this time. Not only old students, but also many new students came to the stadium to watch the excitement. From this, you can see the status of Quidditch in the minds of wizards.

"Listen to Mike, since Professor Flitwick is optimistic about you, then I believe in your ability. Now the Ravenclaw school team has a batsman's starting qualification, which is reserved for you. Wait for you. Just go up and make two laps." Roger said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "As for your friend, it's a pity that you can only be a substitute. Our substitutes are ample, you can let him choose whatever you want. Just a place."

After all, Roger gave Mike an OK gesture.

Mike, on the other hand, looked confused. Has Professor Flitwick long been the default team member?