Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 245 Blake's Dream
Mike was very happy to have reached a contract with Black. According to the terms of the contract, when Mike could clear Black's name or hand over Peter Pettigrew to him for handling, Mike would be able to obtain the magic books in the Black family vault.

Neither of these things was difficult for Mike.

The former only needs to tell Dumbledore about the Marauder's Map. Now almost all of Dumbledore's truly trustworthy subordinates have died in the previous battle with Voldemort, so it is impossible for him to give up Black.

The latter is even simpler. Peter Pettigrew is currently lying in Ron's dormitory. All he has to do is catch him and have Black kill him.

According to common sense, Mike should choose the latter. After all, this can prevent Dumbledore from taking away the Marauder's Map, and can also permanently eliminate the threat of Peter Pettigrew.

But out of admiration and sympathy for Blake, Mike chose the former.

In a happy mood, Mike returned to school after asking Shuke to do what Blake asked. The next morning, when Mike walked out of the Ravenclaw common room, he was stunned.

There were crowds of people in front of the eagle-head door knocker. The moment they saw Mike appear, they rushed up and chattered.

"Mike! Please teach me the Patronus Charm!"

"Yeah Mike! Just help us!"

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The voices of these people were extremely noisy, and Mike couldn't hear what they were talking about at all. He could only raise his wand and release an explosive spell.

The crowd finally quieted down as the tip of Mike's staff blasted.

"Please be quiet, everyone! I understand how you feel, but my power is limited, so I can't satisfy everyone." Mike shook his hands and said, "Let's put it this way! If you want to take the Patronus Charm course, please sign up in the auditorium at 1pm! We will select the best candidates!"

After Mike finished speaking, the crowd became noisy again. Mike's selective teaching behavior obviously did not satisfy some people, and some people in the crowd even started complaining directly.

In the eyes of these people, coming to Mike to learn is giving Mike face and asking questions without shame!
Now Mike's behavior is completely a slap in their faces.

Mike naturally wouldn't care about these things. Those who complained were basically all pure-bloods and half-bloods with some family background. These people were not his targets.

Then, the tip of Mike's staff made another explosion.

This explosion was much louder than the last one, and many people present covered their ears with grim expressions.

"I've said everything I need to say. Now! Get out of here right now!" Mike said with an unwavering expression, "This is Ravenclaw's territory! If you dare to cause trouble here, don't blame me for being rude!"

Facts have proved that the effect of threatening with force is obviously much better than persuasion with kind words. After Mike made such harsh words, the people present remembered Mike's identity as the duel champion and left the scene one after another.

After doing all this, Mike returned to the lounge after seeing that the crowd had dispersed.

Penelope has been feeling much more relaxed lately, thanks to her joining the Freemasons.

As Mike's girlfriend and a senior member of the Freemasons, Penelope no longer has to worry about employment after graduation.

So she basically gave up courses like Arithmancy, Divination and Muggle Studies, which were both tedious and useless, and concentrated on learning major subjects such as spells and potions that could enhance her own strength.

The result of this was that she spent more time in the lounge.

So when Mike returned to the lounge, he found Penelope with almost no effort.

"Penelope, we may be busy this afternoon." Mike pulled Penello to a deserted corner and said, "There are so many people who want to take classes here now, we have to raise the threshold for screening."

"Hmm. So how do you want to filter?"

"It's very simple. Except for those who are familiar with us or have great potential, we will choose all Muggle-born wizards!" Mike spread his hands and said, "You have to remember that those Muggle-born wizards are the ones who are truly in the same boat with us. We have common interests with them. In addition, the plans of the peripheral organizations can also be implemented."

Penelope showed a look of surprise when she heard this. She believed from the beginning that Mike's peripheral organization plan would succeed, but she didn't expect that Mike would act so quickly.

Michael didn't care what Penelope thought, and said to himself: "The name of our peripheral organization is 'Los Santos Student Club'. The name of this plan is called 'Los Santos Student Support Program'. The purpose is to train more outstanding employees for Los Santos Company. Of course, this is just an external excuse, and you know the real purpose."

"I want you to find people with potential among these selected people and invite them to join this club. As long as they join, they can get student loans and a lot of learning materials. In exchange, these people will be given priority to work in Los Santos Corporation after graduation."

"This... then what can we gain?"

Penelope's expression was a little strange. She could foresee that once this plan was implemented, it would consume a huge amount of gold galleons. If these gold galleons were invested elsewhere, they would get more returns.

This puzzled her greatly. In her opinion, Mike was simply losing money to gain publicity. You know, there are bad debts in loans!

"You don't understand. Just do as I say."

Mike had a weird smile on his face. Penelope didn't understand how terrible this "student loan" was.

Take the education loans of the coal-producing countries in the past as an example. Although this huge amount of loan gave those young people from the lower classes the opportunity to get a better education, it also made them bear huge debts.

Even Mr. Omar, the first black president of the coal country in the previous life, only paid off his education loan at the age of 43!

Although this was due to the fact that he had made more installments, it was still enough to prove the huge amount of the loan.

The same is true for Hogwarts. Although tuition, accommodation and food expenses seem to be free at Hogwarts, in fact, if you want to learn advanced knowledge, you have to spend money to do so!
If you want to learn Potions well, how can the experiments in class be enough? Do you want to get good grades without spending your own money to buy materials and do experiments?

Without a good venue for learning spells, how can you practice those powerful and complex spells?

How can you expand your knowledge of Ancient Magic if you don’t go find more ancient documents to study on your own?
When these people borrowed huge amounts of money from Mike in order to study, they officially fell into Mike's trap. There were not many job opportunities in the wizarding world, and these high-level talents who had graduated would most likely choose to join Los Santos Corporation out of gratitude to Mike when faced with a small number of choices. And most of their monthly salary had to be used to pay off the original tuition loans, which meant that Mike had recruited a group of talents that he could not have recruited at all at an extremely low price!

Of course, these are all future benefits, and now, the direct reward Mike can get from doing this is the gratitude of those Muggle students!

Mike is sure that once this plan is implemented, the vast majority of Muggle students in Hogwarts will worship him as a god!
On this side, Mike was discussing the details of the plan with Penelope, while an extremely important discussion was taking place in the principal's office in the same castle.

When Fudge first became Minister of Magic, he was terrified. At that time, he had a very clear understanding of his own abilities. He was no match for Dumbledore in terms of personal bravery or strategy.

But what Dumbledore had done over the years had made him start to swell up. He began to think that no matter how strong Dumbledore was, he was no match for him, the captain of the magic corps.

However, when Fudge came to Hogwarts again today, he found that he was wrong. Dumbledore was still the powerful legendary wizard, and he was still the incompetent fat man. Nothing had changed.

Today was the first time in his life that he saw Dumbledore so angry.

"I think it's no longer appropriate for those Dementors to be around Hogwarts. What do you think?"

Dumbledore's voice did not fluctuate at all, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

But Fudge shuddered violently after hearing these words.

Although it was a question, Fudge did not think that Dumbledore was asking for his opinion, so under such high pressure, Fudge said: "I... know!"

After saying this, Fudge became weak and his clenched hands relaxed.

He felt very weak at this moment.

After all, wizard society is different from Muggle society. There are extremely powerful individuals here. In front of these human-shaped nuclear bombs, I am as powerless as a child.

What's more, the humanoid nuclear bomb in front of him named Dumbledore was much stronger than him in both fame and political strength. If Dumbledore jumped out now and said that Fudge was a waste and he was going to be the Minister of Magic himself, Fudge felt that he had no hope of winning.

So he compromised. Power is a man's aphrodisiac. Fudge has enjoyed the benefits of power over the years. He doesn't want to lose it for the time being, so he can only compromise.

But when he walked out of Hogwarts, he felt deeply humiliated.

This shouldn't be the case. He was clearly the supreme ruler of the British wizarding world, but at this moment he was like a puppet being remotely controlled by Dumbledore!
His fists, which had relaxed, were clenched together again, his thick and blunt nails dug into the flesh, and scarlet blood soon dripped onto the ground, but Fudge was completely unaware.

After an unknown amount of time, the pair of fat fists relaxed again. Fudge took a deep look at the Hogwarts Castle and left Hogwarts under the escort of the surrounding Aurors.

Life must go on. Once the news of Dementors being expelled by Dumbledore after repeatedly invading Hogwarts is exposed, it will deal a huge blow to his prestige. Only by catching Black as soon as possible can the losses be minimized. Only by catching Black as soon as possible can the people believe that he is still a capable minister.

Fudge left very secretly, just like he came, and almost no one knew he had been to Hogwarts today.

Blake, who was far away in the Shrieking Shack, naturally didn't know about this.

In fact, he was now commanding Shuke to place each piece of exquisite furniture in the place where they should be.

He had no difficulty commanding Shuke to do work. Having grown up in the Black family, he had lived with these house-elves since he was a child. In his eyes, house-elves were completely hopeless creatures, and it would be good for them only to let them do more work.

At this moment, Blake no longer looked as disheveled as before. He was now wearing clean and tidy clothes. The beard on his chin had been shaved off, and the long hair on his head that had originally reached his shoulders had been trimmed by him and now lay neatly on his forehead.

Except for his still thin figure and some white spots in his hair, he has completely recovered into the handsome nobleman he used to be.

He really wants to continue living now!

He had never had such a desire before. He didn't want to live since James died. The only reason he lived so long was to atone for his sins.

But now it's different, Mike has weaved a beautiful dream for him.

A dream to live with Harry, a chance to make it up to James!

This beautiful dream kept him awake at night. Whenever he thought of it, he felt like a fool. If he had not been imprisoned in Azkaban, he could have given Harry a happy childhood.

Whenever Black thought of the abuse Harry suffered at his uncle's house, he became so angry that he wanted to kill those hateful Muggles right now.

I owe Harry a good childhood, but fortunately it's not too late to make up for it now.

Thinking of this, Blake ignored Shuke who was busy, went into his room and reopened the package that he had opened countless times in the past few days.

A flying broom was lying quietly in the package.

Firebolt, what a beautiful broom!

A smile appeared on Black's face, his hand was touching the broom, his eyes were looking at the broom, but his heart was thinking about Harry.

That child is a Quidditch genius like his father. I believe that with this broom, he will be able to sweep the world like his father and lead Gryffindor to become a true champion.

Christmas is coming soon, so give him this broom as a Christmas gift!

The smile on Black's face grew wider and wider, and his eyes began to become blurred, as if the time he spent with Harry's father James appeared before his eyes again.

(End of this chapter)