Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 280 Malfoy Skunk
Although the original concept of the Freemasonry and the Los Santos Student Aid Association was to help each other, there is no hierarchy among members and everyone is equal.

But apparently no one thought so.

No matter who he is, everyone regards Mike as their leader.

So the day after Mike gave the order, all the members of the Freemasons and Fraternal Aid Societies became busy, each of them frantically trying to find out all the information around them like a spy deep behind enemy lines.

As the person who gave the order, Mike was sitting on the sofa chair he often sat on in front of the fireplace in the Ravenclaw lounge with lifeless eyes, warming himself by the fire.

The weather was getting colder. Perhaps because of the ancient instinct engraved in his genes, the colder the weather was, the more sleepy and lazy Mike became.

I don’t want to do anything. I just want to sit on the sofa and warm myself by the fire.

"Master, your coffee and newspaper."

Beta's shrill, flattering voice made Mike's dilated pupils harden a little.

He reached out to take the teacup, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

The taste is just right.

Mike doesn't like tea or coffee, he likes drinking and smoking.

But for an underage wizard like him, getting involved in these two bad habits too early would damage his mental strength.

So, I'll just have to make do with it.

Putting down the teacup, Mike picked up the newspaper again.

The turmoil of the Quidditch World Cup has passed, and the front-page headlines of the newspapers have shifted to the Triwizard Tournament.

Mike has never been interested in these things. After all, Fudge has promised him that he will make him the champion of the Tri-National Championship.

As for how to do it specifically, he didn't care. If Fudge couldn't do it, he would have to compensate him with something of equal value afterwards.

This is the power of the magic contract.

Throwing away the newspaper, Mike returned to his original state.

It's so comfortable!

Mike sighed.

This is the advantage of being a boss. Once you give an order, countless people will run around for you.

And I just need to be a salted fish here.

Every day I go to the Herbology class to fiddle with the flowers and plants, go to the Magic Rune class to discuss the practical application techniques of ancient Magic Rune with the professor, go to the Transfiguration and Charms classes to show off, and go to the Muggle Studies class to take a nap.

After class, I played wizard chess with my classmates, chatted with them, and spent some time with Penelope.

Finally, after dinner, he went to Professor Flitwick to accept what was called punishment but was actually a special confinement.

Mike has been living this lazy life since school started.

If possible, Mike even wants to continue this kind of life forever.

It's so comfortable!

Mike sighed again.

However, this time, a somewhat flustered and excited voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Townley! Something happened!"

Mike sighed and opened his half-lidded eyes.

He knew who it was without even looking back. The only people in the Mutual Aid Society who would call him Sir Townley were the only ones in the entire Hogwarts.

In the past few days, the people in the mutual aid association have been gathering intelligence everywhere like crazy, and no matter how trivial the matter is, they will come to report to him.

To be honest, he was already a little annoyed.

"what's up?"

Mike said without turning his head.

"Harry, Harry Potter, he and Malfoy were arguing in the Great Hall!"

Hearing this, Mike closed his eyes again.

Draco and Harry are natural enemies. They are not happy unless they quarrel twice a day. This little thing is nothing at all.

But then, the person who came to report said:

"Malfoy cast a spell on Harry, and then... and then Professor Moody came and turned Malfoy into a skunk!"

Mike stood up quickly and walked towards the auditorium.

If it was just a conflict between Malfoy and Harry he wouldn't care, but it was different when Moody got involved.

Mike, who had undergone sword-fighting training, had much better physical fitness than ordinary wizards, and he arrived at the auditorium in just five minutes.

At this moment, the auditorium was already packed with people, and the people in the auditorium had spontaneously divided into three groups.

The Gryffindor group led by Harry and Moody and the Slytherin group led by a young man who looked very familiar to Mike were facing each other with serious expressions.

Next to them was a crowd of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

When the Ravenclaw people saw their star figure Mike arrive, they all spontaneously made way and sent Mike to the VIP seat in the front row.

As soon as he reached the front row, Mike heard a fierce argument between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Professor Moody, as a professor, you actually cast a curse on your own students. Just based on this point, I have enough reason to doubt whether you have enough character to be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts!" said the young man led by Slytherin with a serious face.

As soon as he said this, all the Slytherins behind him echoed him.

However, Moody didn't care. He just waved his wand lightly, and a series of dense and loud explosions sounded from the tip of his wand.

The Slytherin students thought he was attacking them, and they all instinctively dodged.

"Hahaha! You little Death Eaters are such cowards!" Moody laughed. "Your name is Chris Flint, right? I remember your father, that damn Death Eater. He escaped punishment by bribing those dewormers in the Ministry of Magic! But he is dead now, and died miserably! What, do you want to die now too?"

The Gryffindor camp also burst into laughter.

Hearing this, Mike remembered who the young man standing at the front of the Slytherin team was, Chris, the guy who challenged him to a wizard duel with Draco in his first year.

At the same time, he also remembered the man in the white hood who begged for mercy from him at the last minute on the night of the Quidditch World Cup. It seemed that his last name was also Flint.

Mike's eyes gradually became serious.

The Slytherins all had ferocious looks on their faces, as if they would rush forward and fight to the death at any time.

But it was just an appearance. Moody and the Gryffindors on the opposite side laughed for a long time, and no one in Slytherin dared to really rush forward.

Even Chris, whose father was insulted by name, did not act rashly.

They are waiting, waiting for their dean.

With Moody on the opposite side, if Snape wasn't there, they would just be eating their cake.

"What are you all doing here? Spread out!"

Professor McGonagall's majestic voice came, and Snape also arrived at the same time.

Many timid students quickly dispersed, but many still stayed where they were.

Perhaps because these students did not disperse as soon as they saw her, Professor McGonagall was very angry, and she and Snape merged into the crowd.

At this time, a skunk came out from behind Chris, hugged Snape's feet, and chattered non-stop, just like a poor child who was bullied by outsiders and complained to his elders. Snape frowned and looked at it, then looked at Mag.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, and she pointed the wand in her hand lightly. Without any spell, the skunk twisted and soon turned back into Draco.

After recovering, Draco curled up into a ball, his body trembling constantly, but he still held Snape's thigh tightly and refused to let go.

Snape swung his legs in disgust, but failed to get rid of it. Then he looked at Moody, who was whistling nonchalantly, with murderous eyes.

"What have you done?" Snape asked word by word.

"A lesson learned."

"What lesson?" McGonagall screamed, "We never use Transfiguration spells to punish students!"

"I just wanted to scare him a little."

"We can give him detention! Moody! Or deduct his marks and tell the dean of his house!"

Moody burst into laughter and looked at Snape with contempt.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was clear.

"I will inform the school directors of this matter." Snape's murderous eyes became even stronger. "Using dangerous spells like Transfiguration to punish students without authorization, I think the school directors will definitely reconsider whether it is a good idea to let a lunatic like you continue to stay in school."

"You are always so sarcastic, Snape!" Moody was not afraid at all. "I haven't settled the score with you yet! You'd better be careful. I will keep an eye on you. If you show any flaws, I will send you and these little Death Eaters to Azkaban!"

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall roared, and said to Moody, "I also think that your actions this time are a bit too much..."

Before McGonagall could finish her words, Harry rushed out from the crowd.

"Professor! It was Draco who insulted Ron's father first, and he also attacked me with a spell!" Harry said excitedly, "Professor Moody, he just..."

Harry was glared back at by Professor McGonagall before he could finish his words.

Then she looked at Draco again.

In the past, Draco would have jumped out to refute it.

But at this moment, he seemed frightened.

He was still hugging Snape's thighs tightly, his light eyes still filled with tears of pain and shame, and he kept mumbling something.

Although the sound was very soft and vague.

But people who are close can still hear a few words clearly.

It's "my dad".

Professor McGonagall shook her head and announced:

"This matter ends here. Now, everyone, return to the lounge!"

The Gryffindors left happily as if they had won a battle, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also left when they saw that there was nothing fun to watch.

The Slytherins were very unconvinced, and even after Snape gave the order, they remained unmoved.

Finally, it was Chris who gave the order, and everyone looked at Mag and Moody resentfully and left.

The auditorium was empty again, and Mike was ready to go back.

But at this moment, someone came in front of him.

"Are you alright?"

Mike said in a cold tone as he looked at Chris, who had black hair, green eyes and slightly curly hair.

Facing Mike's unfriendly look, Chris smiled nonchalantly and said:

"Chat?"

Mike was silent.

To be honest, Chris's performance just now did arouse his interest.

It is not surprising that the Slytherins did not obey Snape's orders. After all, after being slapped in the face so many times before, Snape's prestige in Slytherin was no longer what it used to be.

But why would those arrogant Slytherin guys listen to this guy so much?

"Come on, let's go for a walk together."

Chris invited Mike again, and this time, Mike did not refuse. Instead, he took the lead and walked out of the castle.

The two of them were silent all the way until they came to an empty lawn. Chris said in a relaxed tone:

"You killed my father."

Mike stopped. He was a little surprised because Chris was laughing when he said this.

"so what?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to blame you." Chris smiled even more brightly, "On the contrary, I want to thank you. Because my father died, I naturally became the new patriarch of the Fleet family."

"A fourteen-year-old clan leader?"

"That's right. Aren't you more amazing? You founded the Los Santos Group from scratch at the age of fourteen."

Mike stopped talking.

Although inheriting a family business at the age of 14 is not as difficult as starting from scratch, it is definitely not much easier.

Especially considering that the Fleet family is a large family with a large population.

The guy in front of me is definitely not simple.

At the same time, he also understood why the Slytherin people listened to Chris so much.

Now Chris is the patriarch of the Flint family.

As a Slytherin who seeks profit and avoids harm and puts profit above all else, it is not difficult to understand why he abandoned Malfoy and Snape and turned to Chris.

"So, what are you trying to say?"

"I just want to remind you. You are in trouble, big trouble." Chris's expression became slightly serious. "Along with my father, you killed many other important people. Although Fudge has signed a contract with the families of those people to stop them from attacking you, they will still find ways to retaliate against you behind your back.

As an ancient family, there must be some way to circumvent the magic contract."

"Is that what you came here to talk about?"

Chris' smile froze and he asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid?" Mike said with disdain, "You are just a bunch of useless bullies. Of course, you can also try to avenge your father and see if I will break your dog paws."

After saying that, Mike turned and left.

As if frightened by Mike's domineering attitude, Chris stared at Mike's back in a daze, and only burst into laughter when Mike completely disappeared from his sight.

"As expected... As expected of you!"

Chris murmured, laughing until tears came out, and as he spoke, there seemed to be a flash of green light in his green pupils.

At the same time, Harry, who was far away in the Gryffindor common room, felt a sudden pain in his head.

Recommended book: Saving the World from Hogwarts

(End of this chapter)