Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 14 Franklin
The next day, when Mike woke up, the sun was shining brightly. The sun shone through the glass window onto Mike's face, and his short blond hair reflected the dazzling light under the sun.

From time to time, shadows would pass by outside the window. They were owls returning from delivering mail. After a long journey overnight, these hardworking messengers urgently needed to go to the Owl House on the west side of Ravenclaw Tower to eat something and take a nap.

As a regular knock on the door came, Mike squinted his eyes and sat up from the bed. Scratching his head, he found that he might need a haircut, as his original short hair had grown longer without him noticing and didn't feel as comfortable as before.

After getting used to the dazzling sunlight, Mike did not rush to open the door.

Picking up the cup of water from the bedside table and taking a sip of the water he had not finished last night, Mike began to tidy up his clothes. Because of meditation last night, Mike fell asleep without even taking off his clothes, and now his clothes were full of wrinkles.

After cleaning himself up and tidying up his clothes, Mike opened the door.

A tall black guy was standing outside the door. He was almost half a head taller than Mike. You have to know that Mike was considered tall among his peers.

This black guy was Franklin Clinton, a freshman in the same college as Mike.

"Hey, Mike, good morning." Franklin was not impatient because he had been waiting outside the door for a long time. "It seems that you have finished washing up. Let's go quickly. We have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. We are already late."

"Oh, OK, Franklin." Mike was a little surprised that Franklin, a classmate who had just spoken to him for a few words, would come to wake him up and even be late for class. "I'm sorry, too many things happened yesterday, and I slept a little longer."

"Don't say that. We are friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other." Franklin showed his white, reflective teeth and smiled, "But we really have to go faster. We are already late."

Mike didn't care about Franklin's words and said, "Don't worry, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Quirrell, the stuttering clown, he also graduated from Ravenclaw, he won't make things difficult for us."

"That's good." Franklin breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace, "But what does the clown mean."

"You'll know later." Mike licked his teeth and smiled meaningfully. "In fact, I'm also surprised that Quirrell actually graduated from Ravenclaw. His current appearance is simply embarrassing for Ravenclaw."

The two of them talked and laughed along the way, and even went to a restaurant to get breakfast.

During the conversation, Mike told Franklin a lot about Hogwarts, including the factional struggles between the four colleges and many strange stories.

When the two arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was standing on the podium, holding a book and reading stutteringly. Most of the young wizards below the podium had an expression that said, "Although I'm very sleepy, I still want to listen to the class carefully."

Quirrell saw the two people who were late, put down the book in his hand, and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Mike.

"Respected Senior Quirrell, please forgive us." Mike hid the breakfast he brought in his robes, "Hogwarts is really too big, we got lost on the way to the classroom."

"Okay...okay, Mike and...and this gentleman, please...please come in." Quirrell stuttered after hearing Mike's words.

Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff attended this class together. The classroom was divided into two areas, one yellow and one blue, by students from the two houses. Everyone tacitly chose to sit with classmates from their own house.

But Michael didn't care about that. He took Franklin to the most secluded corner of the classroom.

There was also a short Hufflepuff boy sitting here. He seemed a little timid. When he saw that the two tall Ravenclaws, Mike and Franklin, seemed to want to sit next to him, he immediately stood up straight, bowed to them, and ran to the empty seat in the front.

Mike naturally didn't care about these things and sat down calmly. Franklin was a little hesitant, but seeing that Mike didn't care, he also sat down.

Two blue spots appeared in a large area of ​​yellow. Even though the corner chosen by Mike was very hidden, it was still very eye-catching from the podium. But Mike didn't care. He chose this corner just to give Quirrell some face. With Quirrell's current timid state, as long as he was not angered too much, he would ignore him.

Mike took out two slices of bread from his robe, and took out a sausage wrapped in wax paper from his pocket. He untied the wax paper and made a simple hot dog with the two and started eating it.

Franklin next to him was obviously not as bold as Mike, and sitting among a group of Hufflepuffs made him a little nervous.

But seeing Mike eating with great relish, he also learned how to make a hot dog and started eating it bite by bite.

"I admire you, Mike." Franklin stopped after taking two bites. "You can get along so well with professors and classmates. Just now, Professor Quirrell called you by your name, but called me the freshman."

Mike finished the hot dog in his hand in a few bites. Feeling a little thirsty, he picked up the water bottle that the Hufflepuff had forgotten to take away and took a big sip.

It turned out that what was inside was not water but some kind of drink, which was sweet and delicious.

"It's enough for me to know your name, Franklin. In fact, I have noticed you for a long time, a black man with strong limbs but a smart mind. A young man who is not good at speaking but longs for friends." Mike put down the kettle, "You don't need to feel sorry for yourself, you are my friend Mike Townley. You are no worse than others. To be honest, your magical talent is amazing to me!"

Franklin's dark face actually turned a little red with excitement. This was the first time someone praised him since he came to Hogwarts.

Mike was speechless when he saw Franklin's choking expression. This kid really lacks love, right? He just instinctively did some commercial compliments, but he got so excited.

Professor Quirrell on the stage was still reading from his textbook, but from time to time he cast his eyes towards the blue in the vast expanse of yellow.

Franklin talked incessantly to Mike about everything about himself, from his terrible family to the strange looks he received after arriving at Hogwarts because of his figure and poor speaking skills.

Mike responded to him intermittently, and before he knew it, he had finished all the drink in the kettle in his hand.

To be honest, this drink is really good. After the get out of class, I will ask that guy what brand of drink this is.

Finally, when the bell rang, Franklin finally shut his mouth.

But his gaze towards Mike was still burning. Mike felt a little frightened by his stare and quickened his pace to walk out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, while Franklin followed Mike out.

Don’t blame me for the water, really.

I think I wrote the previous plot too quickly.

This may cause you to feel a little naive when reading it.

So I deliberately added some material and wrote it a little slower.

Also ask for collection and recommendation.

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(End of this chapter)