Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 290 Fire Dragon?

On the parchment, the Australian egg white eye that was emitting colorful light was still roaring at everyone.

"They want you to fight a fire dragon?" Penelope covered her mouth nervously, "How is this possible?"

Mike patted Penelope gently to comfort her and motioned for her to continue reading.

At this time, more words gradually appeared on the parchment:
Australian Egg White Eye

'Long considered the most beautiful of dragons, it has pearly scales covering its body and glittering, multicolored eyes without pupils.

The Australian Whiteeye is of medium size, weighing approximately two to three tons.

It has a mild temperament, likes to eat sheep, and can spit out a very bright red flame.

Warrior Phase 1 Mission
'Seize the golden egg in the dragon's lair.'

As the text appeared, the ball on the parchment also changed.

A nest appeared next to the fire dragon, with about five or six eggs in it. Most of them were grayish white, but one of them was an extremely conspicuous golden color.

'Suggested clearance method:

1. Use the eye disease spell to make the fire dragon lose its eyesight.

2. Use Transfiguration to create a sheep to make the dragon come out of its lair.

3. Use the flying spell to steal.

After the display was completed, a bright red flame suddenly spurted out of the mouth of the Australian white-eyed fire dragon on the parchment, and then the entire parchment began to spontaneously combust and eventually turned into nothingness, without even a trace of ash left.

"This...this shouldn't be a pre-match guide, right?"

Penelope spoke with a slight stammer.

She was not a fool. Even though the Triwizard Tournament, which once had a very high casualty rate, had undergone reforms, it would not give the players such a detailed 'strategy' before the game.

"Of course, I cheated." Mike said as a matter of course, "Cheating is a common practice in the Tri-National Tournament, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"So, how are you going to deal with this Australian dragon?" Franklin asked cautiously, "It's a full-grown fire dragon!"

"Yeah, Mike," Penelope agreed, "There are three options on the note, which one do you plan to use?"

"I don't need any."

Mike said this, while Franklin beside him showed a black question mark face.

"It's just a fire dragon. It's not as difficult as you think."

Franklin and Penelope looked at each other in silence. This was an adult fire dragon. No ordinary wizard could contend with its physical fitness or breath power. How could you say it so lightly?
But Mike was telling the truth.

He really didn't take it seriously as just a fire dragon, especially one with restricted range of movement.

Although he was quite busy during this period, he still did not give up his daily meditation and spell practice.

Nowadays, his strength has reached a terrifying level.

According to his rough estimate, if all restrictions were relaxed, he should be able to fight Snape to a draw.

But if it is a life-and-death battle, it is hard to say, after all, there are too many unexpected events in the battles between wizards.

Compared with the power that wizards control, their physical fitness is so weak that it makes people's scalps numb.

……

The next morning, when Mike arrived at the auditorium, he became the focus of the crowd again.

Last night was so rushed that no one except the people from Ravenclaw College had time to congratulate Mike.

So now that there is an opportunity, all these people rushed over.

Mike in the crowd had a formulaic smile on his face, shook hands with the visitors again and again, and expressed his gratitude for their congratulations.

At the same time, he also noticed that most of the people who came to congratulate him had a magic badge hanging on their chests.

It can be seen that this badge should have been made spontaneously by students, because it is not made too delicately, and only has some crude image and text magic attached to it, so that the image and text on it can change continuously.

On the badge, the image that was changing at the moment was Mike's head, and there was even a line of artistic words underneath, which read: Support Mike Townley. A true warrior of Hogwarts.

"Not bad, right?" Chris from Slytherin smiled and leaned against Mike and said, "Wait a minute, there's something even more exciting!"

As he spoke, Chris pressed the badge.

Then the picture on the badge began to change.

The background color changed from shiny gold to dark green, the character's head changed to Harry, and finally the text below changed to 'Potter stinks! '.

There were a lot of people surrounding Mike, and except for a few Gryffindor students, all the students from the other three colleges were wearing this badge.

At this moment, they all pressed the badges on their chests, and then, under the shining green light, everyone laughed in a strange way.

Mike didn't laugh, he just looked at Chris expressionlessly.

Chris's laughter suddenly stopped as Mike stared at him. He explained to Mike awkwardly:

"These are some badges made by our Slytherin. After all, Slytherin is also a part of Hogwarts. Even though we don't like you as a warrior, we still have to support you. Then, the students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seemed to like this badge very much, so we gave some to them as well."

"That's right, Mike!" A senior Hufflepuff boy said with a red face, "We respect you as a warrior! But this villain (he poked the green Harry head portrait on his chest with his finger)! We will never accept it!"

There was an immediate echo of voices from all around.

Mike shook his head speechlessly.

He really couldn't do anything about the current situation. People would only selectively believe what they wanted to believe. Even if Mike helped Harry explain now, others would just think that this was Mike's modesty.

So, Mike could only say sorry to Harry.

Compared to the students' intense reactions, the professors were much calmer.

Mike didn't have many classes today, just two Charms classes and two Muggle Studies classes.

Professor Flitwick didn't react much, he just smiled at Mike throughout the class.

But the middle-aged female professor of the Muggle Studies class was different. She praised Mike to the sky and hinted to everyone from time to time when she was bragging to her classmates that the reason why Mike could achieve his current success was largely due to her good teaching.

This was really too much for Mike to handle. If it was someone else, Mike would have gotten angry on the spot, but facing a professor... Mike could only pray that the get out of class would end early.

Fortunately, God seemed to have heard Mike's prayers. Just as Mike was still trying to suppress his embarrassment and cooperate with the professor's boasting, a breathless Ravenclaw boy suddenly broke into the Muggle Studies classroom. "Professor... Professor, they want Senior Townley... Townley to go upstairs now."

"Huh?" The middle-aged female professor glared at the man unhappily, "Who are they?"

"Yes...Mr. Bagman," the boy said uncomfortably. "All the warriors have to go. I think they want to take pictures..."

The middle-aged female professor rolled her eyes. As an unappreciated professor of an unappreciated course, it was rare for her to have the opportunity to brag to others.

And now it seemed that today's happy time was about to end, and she could not disobey the orders of the high officials of the Ministry of Magic.

So, ten minutes later, Mike with a smile on his face finally appeared in a small classroom.

"Oh! Oh! Here he comes! The champion of Hogwarts!" An old woman with golden curly hair and glasses came towards Mike, "Come in quickly, Mr. Townley. We are about to start the wand testing ceremony. The other champions and referees will be here soon."

Mike knew this woman. She was Rita Skeeter, the reporter who had worked with him several times and specialized in writing negative articles.

He calmly dodged the hand that Rita Skeeter extended to him, then nodded slightly at her and said:
"Hello, Ms. Skeeter."

"Hello! Hello! It's my honor to meet you!"

Rita Skeeter said this in a flattering manner, showing no sign of embarrassment at having her handshake just been refused.

The desks and chairs in the classroom had long been piled to the back, leaving a large open space. In the center of the open space, Ludobackman sat there in a daze, and on the other side of the open space, Viktor Krum was huddled in a corner as usual, not talking to anyone.

"Mike!"

A pleasant female voice was heard. Mike looked in the direction of the voice and saw Furong walking towards him with a smile.

"You're finally here!" Furong shook her head as she spoke, her long silver hair flashing with dazzling light, "I'm almost suffocating alone!"

After saying that, she took Mike's arm as if it was a matter of course.

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she gestured wildly at the chubby cameraman.

The cameraman who was taking pictures of Krum frantically finally reacted and pointed the camera at Mike and Fleur.

"Maybe you can have a chat with Krum." Mike glanced at Rita Skeeter who was so excited that she could hardly control herself, and said slowly, "Look, he looks lonely and pitiful."

"I don't want to!" Furong hugged Mike's arm and twisted her body. Her two indescribable lumps were squeezed on Mike's arm and kept deforming. "That guy can't even speak English. There's nothing for me to talk to him about!"

Just as Mike was about to reply, Ludobackman, who was in a daze not far away, suddenly stood up.

"Here he comes! The fourth champion! Harry Potter!"

Ludo seemed to be quite excited, which made his voice sound a little more vibrato.

"Hello, Mr. Ludo." Harry greeted with an awkward smile, "Hello, Mike."

"Okay, don't waste time. We have to check whether your wands are fully functional and in good condition, because in future competitions, the wand may be the only thing you can rely on, hehe." Ludo smiled obscenely, "The expert is upstairs with Dumbledore. After the wand inspection is completed, we will take pictures, and then you will also need to accept an interview with the reporter. Well, it's this Rita... er... Rita..."

"Rita Skeeter! Mr. Bagman!"

Rita Skeeter warned through gritted teeth.

"Okay, Ms. Rita Skeeter!" Ludo waved his hand and led everyone to the stairs, "Let's go, everyone."

Upstairs from the classroom was a bright attic with a long table covered with a velvet tablecloth, where Karkaroff, Maxim, and Mr. Crouch were sitting.

Standing at the attic window were Dumbledore and an old man who looked familiar to Mike.

"Please allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore returned to the judge's seat alone and sat down. "Mr. Ollivander is one of the few remaining wand masters in Europe. Almost all wizards' wands in the country are made by him."

Ollivander stood up and bowed slightly to everyone.

It was not until this moment that Mike remembered who he was.

The old man who opened a shabby little shop in Diagon Alley that specialized in selling wands.

"Miss Delacour, you go first, okay?"

Ollivander said, walking to the open space in the middle of the housing price.

Fleur took a deep breath, shook her hair, and went over to hand her wand to Ollivander.

The wand spun in Ollivander's hand like a baton, and many pink and golden sparks continued to spurt out from the tip of the wand. Then he put the wand in front of him, looked at it carefully, and smelled it.

"I can't tell who made it, but it's very well made!" he said. "Maple, nine inches long, with a core made of... Oh! Merlin!"

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Furong in disbelief.

"The core is made of Veela hair. It's my grandmother's hair."

Fleur said nervously, her eyes unconsciously drifting towards Mike.

In this passage, she has already admitted that her grandmother was a Veela and that she has some Veela blood.

This mixed blood of wizards and magical creatures is much lower than Muggle blood in the traditional concept of pure blood, especially when the blood is mixed with the blood of Veela, an inferior creature that is usually regarded as rbq by wizards.

It can be said that this is also the case in France, a country with an open atmosphere.

If it was in Ying Country, Furong would have no chance to be born at all. Once other wizards knew that her grandmother gave birth to a half-blood child with a wizard, they would immediately run over and strangle both mother and child to death.

Even in France, her ancestry is still despised by many people.

So, she was now very worried, wondering if Mike would also hate her because of her bloodline.

Fortunately, there was no look of disgust on Mike's face. On the contrary, he was applauding Furong.

"What a wonderful combination! Although I have never used Veela hair as a wand core. I think wands made of Veela hair are a bit... well, too sensitive and willful. But I believe this wand is definitely the most suitable for you!"

Ollivander farted sweetly while carefully stroking the wand with his fingers, checking for any scratches or chips.

Then he whispered, "The orchid is in bloom!"

Everyone only heard a dull thud, and a bunch of flowers blossomed from the tip of the stick.

"It's in very good condition! I can see that you cherish it very much." Ollivander handed the bouquet to Fleur, "Come on, beautiful flowers with a beautiful lady! This is such a traditional and beautiful combination!"

Ollivander was talking nonsense, but Fleur was completely ignoring him.

Fleur snatched the bouquet from Ollivander's hand, turned it back into a wand with a flick of her arm, and then jumped back to Mike.

(End of this chapter)