Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Mike returned to the dormitory and changed into a plain robe, then stood up and left the lounge again. He could put aside the matter of contacting Abbot for now. Anyway, Dolphin has been planted with nightmare seeds, and he can monitor it in real time, so he is not afraid of him.

What a moth.

After quickly leaving the tower and walking through the maze-like corridor, Mike finally arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the second floor.

Mike obviously had no respect for Lockhart, so he opened the door and walked in without even knocking.

The layout in Lockhart's office was similar to the last time Mike came here. There was a fragrant and somewhat cloying smell in the air, and when Mike pushed the door open, Lockhart was holding a letter and kissing it.

, he was obviously startled when he suddenly saw Mike coming in. He put the letter down hastily and confusedly, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sleeve.

"Well, Mike, it's been a long time." Lockhart said with a smile, "I'm replying to my fans. Well, you know, some fans want some small gifts, and my kisses are very important to them.

It is the best gift.”

Faced with Lockhart's perverted behavior, Mike really felt a little disgusted.

Without replying to Lockhart's words, Mike looked at Lockhart back and forth, and suddenly found a glass of liquid that was still emitting a faint red light on Lockhart's table.

Mike looked into the cabinet on the side and found an opened wine bottle. There was also a year written in white paint on the bottle: 1820.

"Professor Lockhart, it seems that your quality of life has improved recently, thanks to drinking such good wine." Mike put his hands behind his back and walked away and said, "You have made a fortune recently.

"

"It's okay, it's okay. This bottle of 1820 Starlight Red Wine tastes really good. Although it's a bit expensive, it's worth it. How about you try it too?" Lockhart's face burst into a bright smile, and he spoke.

Get up and pour wine for Mike.

Mike, on the other hand, was unmoved. To be honest, he had no idea whether this bottle of wine was expensive or not. What he just said was just nonsense. If you asked him to evaluate wine in Muggle society, he would still be able to do it.

Let me tell you, as for wine in the magical world, he really knows nothing about it.

"Forget it, Lockhart, I'm not an adult yet."

"That's right! Look at my memory!" Lockhart patted his head and said, "Mike, you performed so well that I even forgot your age."

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense. I already know that you used the game between me and Cedric to live alone." Mike's face suddenly turned upside down, and he walked to Lockhart's desk and shouted sternly, "I'm very worried."

Angry Lockhart, what do you think we should do about this?"

"What...what should I do?"

"It's now time for you to stop pretending to be stupid!" Mike slammed his fist on the desk. The loud noise made Lockhart shudder in his chair. "I don't care how much money you make, I

Want half!"

After speaking, Mike picked up the glass of red wine on Lockhart's table and poured the still-gleaming red wine onto the letter Lockhart had just kissed.

At this moment, Mike was surprised to find that the letter was signed by Hermione Granger.

Mike frowned when he saw the name for the first time. Mike didn't feel anything wrong with Hermione's admiration for Lockhart. After all, she was just a teenage girl, and it was normal to chase stars.

.

But now Lockhart is still writing such hickey letters, which is really disgusting.

'It looks like I need to intervene appropriately.'

With this thought in mind, Mike cleaned the wine glass, then poured half a glass of wine again, put it to his nose and smelled it.

Instantly, a strong aroma of wine hit his nostrils, causing Mike to nod with satisfaction.

Just by the smell, Mike could tell that this bottle of wine must be worth a lot of money.

Lockhart, who was sitting by the side, finally spoke after quietly watching what Mike did.

"It's impossible for you to want half of it. Ludo Bagman proposed this solitary life, and he also brought in most of the generous Dukes, so I only got 20%."

"Oh? So what is your 20%?"

Faced with Mike's aggressive questioning, beads of sweat appeared on Lockhart's forehead.

To be honest, he really wanted to randomly quote a smaller number to fool Mike, but looking at Mike like this, he would probably go back to Ludo Bagman, and then his lie would be exposed.

Before the duel competition, Lockhart might not have cared about such trivial matters, and would even retaliate directly, but it was different now. As the referee of the duel competition, he knew very well how terrifying Mike's strength was. It was simply

It is a monster. Lockhart swore that he had never seen anyone possess such terrifying strength in the second grade. I am afraid that only Voldemort and Dumbledore could compare to it.

And I heard that Mike also had a close friendship with the eldest son of the Hunter family. If he offended him, he would definitely be in trouble.

With this in mind, Lockhart reached out and smoothed his sweat-soaked bangs, and said in a hoarse voice: "Excluding the cost, I have received a total of 1,500 gold galleons. Now I have spent 500, and there is still 1,000 left..."

"

As if he didn't hear what Lockhart said, Mike raised his glass and took a careful sip.

Suddenly, an indescribable unknown aroma combined with the unique sweetness of red wine surged into Mike's throat, causing Mike to close his eyes and remain silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Lockhart was waiting in a panic that Mike opened his eyes, stretched out his left hand and said two words: "Bring it here."

Lockhart was startled by Mike's sudden movement of reaching out his hand, and he shrank back suddenly, with his hands still in front of him, and the expression on his face was extremely frightened.

He thought Mike was going to hit him.

It wasn't until he heard Mike's words that Lockhart slowly put down his hand, and asked with a hint of luck in his heart: "How much?"

Hearing this, Mike's eyes suddenly became sharp. He glared at Lockhart and squeezed out two words again: "Everyone!"

Lockhart suddenly turned pale. After hesitating for a long time, he finally took out a small book from the drawer, opened a page, and with a quiver in his hand, he wrote a series of numbers and his signature on it, and finally tore it off before handing it over.

In Mike's hands.

There was no way, Lockhart knew very well that even if there were restrictions in the contract, it would be too easy to kill him with Mike's current connections.

"This is a check from Gringotts." Lockhart said with a sad face. "With this check, you can go to Gringotts and get 1,500 gold galleons."

Lockhart's heart was bleeding. The 1,500 gold galleons had almost emptied his treasury, and now he was once again a pauper.

Mike took a look at the check and found that 1,500 gold galleons were clearly written on it in black magic ink, and at the signature of the check, Lockhart's signature was vividly written on the paper.

Mike suddenly remembered that when he first met Lockhart, Lockhart had boasted that his signature was designed by a specialized master. Today, it was indeed pleasing to the eye.

After flicking the check gently and listening to the crisp sound, Mike finally showed a bright smile on his face.

Picking up the wine glass and drinking down the red wine in it, Mike gave Lockhart a thumbs up.

"The red wine is good." Mike stood up and walked towards the exit. Just as he was about to leave the office, he suddenly turned back and said, "By the way, if you let me know that you did such a disgusting thing to Hermione's letter again, you know the consequences."

"Bang!"

Mike closed the door forcefully, and with a loud bang, only Lockhart was left slumped in the office chair in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Mike happily returned to the Ravenclaw lounge swinging the check. He found that the check felt very good, and the feel and sound of the check were excellent. He didn't know what material it was made of.

All his money is currently placed in the Seamless Stretch Spell bag. Due to the large amount, he now has a pile of Seamless Stretch Spell bags under his bed filled with gold galleons. It seems that they will be there after the holidays.

It's time to go to Gringotts to open an account.

Looking at the number on the check again, Mike felt happy.

He originally only wanted Lockhart to use the remaining 1,000 gold galleons, but he didn't expect that Lockhart even gave him an additional 500 gold galleons. It seemed that writing novels was quite profitable.

Fortunately, Lockhart didn't hear this, otherwise he would still have to fight Mike no matter how powerful he was, and it was all his hard-earned money earned through coding.

Unknowingly, the eagle-headed door knocker appeared in front of me.

Mike answered the question of opening the door in seconds and quickly entered the lounge.

The moment he returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike found that the lounge was already packed with people. Everyone was laughing, and from time to time there would be cheers from the crowd.

"Mike! Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a long time!" Franklin said, holding a roasted chicken leg in Afu's hand with his head on his head, "Come on, come on, I've saved your favorite Welsh rabbit for you.

If you don’t come here, you’ll be cold.”

After saying that, Franklin pulled Mike to the sofa chair by the fireplace where Mike usually sat. Beside the sofa chair, Penello had already sat down and was eating some snacks at the moment.

Mike was a little surprised by this. You must know that the lounge is very crowded now, and many people have no place to sit. How come this sofa chair is still empty.

After asking Franklin, Mike found out that the reason why the lounge was so lively today was because everyone was celebrating Hogwarts' Quidditch League championship this year.

This sofa chair was a seat that everyone spontaneously left for Mike. This was absolutely impossible before. The eaglets of Ravenclaw were all very proud.

But after Mike won the duel competition, almost everyone was convinced.

Sitting comfortably in the sofa chair, Mike cut off a piece of Welsh rabbit and threw it into his mouth to chew.

Seeing Ah Fu above Franklin's head looking at him longingly, Mike smiled knowingly, cut off another piece and put it into Ah Fu's already wide-open mouth, followed by a burst of extremely magical laughter.

"It seems you are in a good mood."

Penello also came over at this moment, snuggled into Mike's arms and said lightly.

"Yes, I just made some extra money from Lockhart." Mike didn't hide much and said straightforwardly, "There is another very funny thing, do you know? That guy Lockhart also likes to give money to

There were kiss marks on fans' replies, can you imagine that scene? Lockhart put lipstick on his lips, then kissed the letter and sent it to the fans, hahahaha."

Penello thought about the scene described by Mike, and immediately hugged Mike's neck and laughed wildly, but suddenly, the expression on her face turned serious.

"You drank!?"

"Well, just a little bit, really, just a small sip. You can smell it all, you are really awesome."

Penello was obviously not satisfied with Mike's answer, and let go of his hand around Mike's neck and continued: "Who told me last time that underage drinking can cause damage to the nervous system?"

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore." Mike changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about today's game. Did Roger and the others win well?"

Faced with Mike's lame change of topic, Penello obviously wanted to say something else, but Franklin suddenly jumped out and answered Mike's question.

"In fact, they lost miserably today." Franklin said, "Harry caught the Golden Snitch only half an hour into the game, otherwise we wouldn't have come back so early."

"Hahahahahaha!"

As soon as Franklin finished speaking, Alfred laughed above him, as if he was laughing at Roger and the others for their incompetence.

Not far away, Roger and others suddenly heard the discussion and the smiles on their faces froze, and their original happiness suddenly disappeared.

"How could we lose? Didn't we already win the league?" Mike asked with some confusion, "Then today's celebration...oh! I understand!"

Mike was only halfway through asking when he figured it out. The point format used in the Quidditch League at Hogwarts must have been because he had led Roger and the others to play crazy games and accumulated a large amount of points, which led to Roger.

Jay and the others still won the championship even though they performed poorly later.

Seeing that Mike had figured out the reason, Franklin didn't explain any more. He nodded at Mike and headed to Ah Fu to join the carnival crowd again, frantically eating the tofu of his senior classmates.

After Franklin suddenly changed the subject, Penello no longer planned to pursue Mike's drinking. He continued to cling to Mike and tell some interesting stories about himself recently.

The fire in the fireplace was twisting crazily, emitting endless light and heat, echoing the revelry of the people in the lounge.