Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 299: A small meeting (sorry for being late)
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Townley."

After all the prisoners were taken away, the leading Auror nodded to Mike and said.

"This is what I should do as a Hogwarts student."

"You are such a model student. Dumbledore should give you a special contribution award." The Auror said with a smile, "I will be leaving now. I wish you a pleasant weekend."

"Okay, I wish you a safe trip too." Mike said, "Oh, by the way, please give my regards to Minister Fudge."

The Auror Captain nodded in agreement, drew out his wand, and cast the Apparition Charm.

Following a series of crackling sounds, the Auror captain disappeared in front of everyone.

At this time, Benjamin came over and asked softly with some excitement:

"We're still involved with the Minister of Magic?"

Mike didn't say anything. Benjamin in front of him had obviously guessed something from his last words, so he was so excited that he could hardly control himself.

But this really isn't the place to talk about these things.

Benjamin quickly realized this and covered his mouth.

It was the right thing to do, because Benjamin, who had received Mike's approval, was so excited that he was trembling all over.

He knew that Mike's Freemasonry and the Los Santos Group were very powerful, but he never expected that Mike had a relationship with the Minister of Magic and could even get the Minister of Magic to help him arrest people!
"Okay, enough of the overthinking." Mike patted Benjamin's keyboard and said, "Everyone, stop standing there, the party continues, and let's keep eating!"

Following Mike's command, the students who were originally holding the barbecue and were in a dilemma about whether to eat it or not immediately cheered.

To be honest, they were really worried that Mike would announce the end of the party. After all, everyone knew the purpose of Mike holding this party. Now that Mike's goal of cracking down on those demonstrators has been achieved, strictly speaking, this party has no meaning of existence.

Fortunately, Mike is not a stingy person, and he can still afford to treat us to a small amount of meat.

Everyone was very happy with the result, except Harry.

He had been in a depressed mood ever since Carlo's gang was captured, which was in stark contrast to Ron who was stuffing barbecue into his mouth.

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Mike said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, "If you have anything that makes you unhappy, just tell us and make us happy. Hahaha."

Harry knew, of course, that Mike was joking, but he really couldn't laugh at the moment.

Having been with Mike for such a long time, he naturally knew that Mike was the kind of person who would repay evil with justice and repay kindness with kindness.

So after being invited by Mike, he agreed without thinking.

In his opinion, this should be Mike's revenge. Eating barbecue in front of Carlo and his people made them lose face.

But what he didn't expect was that Carlo and the others were taken away directly by the Aurors!
He also read some law books last year to help Hagrid with the lawsuit, so he knew very well that criminals who needed Aurors to arrest would usually be thrown into Azkaban in the end.

And Azkaban is a hell!

To be honest, he thought Mike's revenge was a bit excessive.

"Nothing..." Harry was struggling over whether to say what he was thinking. After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Um... Mike, don't you think you've gone a little too far?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think so. On the contrary, I think this result is merciful to them." Mike said, "I think you misunderstood something. Carlo and his gang are really not good people. The crimes pronounced by the Aurors are all true."

Harry was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Mike continued, "Also, do you remember those signs they held up, the ones with pictures of magical animals being abused? Where do you think they came from?"

"Wasn't it taken when they rescued those magical creatures? Oh! God! You're not saying?"

"That's right, Harry. These pictures were actually directed and acted by them. It's the same reason why they hired those ladies to pretend to be their staff. The only difference is that those ladies are not their companions, and the animals in those pictures were really abused." Mike said earnestly, "So, they all deserved it, Harry."

"Oh, seriously, Mike. Oh, these people today remind me of Hermione." Ron muttered while chewing the roast, "You would never have thought that she recently set up a House Elf Liberation Front, saying that she wants to help the house elves gain freedom. To me, she is simply crazy. If those house elves really listen to her, then who will help us cook?"

Mike smiled when he heard this. He remembered that there was indeed such a plot in the original book.

"Oh, right! I saw Dobby in Hogwarts last time. He is working there now." Harry said suddenly, as if he had suddenly thought of something. "Oh, Mike, you don't know Dobby yet, do you? He is a house-elf friend of mine. He used to be the house-elf of the Malfoy family, but now he is a free man."

"Yeah, that's really good."

Mike answered perfunctorily. Of course he knew about Dobby.

They are non-mainstream among house-elves, extremely rare ones who pursue freedom and are unwilling to be slaves.

In the original plot, he should have appeared in Harry's second year, but later because of Mike's existence, things in the second year changed quite a bit.

At first, Mike thought that Dobby would never appear again, but he didn't expect that he would end up getting together with Harry.

Harry continued, "There was also a house-elf named Winky who came to the Hogwarts kitchen with him. She was a female elf, and I think Dobby might have fallen in love with her."

"Sparkling!?"

"Yes, it is said that she was also given clothes by her master and became a free person. However, unlike Dobby, she was very sad about regaining her freedom."

Harry continued to gossip about Dobby and Mike, but he didn't notice that Mike across from him had a look of horror on his face.

Twinkle!

He remembered this name. It was the house-elf of the Crouch family. On the day of the Quidditch World Cup, it was she who accompanied little Barty Crouch, who had cast the Reappearance Charm, to the stadium.

Damn it, he had forgotten all about this part of the plot. "That Dobby and Winky," Mike said with a frown, "are they still in the kitchen of Hogwarts?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just curious about Dobby. By the way, can you introduce me to them later? I want to meet these two." Mike pretended to be nonchalant and said, "You know, I always like to make some special friends."

"Of course! I would be very happy if you could become friends!"

Harry spoke happily, and the atmosphere on the scene became lively again.

At the same time in Hogwarts, the short Professor Flitwick was on his way to Dumbledore's office.

He had made an appointment with Dumbledore earlier to have a private meeting regarding the Triwizard Tournament and Michael.

His main purpose of this meeting was to make Dumbledore more partial to his own players in the next two events. It would be best if he could be as shameless as Karkaroff.

Although this possibility is not great, Dumbledore still has to save face.

But he felt that at the very least Dumbledore should be able to remain absolutely fair, instead of giving Michael only nine points for the sake of his own reputation like he did last time (that's what Flitwick thought).

"Rum chocolate!"

"The password is correct!"

As a low response sounded, the monster stone statue outside the principal's office suddenly moved to the side, revealing the passage inside.

Flitwick walked into the office with slow but steady steps, and saw Dumbledore in a white robe writing something at the eagle-legged table in the middle of the spacious circular office.

Next to him, where the Phoenix Foxy foot stand should have been placed, the Phoenix Foxy and the wooden stand were gone, replaced by a new stand with a round disc on top.

There was a large amount of silk cloth piled on the round plate, and on top of the silk cloth was a fiery red egg.

Flitwick's eyes drifted from the egg to Dumbledore again.

He knew that Phoenix Foxy had taken the initiative to enter Nirvana earlier this year, and in the near future, he would return in the form of a fledgling.

"Filius, please sit down!" Dumbledore noticed Flitwick and quickly stood up and greeted him, "Would you like some tea or juice? How about some rum chocolate for dessert? I've been crazy about its taste recently."

"There's no need to go to so much trouble, Dumbledore. I think we'd better get straight to the point, since you seem quite busy." Flitwick sat across from the Eagle-Foot Table. "Regarding the Triwizard Tournament, I hope you can give Mike and Harry some help with the grading. Of course, I don't mean to say that your previous grading was unfair. I just want to say that they are all your students after all, and as the headmaster, you should stand on their side. You should understand what I mean, right?"

"Filius, I understand what you said. As the headmaster of Hogwarts and a professor, I certainly love my students. At the same time, I have always been taking care of my students, including Harry and Mike, but you just haven't seen the work I have done."

Hearing this, Professor Flitwick angrily shouted, "You mean you only gave Mike 9 points for taking care of him? It's okay for Harry, after all, his performance was not perfect. But what about Mike? He got the golden egg unscathed! Don't you think the score you gave is unfair?"

"Mike obviously had a better way to get the golden egg safely without hurting anyone. But he still chose that dangerous method, which is why I deducted one point from him." Dumbledore said earnestly, "Don't get excited, Filius. In fact, even if you didn't come to me, I would still come to talk to you. Regarding Mike, I think it's time for us to intervene. As you know, he knows the dark magic, and his attainments in the dark magic are already quite high. Combined with his recent style of behavior, I think he is in a very dangerous state now. So..."

"Bang!" Professor Flitwick slammed the table, interrupting Dumbledore. "So what? You're going to send him to Azkaban?!"

"You misunderstood me, Filius. I just wanted to talk to that child. The talent that child has shown is so amazing. It would be a terrible thing if he went astray."

"Haha! You also intervened as you thought when you were dealing with Tom, but what was the result? A pure lunatic just appeared!" Flitwick sneered, "I don't believe you! Dumbledore! Mike is a student I brought up. I know his character much better than you do. He is a good kid! So I won't allow you to use your tricks on him. Remember, Dumbledore?"

After saying that, Flitwick slammed the door and left without waiting for Dumbledore to react.

With Flitwick's departure, the circular office returned to silence again. Dumbledore sat on the sofa with an expressionless face and deep eyes. No one could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

At this time, the magical portraits of past headmasters on the wall secretly opened their eyes and looked at Dumbledore in the center of the office.

But then they immediately closed their eyes again and pretended to be asleep, because based on their understanding of Dumbledore, they could tell that Dumbledore was in a very bad mood.

Only one slightly bald portrait looked puzzled and said:
"Sometimes I really don't understand you, Dumbledore. If you think that student named Mike might become a trouble in the future, you could just get rid of him now, so that you can solve the problem once and for all, right? That's what I did at that time. It's called taking precautions."

Another portrait on the side said sarcastically: "So this is why you became the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts? Black!"

"You're talking bullshit! I'm not hated!"

He was responded with a laugh from the other side.

Just as Blake was about to speak again, a portrait at the highest point suddenly spoke.

"Enough! Shut up, Phineas and Armando." The portrait looked at Dumbledore, who had remained silent. "So what are you going to do now, Dumbledore?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Armando and Phineas both turned their eyes to Dumbledore, and even the portraits that were still pretending to be asleep secretly opened their eyes after hearing these words.

But Dumbledore remained silent.

After a while, he sighed deeply and said tiredly:

"Let's just... observe and see. Maybe what Filius said is right."

The portrait at the highest point shook its head but said nothing. Instead, it closed its eyes again.

The other portraits also stopped talking.

These portraits of former principals do have the responsibility to help the current principal, but they do not have the right to interfere with the current principal's decisions.

So since Dumbledore had already made the decision, even though they disagreed with it, it was of no avail.

(End of this chapter)