Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 281 Muggle Flying Machine

"Did you see that, Draco Malfoy, that unusual jumping ferret..."

Ron pretended to be funny and recounted what had just happened in the auditorium.

One has to admit that he did inherit his two brothers' talent for humor. Everyone present was amused by him, even Harry who had just witnessed the whole process.

However, Harry only felt a sudden dizziness in front of his eyes, followed by a wave of pain.

The sudden pain made Harry cover his head. He felt around on his forehead and finally found the source of the pain, a lightning-shaped scar.

This scar has been there since he was a child. He originally thought it was a birthmark, but it was not until he entered Hogwarts that he understood the origin of the scar.

This is caused by the killing curse!
On the night his parents were killed by Voldemort, Voldemort also cast the Killing Curse at him, but the green light bounced back and killed Voldemort, leaving a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

It can be said that this scar is the warrior’s medal!
However, recently, this scar started to hurt for no apparent reason!

"What's wrong with you Harry?"

Hermione looked at Harry with concern, but at the moment Harry was in so much pain that he could not speak and could only groan.

The situation here finally attracted Ron's attention. He came over with a group of onlookers and asked worriedly:
"Starting again?"

Harry nodded.

"Shall I take you to the infirmary?"

"No, I feel much better."

Harry was pale and breathing heavily, his hair was completely wet with sweat.

The pain came quickly and went away quickly.

But Hermione didn't think so. She grabbed Harry's hand and tried to drag him to the infirmary, but Harry broke free.

"I'm all right!"

"You don't look like you're okay right now!"

"He's been to the infirmary a long time ago," said Ron, "but Madam Pomfrey didn't find any problems. She just told him to rest and not to think too much."

"Have you ever gone to see Dumbledore?" Hermione said, "Dumbledore will definitely be able to cure you. He is the strongest white..."

"Stop it Hermione." Harry interrupted Hermione with a frown, "He has done enough for me. I don't want to bother him for such a small matter."

Hermione was about to say something else when a voice suddenly came.

"What are you guys talking about?"

The three of them looked and saw Mike appear in the Gryffindor common room.

At the same time, Mike was holding two little boys in his two hands.

"Uh, you are..."

Facing the three people's puzzled looks, Mike explained:
"It's like this. When I returned to Ravenclaw, I found out that our Mr. Hong and..."

Mike had only said half of his words when Zhou Hong, who was grabbed by Mike's left hand by the back of his neck, protested in dissatisfaction:
"My last name is Zhou! My given name is Hong!"

"Okay! Our Mr. Hong Zhou and this young gentleman whose name I don't know have been mixed up with Peeves since some time ago. They are planning to use dung bombs to wash the entire Hogwarts with blood, so I just caught them back."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and after a while they said:
"That certainly sounds like something they would do."

"You don't know yet, Mike, but the child on your right is Colin, the brother of the fanatical photographer. He fell into the Black Lake with the child on your right on the night of the Sorting Ceremony. They took this opportunity to become good friends and the most troublesome people for Filch in Hogwarts in the past hundred years. My two brothers are not as bad as them."

"Oh! Really?" Mike's expression was a little strange, and he loosened his hands. "Well, you two, I warn you that you'd better behave yourself. If you make trouble again, I might have to go talk to Colin and Benjamin."

Hearing this, Colin's brother showed fear on his face, but Zhou Hong was not afraid at all. He jumped far away, made a face at Mike, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this, Colin's brother hurriedly followed.

Mike couldn't help but smile bitterly, but Ron came closer and said:
"Mike, is the Benjamin you just mentioned the brother of Hong Zhou?"

"You can understand that."

"Um, actually I've always wanted to ask this." Ron looked strange, "Benjamin seems to be white, right? Then how come he has an Asian brother?"

"Emm, you need to ask him this question in person." Mike's face choked, and then he changed the subject, "Okay, tell me about you guys, what were you talking about just now?"

"Nothing, we were talking about Malfoy..."

"Harry has a headache!"

Harry was interrupted by Hermione halfway through his words. Harry glared at Hermione angrily. He didn't want Mike to know about this because it made him feel embarrassed.

However, Mike's reaction was somewhat unexpected.

Mike's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy. He lifted Harry's bangs and said:
"When did it start?"

Harry was shocked by Mike's reaction, but still stammered:

"Um, summer vacation. It starts the week before the Quidditch World Cup."

Mike fell into deep thought.

Others don’t know what causes Harry’s headache, but he knows it clearly after reading the original book.

On that night more than ten years ago, due to some accidents, a small piece of Voldemort's soul was split off by the Killing Curse and merged into Harry's body.

This gave Harry outstanding magical talent and Parseltongue, but at the same time, it also turned Harry into an alternative Horcrux that even Voldemort himself didn't know about!
There is a connection between the Horcruxes and even the main soul.

Harry's way of receiving the induction was a headache.

Harry started to have a headache before the Quidditch World Cup, and Peter Pettigrew was found dead in Azkaban before the Quidditch World Cup.

Then the matter is clear.

What Mike was most worried about happened.

It is very likely that Peter Pettigrew is not dead, and he may even have returned to Voldemort and rescued him from that dark forest!

Is this the inertia of the world?

Mike sighed in his heart, but his face remained expressionless, and he said to Harry:

"This is not a small problem. Does Blake know about it?" "For now, he doesn't know."

"How is this possible? Aren't you already living together?" Mike asked in surprise, "He really doesn't care about you?"

"No, he treats me very well!" Harry retorted, "It's just that Dumbledore doesn't allow me to move out of my aunt's house. He said that only by living with blood relatives can the ancient protective spell on me continue to work and protect me."

There was a strong resentment in Harry's words, and Hermione now understood why Harry was reluctant to go to Dumbledore.

"Listen, Harry. First of all, you have to understand one thing. It's not shameful to feel unwell. I suggest you talk to Black about it, and then go find Dumbledore." Mike grabbed Harry's shoulders and said, "Don't hold a grudge. Dumbledore did nothing wrong in this matter. It was Black who was wrong. He became stupid after being in prison."

"He's not stupid!"

"Well, you love your godfather, I know what you mean!"

Harry blushed.

Mike continued:

"Anyway, just go and see Dumbledore. In exchange, I will find a way to let Black live with you!"

Harry's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly grabbed Mike's arm and asked:

"Are you serious?"

"More real than pearls!"

"Then I'll go now!"

Harry left in a hurry. Seeing this, Hermione and Ron silently gave Mike a thumbs up, and then ran out after Harry.

As Mike looked at the three people walking away, the smile on his face disappeared.

……

In the next two days, the members of the mutual aid society who were scattered throughout Hogwarts like spider webs finally brought Mike some useful information.

For example, the observation report on Moody's Eye.

According to the analysis in this report, Moody's magic eye should not be connected to Moody's neural network.

This can be seen from the fact that the movements of his right eye are completely out of sync with those of his left magic eye.

In other words, the image transmission ability of this magic eye should be carried out through an unknown supernatural way, rather than through the neural network as Mike and others originally believed.

Moreover, after a series of experiments, it was confirmed that the magic eye not only has vision, but also has a series of abilities such as breaking invisibility, perspective, 365-degree viewing angle (no blind spots have been found yet, and it is still being tested), etc.

However, the previously speculated abilities of seeing through minds and early warning were proven not to exist.

Below this report is a list of people who have sacrificed themselves to temptation.

One of the Gryffindor boys named Kodak suffered the most. In order to test whether the magic eye had the ability of perspective, he put his hand under the desk and secretly hit the Muggle flying vehicle. Moreover, in order to observe the ability of the magic eye, his eyes were always locked on Moody's face.

It made him look like he was shooting a Muggle flying machine at Moody.

Naturally, he was discovered by the angry Moody and put in solitary confinement.

But the worst thing was that now everyone in Hogwarts knew that he liked to hit Muggle aircraft in front of Moody's scarred face that could scare a child to tears.

It is foreseeable that Kodak may never find a girlfriend during the rest of his student life.

After three seconds of silence for Kodak, Mike put away the report and followed the crowd towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

In the past few days, his men had made sufficient contact with Moody on his behalf, and now it was finally his turn to take action.

Compared to Lupin's time, the layout of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is very different.

The open space in the center of the classroom that was used for biological displays in the past was filled with desks and chairs again. At the same time, the windows of the classroom were sealed tightly with wooden boards.

This made the entire classroom look very dim, quite like a Potions classroom. It would be even more like one if there were a few corpses of unknown creatures here.

Mike and others were not the first group of people to take this course. The Gryffindor students had already taken Moody's class once before.

According to the feedback from Gryffindor students afterwards, Moody's teaching method clearly has his own unique style.

In Hermione's own words
"He actually used the Unforgivable Curse in front of a group of young wizards!"

Two consecutive exclamation marks were enough to prove how strong Hermione's tone was at the time.

So, when the Ravenclaw students sat in this classroom, everyone felt a little uneasy.

Because no one knows whether Moody will continue to display the three unforgivable curses like last time.

Of course, there are exceptions among these people.

That's Mike and Victor.

Mike has already learned the three unforgivable curses, so it doesn't matter.

Victor, on the other hand, was simply excited.

The Masonic library contains a complete set of methods for practicing the three unforgivable curses and some of Mike's personal notes.

This made Victor's learning progress very fast, and now, there was an opportunity to observe others casting unforgivable curses at close range in front of him. How could he not be excited?

After a tense wait, Moody finally appeared at the classroom door.

His attire was exactly the same as it was at the opening party. His intact azure right eye was looking straight ahead, concentrating on the road, while his evil eye was scanning everyone unscrupulously.

Many girls who learned that the magic eye had the ability to see through things instinctively covered their chests and cast disgusted glances at Moody.

But Moody's doesn't care.

He came to the podium carrying his big box, opened his mouth, showing his yellow rotten teeth and smiled:
"It seems that you have heard about the content of today's class."

Hearing this, many students below the podium trembled slightly. The thing they were most worried about finally happened.

"Before coming here, I received a letter from Lupin, which gave some introduction to the knowledge you have mastered so far." Moody was still smiling, and the scar on his face stretched out like a chrysanthemum as he smiled. "In the past year, you have mastered a lot of knowledge needed to fight against dark magic creatures, but in this world, the most dangerous things are not those disgusting, damned, dirty creatures! The strongest and most dangerous things in this world are wizards!"

Moody paused, took out a portable wine flask, unscrewed the lid and took a big sip, then continued:

"I will only teach you for one year. This is what I promised Dumbledore. After this year, I will return to my wonderful retirement life. Therefore, I will not teach you anything else during this year. All I can teach you is how to deal with the most vicious and cunning dark wizards!"

(End of this chapter)