Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 293: Lucky Item: Flitwick's Huntsman's Hat
Due to the Ravenclaw class schedule, the lower grade students of Ravenclaw always get a whole afternoon of rest every Monday afternoon.

At this time of day in the past, Mike would always lie on the sofa in the lounge for the entire afternoon, enjoying this rare leisure time.

However, this time when Mike finished class and was about to go back to the lounge with his books to relax for a while, he was stopped by Harry who had been waiting for a long time.

"Mike!" Harry called stealthily.

"Hey! Harry! You look..."

"Come with me now! I have something important to tell you!"

After that, before Mike could finish speaking, Harry pulled Mike to a remote and deserted corner.

"Mike, I may know who tampered with the Goblet of Fire!" Harry muttered to himself impatiently, "It was Karkaroff! Black contacted me last night, and he said that Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater! He was pardoned by the Ministry of Magic because he betrayed a lot of his former companions! And Krum, he must not be a good person either, we must be careful of him during the competition!"

"That person can't be Karkaroff, Harry." Mike said helplessly, "Think about it, Karkaroff betrayed Voldemort and survived. It's impossible for him to return to Voldemort's command. Because he will be killed the first time he appears in front of Voldemort."

“Is… is that so?”

Harry was a little dazed, while Mike on the other side continued:

"We really need to be careful with Krum. You know, he's from Durmstrang. By the way, you should know Durmstrang, right?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head.

He only knew that there was such a magic school, but he knew nothing else about it.

"Durmstrang is a magic school that only recruits pure-blood wizards, and the concept of bloodline discrimination is very popular there." Mike said, "And Durmstrang also condones the dark arts. They don't have a defense against the dark arts class, only a dark magic use class that teaches you how to use the dark magic.

You must know Voldemort's nickname, right? The Dark Lord. But in fact, he is only the second generation Dark Lord.

The first Dark Lord's name was Grindelwald, from Durmstrang. No matter from which level, Grindelwald is much stronger than Voldemort. You can go to the library to check the information about this.

The birth of Grindelwald is a testament to Durmstrang's teaching strength. In addition, their students are basically all capable of dark magic, so they must be treated with caution."

Harry nodded continuously as he listened.

What Mike said was very new to him. He had never imagined what other magic schools would be like before.

"What about Beauxbatons?" Harry asked eagerly. "Is Beauxbatons as bad as Durmstrang?"

This is the mentality of children. In the eyes of many children, the world is always black and white.

"Beauxbatons is in France. Do you remember the Philosopher's Stone? Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, graduated from Beauxbatons." Michael shook his head and said, "Thanks to Nicolas Flamel, Beauxbatons' alchemy is very advanced. Almost all the famous alchemists in Europe are graduates of Beauxbatons. By the way, Beauxbatons' attitude towards bloodline is very open, second only to Ilvermorny in the Coal Kingdom."

"Okay, I know."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed. He really wanted to know what Ilvermorny that Mike mentioned was like, but his thin skin made it difficult for him to open his mouth, so he decided to go back and ask Hermione.

"Don't worry too much about the mouse hiding in the dark. You'll be fine with Dumbledore and I here." Mike put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "You might as well think about how to deal with tomorrow's project. That's a dragon."

"You already knew!? I was just about to tell you!" Harry's mouth suddenly opened wide. "Karkaroff and Madam Maxime already knew about the dragon appearing near the Forbidden Forest. So I am the last one to know?"

"Don't take it personally, this is normal. Cheating is a tradition in the Tri-Power Cup."

Harry nodded somewhat dazedly. He felt very uncomfortable as he thought he could cheat on the test because he had peeked at the questions, only to find out in the end that everyone else was taking an open-book test.

"So, have you thought about how to deal with the fire dragon?"

Harry shook his head again in confusion.

"Okay, let me give you some advice." Mike held Harry in his arms and walked towards Ravenclaw College, not caring about the people coming and going around them. "Fire dragons are extremely powerful creatures. Usually, it takes seven or eight adult wizards to cast spells at the same time to control them. But they are not without weaknesses. If you want to deal with them, I suggest you use the Eye Disease Spell to destroy their vision, and then use the Flying Spell to summon your own flying broom, so that you can rely on the high maneuverability to play with them."

"Eye-sickness spell and flying spell?"

Harry murmured the names of the two spells. He always felt that these two spells sounded very familiar. Professor Flitwick should have taught them in class, but unfortunately, when he thought of these two spells now, his head was blank.

"Don't tell me you don't know how. Professor Flitwick taught these two spells in class."

"Of course I will!"

Harry quickly denied it. He wouldn't let others know that he didn't pay attention in class.

"Well, good luck to you then." Mike yawned and walked towards the eagle-head door knocker, "I have to lie down for a while."

Harry stood there in a daze, watching Mike walking away, feeling somewhat complicated.

To be honest, when he saw Rita Skeeter's report, he had some thoughts about Mike.

After all, Rita Skeeter's attitude towards Mike and herself is very different.

But when he learned the news about the fire dragon and Karkaroff, he ran to tell Mike as soon as possible.

This is to prevent Mike from being cheated.

However, now, not only did he not help Mike, but on the contrary, he was even helped by Mike...

Harry gritted his teeth and called out again to stop Mike, who had already answered the question about the eagle-head door knocker and was about to enter.

Mike turned around and looked at Harry in confusion.

"Thank you, Mike!"

Mike smiled and waved to Harry, then walked into the lounge without looking back.

……

The next morning, when Mike left his dormitory as usual to go to class, he was surprised to find Professor Flitwick waiting at the door of his dormitory, pacing back and forth. He looked like he had been waiting there for a long time, and it was not until Mike appeared in front of him that Professor Flitwick's frown was completely relaxed.

"Mike! You finally got up." Professor Flitwick said, "You don't have classes this morning. We need to use this last bit of time to prepare for the afternoon game."

After saying that, Flitwick took Mike and walked towards his office.

"I'm sorry, Mac," Flitwick said as he walked away. "I didn't know the details of the competition until just now. Otherwise we would have had more time to prepare."

"If the task this afternoon is to deal with a fire dragon, I think I am well prepared."

"Oh? Then tell me your solution first."

So Mike repeated the plan on the note, and while Mike was talking, he and Flitwick arrived at the office of the Charms professor.

"It's a good idea, but I think my plan is more suitable." Professor Flitwick muttered, "After all, dragons are very difficult to deal with!"

As he spoke, Flitwick pushed open the door of the office. After he and Mike entered the office, he looked outside the door again, and when he saw that there was no one there, he closed the door again.

"Let me show you something good! With this fire dragon, it won't be a big deal for you."

Professor Flitwick pulled a large, parchment-wrapped package from a cupboard.

"what is this?"

Mike asked curiously, and Professor Flitwick smiled smugly upon hearing this. He carefully opened the package and said:

"Dragon dung! The dung of dozens of dragons! From what I understand, the content of your competition is to steal dragon eggs, so all you have to do is identify the types of dragons, and then smear the same type of dragon dung on yourself, so that the dragons can't smell you! Then you can use the Disillusionment Charm to steal the dragon eggs!"

Mike was stunned, but Professor Flitwick continued to speak proudly as if he didn't notice Mike's expression:

"I got this from Professor Sprout with great difficulty. As you know, dragon feces has an excellent effect on promoting the growth of some special herbs, so Professor Sprout cherishes it very much."

"Um, I think I'd better forget it, Professor Flitwick." Mike pinched his nose with some disgust. "I have been well prepared before. Besides, I am afraid I can't accept this smell. As you know, I have a slight mysophobia."

"You'd better take it with you. This thing will come in handy if your plans fail. And compared to getting injured or being eaten by a dragon, it's actually no big deal to get a little dirty." Professor Flitwick advised, "Oh! By the way! And this! A shield made of a mixture of mithril and obsidian, which can effectively resist the flames of a dragon. And this is a disposable amulet that can release armor to protect the body..."

Flitwick was like an old father whose son was about to go off to war, desperately searching his collection, trying to find something in it that could help his son survive.

With Professor Flitwick's operation, a pile of equipment was piled up in front of Mike in a short while, including everything from clothing to drinks to various disposable props.

After rummaging through the drawers for a while, Flitwick finally stopped.

He stood in a daze in the messy office that he had turned upside down, as if thinking about what else he could give to Mike.

After a while, Flitwick suddenly slapped his head, and then took out a black leather hat from a cowhide box in an almost pious manner.

This is a strange-looking tricorn hat. (The hat shape is based on Blood Curse. Friends who don’t have a good sense of the picture can search for Blood Curse Hunter Hat by themselves.)
The overall shape of the hat still maintains the traditional tricorne shape, with the brim turned up high, and the right front and left front sides tightly attached to the hat body, forming three sharp corners on the brim.

But compared with the ordinary tricorn hat, the brim of this hat is shorter, and the hat body is not the traditional regular semicircle, but a semi-ellipse.

This makes the three folded corners sharper and the hat smaller overall.

I have to say that this change is very clever, making this hat more handsome and sharp compared to the traditional bulky tricorn hat.

The hat was a little worn, and had begun to fade in many places.

But Flitwick treated it with more cherishment than the 'treasures' piled on the ground.

Professor Flitwick carefully brushed off the non-existent dust on his hat, then held the hat in both hands and walked up to Mike with almost solemn steps.

Mike quickly knelt down on one knee and lowered his body as much as possible so that the short Professor Flitwick could put on the strange hat more easily.

"This is the lucky hat my father gave me before he disappeared. He said it would bring me good luck. From then on, whenever I encountered a duel that I might lose, I would wear it. And whenever I participated in a duel wearing this hat, I won!" Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed, and his voice trembled slightly. "Now, I give this hat to you, and I hope it can bring you good luck!"

With that, Flitwick put the hat on Mike's head and straightened it carefully.

"Thank...thank you! Really..."

Mike had so many words of thanks in his heart that he wanted to express them, but the words got stuck when they reached his lips, and finally turned into a simple, trembling thank you.

His eyes were red.

Hot tears slowly slid down my cheeks.

Mike always thought crying was an extremely shameful thing, but at this moment he really couldn't control his emotions.

From Flitwick, he felt something that he had always longed for but never had.

Family affection!

To be precise, it is the love from parents and elders!
Along the way, I have made many friends who can trust me, but the only one who truly gives to me without asking for anything in return is Flitwick!
The suppressed sobbing continued, and Professor Flitwick reached out and hugged Mike, gently patting his back to soothe him.

Only when the sobbing gradually died down and Mike's breathing became steady did Professor Flitwick let go of Mike. He wiped his red eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"It's almost time, we should gather. As your professor, this is all I can do. You have to promise me that you will be careful!"

"Don't worry, Professor!" Mike wiped away the remaining tears on his face with his sleeve and said firmly, "I don't care about a mere fire dragon!"

Professor Flitwick was greatly relieved when he heard this. He patted Mike's arm vigorously and said with a smile:

"Okay! Okay! I'll be watching you from the audience! You better try your best! Let those purebloods who look down on us see how powerful we, the ones with inferior bloodlines, are!"

"Yeah! I'll let them see it!"

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time!

(End of this chapter)