Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 347 Zhou Hong is injured
Mike did not take the freshmen's fear of him seriously. In his opinion, the means used by the Ministry of Magic to discredit him were too low-level. Except for a few guys with some problems in their brains who would believe them, most people would be able to tell that these were just simple slanders.

But when Mike got up early the next day and went to the classroom, he found that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

Along the way, except for the students from Ravenclaw, almost all the students from other colleges chose to avoid him after seeing him.

The terrified expressions on their faces almost made Mike think he was a Sumatran plague dragon!
These people's reactions quickly caught Mike's attention, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he was even a little happy.

After all, he has never been the kind of person who cares about what others think of him, and it's good that no one disturbs him now.

With a smile on his face, he walked into the classroom leisurely. Franklin and others immediately stood up and waved their arms to signal Mike to sit with them.

This class is a History of Magic class taught by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor together, and the professor is the most dedicated professor in Hogwarts - the ghost professor Binns.

The History of Magic course was universally acknowledged as the most boring course in the entire school, and Professor Binns spoke in a huffing and drawling voice.

If a living old person spoke like this, others would be very nervous, because this tone would make people wonder if he was going to collapse and die suddenly at the next moment.

But Professor Binns is a ghost, so the only effect of this tone is hypnotic.

And the hypnotic effect is very significant. If it is a hot summer day, Mike believes that most people in this classroom will fall asleep in just 5 minutes.

Fortunately, it is September now, the temperature is not too high, and it is still morning, everyone has just woken up from their dreams.

So except for a very few little wizards who stayed up late last night, most people did not fall asleep, but they had no intention of concentrating on the lecture. Franklin was laughing and joking with Mike and others, and Ron was even more excessive. He even played wizard chess with Harry directly.

As an old and confused ghost, Professor Binns obviously doesn't care about classroom discipline.

So, Mike and the others spent most of the one-hour History of Magic class chatting.

"…In the end, the war between the giants ended with the victory of the bronze giants known as Titans."

As Professor Binns finished reading the last paragraph of the text, he ignored the students who were sleeping and playing in the audience as if he had completed his mission, closed the book, turned around and disappeared from the blackboard.

With the departure of Professor Binns, the students who had been suppressing their voices completely let themselves go.

Some of them picked up their books and jumped out of the classroom, some started fighting with their friends next to them, and some were sleepy and looked around in confusion.

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"You go back first," Mike looked at a place not far away and said without turning his head, "I still have some things to deal with."

Franklin curiously followed Mike's gaze and saw Hermione pointing at Harry and Ron's noses and accusing them of something, while Harry and Ron looked indifferent.

"Oh wow!" Franklin said with a strange expression, "Mike, even though Penelope has graduated, you can't..."

Mike didn't understand what Franklin wanted to say. He rolled his eyes at Franklin and said helplessly:
"Don't think about it, this is business!"

"Okay, then be careful. If something really happens, I can't help you, brother."

Franklin spoke in a serious tone, and then as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, he jumped back and disappeared into the crowd.

Looking at Franklin's hasty escape, Mike smiled and shook his head, then straightened his collar and walked towards Harry and others.

"You should be ashamed..."

As soon as he got closer, Mike heard Hermione's hysterical voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mike said with a smile, "What shame?"

Mike's voice startled Harry and the other two, but Ron hid behind Mike as if he had seen a savior, poked his head out to look at Hermione, and said in a pretentious tone:

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! If you don't come again, Professor Granger will give us detention!"

After saying that, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"you!"

Hermione was so angry that her hair stood up. She yelled angrily and instinctively raised her hand to smash the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron had already retracted his head, and the attack missed.

"Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on?!"

"Because of the OWL exams (Ordinary Wizarding Level exams), Mike." Harry explained aloud, "Hermione thinks we shouldn't sleep in Professor Binns' class because these contents will be tested in the OWL exams. She also said that our behavior is shameful."

"What's wrong with what I said?" Hermione said angrily, "We are going to take the OWL exam this year! This is an exam that can determine our future lives! If you fail too many subjects, it means you can't sign up for some of the more difficult courses like Potions!"

"I don't want to continue taking lessons from the old bat."

Harry muttered to himself, and Hermione rolled her eyes at him until he raised his hands in surrender before continuing:

"Not being able to attend the next course is not the worst. The worst thing is that the results of this exam will serve as an important reference for your future employability! If you mess up this exam, then you will have to clean toilets like Filch in the future!"

Hermione's words made Ron shudder. He would rather die than become like Filch, but he soon thought of something and asked Hermione cautiously in a flattering and tentative tone:

"It's okay. You know, Harry and I are your best friends. You will probably give us your notes when the time comes, right?"

"What a beautiful thought!"

Hermione threw another book at Ron, but Ron dodged it again.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet!" Hermione said, "your two brothers! How dare they sell 'Quick-Effective Skipping Candy' to everyone at such an important time? That's simply misleading the students! As prefects, we must stop them!"

"Walter!?"

Hermione's words startled Mike, who had been listening nearby.

"Quick-acting skipping-school candy," Ron repeated, "is a kind of candy that can make you have diarrhea, nosebleed, stomachache, vomit blood... so that you can pretend to be sick and skip classes. George and Weasley have done a great business with this. I heard that they are already short-handed. And, Hermione, I don't think we have the ability to stop them, even though we are prefects now."

"Of course I know what a quick-acting candy for skipping classes is, I mean why would the two of them do this?"

"They said they wanted to open their own joke shop and are now raising funds," Harry explained, "but I don't think Mrs. Weasley would allow them to give up their studies to do this."

Ron nodded vigorously, obviously agreeing with what Harry said.

Mike on the side shook his head with a strange look on his face.

No one knew better than him that the Weasley brothers' explanation to Ron and Harry was completely deceptive, because those two guys were not short of money at all. Mike bet that the reason these two guys wanted to sell quick-acting skipping candy was completely out of a desire to see others make a fool of themselves in public.

But even though he knew it, Mike would not expose the Weasley brothers' plan. He patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said:
"Okay, I'm hungry, let's go to the restaurant and continue chatting."

After hearing what Mike said, the three people who had been arguing for a long time finally calmed down and walked towards the restaurant with Mike.

However, the scene that Mike experienced in the morning happened again. Along the way, any students who saw the four of them avoided them in fear, as if they had seen some evil force.

Even when they arrived at the restaurant and sat down at a long table, the students who were eating around them quickly dropped their half-eaten food and ran away as if they were avoiding the plague.

Harry looked a little lonely, with his head down and not saying a word.

Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him:

"It's okay. Most of these people are just afraid of me. After all, according to the description in the Daily Prophet, I am an extremely evil super dark wizard!"

Mike's tone was very light.

"Don't say that!" Hermione said quickly, "We all know they made that up!"

"Yes, this must have been done by the Malfoys! They must have paid the Daily Prophet a lot of money!"

Ron also echoed, but his tone was sarcastic, and it sounded more like he was jealous of the Malfoy family for having so much money.

Harry still kept his head down when he heard this and shook his head without saying a word.

"I'm serious. Don't be upset. I was the main target of those reports. Your life shouldn't have been affected too much."

"Well, actually Seamus and Harry had a falling out this morning because Harry kept talking about You-Know-Who." Ron slurred as he stuffed sausage into his mouth. "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He's Harry's roommate."

"This is not my fault!"

Harry, who was still in a state of autism, suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly,

"I didn't lie, Voldemort really came back! Mike was there at the time, he can testify for me!"

As Harry said the name, the whole hall fell silent. Everyone looked at Harry in horror, as if they were looking at a disaster that would bring disaster to people. Many people even left the restaurant immediately.

Harry lowered his head again, but his tightly clenched fists indicated his mood at the moment.

Mike also frowned. There seemed to be quite a few people in Hogwarts who liked to deceive themselves, especially those Muggle-born wizards. They had no idea about Voldemort, so when Dumbledore warned everyone, they didn't take it seriously.

Mike bet a lot of them hadn't even told their parents about it.

After taking a deep breath, Mike decided not to chat with Harry and the others anymore. He directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

"Harry, does your scar still hurt lately?"

Harry suddenly raised his head and looked at Mike in shock, then he quickly lowered his head and said through gritted teeth:

"Yes! Mike! My scar has indeed been painful recently, and I even started having nightmares recently! I often see my...my mother and...and a green light in my dreams..."

Harry's body was shaking constantly, and those words had obviously been a big blow to him.

Hermione hurried over and comforted Harry while patting his back which was tense with tension.

Mike, who was standing by, looked thoughtful after hearing this. After a long while, he asked:

"Is there anything else?"

Harry shook his head quickly.

"Really?"

"Mike!" Hermione was furious. She said excitedly, "Don't ask! Harry is feeling very uncomfortable right now!"

Mike shook his head expressionlessly. Harry Potter was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and there was some kind of soul connection between the two of them.

Theoretically, their two brains should also be linked together.

Mike originally wanted to rely on Harry to obtain some information about Voldemort, but now it seems that Harry obviously does not know how to use his ability in this area.

Sighing, Mike prepared to get up and say goodbye.

Since he couldn't get what he wanted, there was no need for him to continue wasting time here.

But just as he was about to get up, two figures came into his sight.

"Be gentle!" Zhou Hong shouted at the other little boy with gnashing teeth, "It hurts so much!"

"Why don't you go to the infirmary? I'm really not good at this!"

The little boy looked aggrieved.

"I'm not going! Give it to me! I can do it myself!"

Zhou Hong said a sound in Chinese that Mike couldn't understand (cao), then snatched something from the little boy's hand and began to rub it on the back of his hand.

Mike quietly stood up and walked behind Zhou Hong. Seeing this, Harry and others followed curiously.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still cursing in Chinese, and the little boy opposite him had a look of fear on his face. He pointed at Mike with trembling fingers and opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, no sound came out.

Mike made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and he immediately covered his mouth with both hands.

It was not until this time that Mike turned his eyes to Zhou Hong's hands.

There were dense scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was holding a piece of white medicine and applying it on these wounds.

This was obviously very painful, and Zhou Hong's little face was twitching in pain.

Mike's expression suddenly darkened. He squinted his eyes and said coldly:

"Who did this!"

Zhou Hong was startled by the voice. His body trembled violently, and then he quickly covered his wound with his left hand and said in fear:
"nothing!"

(End of this chapter)