Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 317 tons tons tons

Time quickly came to June, which was also the month when the third event of the Triwizard Tournament would be held.

During this period, Draco was around Mike almost every day.

It's a pity that although Mike said privately that he would consider cooperating with the Malfoy family, on the surface he always maintained a lukewarm attitude towards Draco.

This is Mike’s strategy. If he wants to cooperate, he must show some sincerity first.

It would be wishful thinking for the Malfoy family to think that they could change Mike's opinion of them just by relying on Draco's flattery at school.

As the third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament draws closer, a tense atmosphere is raging in Hogwarts Castle. No matter where you go, you can see students hurrying around with books in their arms.

Don't get me wrong, these guys aren't nervous about the Triwizard Tournament.

What really made them like this was the final exam.

Professors will use this exam to test students' learning outcomes this academic year.

If your grades are not satisfactory, it can be predicted that your upcoming summer vacation will become unhappy.

The Warriors don't have to take the exam, but they don't seem to be at all relaxed.

Due to the competition system, the first two events of the Triwizard Tournament are actually dispensable, because the victory condition of the Triwizard Tournament is not points, but who can get the trophy first in the third event.

The only function of the points ranking is to determine which start you will make. Theoretically, if you perform well in the third event, you still have a chance to win the top three competition even if your points are not high.

Therefore, even Furong, which is currently at the bottom of the standings, is actively preparing for the top three tournament.

On the day of the competition, the Ravenclaw breakfast table was very lively. Owls were still delivering letters to and fro over everyone's heads, and from time to time they would throw some things that should and should not be thrown onto the table.

There was a large group of people surrounding Mike. They were his supporters. In order to allow Mike to have a peaceful breakfast, they waved their wands or knives and forks vigorously to drive away those owls without public sense.

Several students sitting next to Mike kept piling various sausages, bread, milk, eggs and other foods in front of Mike, hoping that Mike could eat them and then be in good condition to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Mike, who was surrounded in the middle, ate slowly and was very indifferent to his classmates' service.

This started two weeks ago.

At first, Mike felt very uncomfortable and even tried to persuade his classmates not to do so. However, after being rejected three times, Mike gave up this useless move and was forced to enjoy his classmates' meticulous care.

Just when everyone was having breakfast, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the restaurant.

She started at the Gryffindor table, speaking to each of the champions in turn, before finally coming to the Ravenclaw table.

"Mike, the warriors must gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," said Professor McGonagall.

Before Mike could respond, a boy who was pushing his sausage towards Mike suddenly shouted, "But doesn't the game start in the evening?"

"Bernard, I suggest you take care of yourself first. You have a History of Magic exam today!" Professor McGonagall first scolded the boy named Bernard, and then explained to Mike, "We have invited the relatives of the warriors to watch the finals. You can meet them there."

After that, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly again, hesitated for a while, and added: "You should go."

After saying that, Mag gave Mike another encouraging look before turning and leaving.

The students around Mike also fell silent, and everyone looked at Mike with a similar look as Professor McGonagall.

As everyone knows, Mike is an orphan and he has no relatives to come and watch the game.

Mike in the crowd remained silent. To be honest, he didn't feel too emotional. After all, he was essentially a middle-aged man, and his heart was not as fragile as others imagined.

But it is impossible to say that there is no fluctuation at all. Anyone who encounters such a thing will feel uncomfortable for a while.

After a moment's silence, Mike raised his head and looked towards the Gryffindor table.

No matter how unfortunate things happen to human beings, they will feel better as long as they meet someone who is more unfortunate than themselves.

Mike now urgently needs someone who is more unlucky than himself, or as unlucky as himself.

And this person is undoubtedly Harry, who is also an orphan. Mike would never believe that his uncle would come to watch his game.

Unfortunately, Mike's hopes were dashed once again.

At the Gryffindor table, Harry was holding a letter and talking happily to Hermione and Ron. As if sensing Mike's gaze, Harry also looked in Mike's direction.

At this sight, the smile on Harry's face disappeared instantly.

He put on an extremely embarrassed expression and looked at Mike.

Mike just looked at him expressionlessly, with no intention of looking away.

Harry felt a little guilty when he was stared at, so he gave Mike an encouraging look, stood up, and fled out of the auditorium.

Judging from the direction he was going, he should be heading to the meeting room.

Mike finally withdrew his gaze. He lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. He picked up the milk at hand and drank it all in one gulp.

'Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. Sirius Black is not wanted by the Ministry of Magic this time. He will definitely come to watch Harry's game.'

As he was thinking this, Mike suddenly found himself with another full glass of milk in front of him.

When he looked up, he saw that people around him were looking at him with sympathy.

The boy named Bernard patted Mike on the shoulder and said:

"It's okay Mike, you don't have to go over there."

Upon hearing this, the people around also echoed it. Some extreme people even thought that this was Professor McGonagall's conspiracy. She wanted to use this method to undermine Mike's mentality so that Harry would have a chance to defeat Mike.

The corners of Mike's eyes suddenly twitched twice. He was very uncomfortable with these people's looks.

He stood up suddenly and wanted to go back to the Ravenclaw common room to wait for Penelope to finish her exam and come back to calm down, but he suddenly remembered what Professor McGonagall said before she left.

'You should go.'

Mike repeated this sentence silently, and finally gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart:
"Fuck! It's just a fan meeting. I'm going!"

Then, under the encouraging and sympathetic gazes of the Ravenclaw students, he left his seat and walked towards the conference room. "A true warrior dares to face the bleak life! There is no doubt that Mike is such a warrior!"

Looking at Mike's receding back, a boy sighed.

Upon hearing this, all the classmates around him began to agree, and some of the more sentimental girls even started wiping away tears.

……

At this moment, Mike had already arrived at the door of the conference room. He didn't know what his classmates in the restaurant said about him after he left. If he knew, I believe Mike would have had an urge to vomit blood.

After calming himself down and preparing himself mentally, Mike finally pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in.

In the conference room, Krum was speaking rapid Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents in a corner of the room. He inherited his father's silver hook nose and sturdy physique.

On the other side, Fleur was chattering in French with her mother. Her mother was very beautiful, even prettier than Fleur.

Fleur's little sister Gabrielle, holding her mother's hand, waved to Mike, who waved back and managed a forced smile.

As if she noticed that Mike was in a bad mood, Gabrielle smiled and pointed in the direction of the fireplace in the examination room.

Mike looked over there and saw Mrs. Weasley, a tall red-haired young man, and Black surrounding Harry and talking about something with smiles on their faces. Next to these people, there was a short figure, and that was Professor Flitwick!

Professor Flitwick was dressed a little strangely today. He was not wearing the light blue robe as usual, but a small suit that looked like a child's suit. This made him look more like a performer in a circus freak show than a wizard.

Although Professor Flitwick looked somewhat funny, Mike couldn't laugh. He felt his nose was sour and an emotion was brewing in his heart.

At this time, Professor Flitwick seemed to have discovered Mike. He turned his head and looked at Mike. Then he opened his arms towards Mike, and the smile on his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum in the autumn.

A smile finally appeared on Mike's face. He walked over quickly, squatted down and hugged Professor Flitwick tightly.

Neither of them spoke, and Mike didn't ask stupid questions like 'Why are you here?' They just hugged each other like that, and everything was said without words.

Mrs. Weasley, who was standing by, had already cried. She wiped her red eyes with a handkerchief, then reached out and held both the red-haired young man and Harry in her arms.

Black also had a look of emotion on his face, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug Harry and the others, but was angrily knocked away by Mrs. Weasley.

With an awkward smile, Blake could only rub his hands and come to Mike.

"Mike! Thank you so much, your idea is absolutely brilliant! I have bought a house next to Harry's uncle, so I can live with Harry this summer!" Black opened his arms and smiled, "Come on, let's hug one!"

"You haven't changed at all, Sirius," said Professor Flitwick, mockingly, when he was interrupted. "You're still as annoying as ever."

Despite saying this, Professor Flitwick still let go of Mike.

Mike looked at Blake who opened his arms for a hug, and his eyes twitched violently. Then he reluctantly gave Blake a virtual hug, thinking of it as a comfort to him.

It's a pity that Blake was obviously not satisfied with this. He suddenly hugged Mike tightly and held his hands tightly together and refused to let go.

"Quickly let go!"

"Hahahaha! I just won't! Oh, damn, how come you are so strong…"

Mike struggled hard, but Blake held Mike tightly with both hands and refused to let go.

The two of them quarreled for a while, and finally Blake, who couldn't bear it anymore, pretended to let go of Mike's hand.

The movement on their side also attracted the attention of others. Mrs. Weasley and Harry looked at Blake and Mike with a smile, and the touching atmosphere on the scene was swept away.

Blake stretched his sore arms and said with a smile:

"I'm so happy! Both of you have become warriors! I hope you can do well in the Triwizard Tournament, and it would be best if you can beat the students from the other two schools!"

Mike was about to reply, but a familiar and pleasant voice suddenly came out.

"I don't think it's that easy!"

When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw Furong leading her mother and sister walking towards them.

"Mom, this is the Mike I told you about. He is the one who saved Gabrielle." Fleur introduced her mother with a smile, "And this is another warrior of Hogwarts. You should know his name, Harry Potter."

Fleur's mother smiled and greeted everyone in French, while extending her hand to Mike and Harry.

Mike didn't understand French, but looking at the look on Furong's mother's face, he thought she must have said something like 'hello, nice to meet you', so he calmly extended his hand and shook hands with her.

Mike's etiquette was very good. When he shook hands with Furong's mother, he did not shake hands firmly, but just shook it loosely. At the same time, he leaned forward slightly, smiled and said polite words, appearing to be extremely polite.

This made Fleur's mother smile, but it quickly disappeared when she shook Harry's hand.

Because Harry was extremely nervous, he repeated the French words that Fleur's mother had just spoken, and reached out with both hands to grab Fleur's mother's outstretched hand.

Judging from the sudden frown on Fleur's mother's face and the fact that she secretly wiped her hands with a handkerchief afterwards, Mike felt that Harry must have been sweating a lot.

The atmosphere at the scene became a little awkward because of Harry's behavior, but fortunately there was the little angel Gabrielle.

Gabrielle has been clinging to Mike since she came over. At this moment, she is pulling Mike's robe and staring at him eagerly, as if she hopes Mike can pick her up.

Seeing this, Furong's mother said with a smile:

"Gabrielle really likes you! This is rare, considering Gabrielle is a shy child."

Mike smiled awkwardly, looking at the little girl under him who was still pulling at his robe. He was a little overwhelmed, not knowing whether to hug him or not.

At this time, Furong finally jumped out to rescue him.

"Gabrielle!" Furong pulled Gabrielle back angrily and said, "You are not a child anymore. You can't let boys hug you casually, understand?"

"But... sister, didn't you tell me that Mike is not an ordinary boy?"

Furong's expression suddenly froze, and a blush appeared on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She quickly raised her head and glanced at Mike secretly, and was relieved when she saw that he didn't seem to pay attention to the situation on their side.

But at the same time, a sense of loss rose in her heart.

(End of this chapter)