Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Hearing this, the rise and fall of Ms. Maxim's chest became even greater, so much so that Mike was worried that her clothes would be broken because of her breathing too much.

She took a deep breath and pointed her finger at Mike as if she wanted to accuse him, but before she could say anything, Mr. Crouch, who had been silent from the beginning, said:

"He is right. Any argument you have now is meaningless. The Goblet of Fire has made its decision."

"This is unfair!" Karkaroff roared, "If you insist on doing this, we Durmstrang will withdraw from the competition! And next time, we will not participate in the next competition.

!”

"Stop being ridiculous, Karkaroff." Crouch seemed a little impatient, "Stop your false threats. You and I both know this is impossible. Krum has been selected by the Goblet of Fire. This

It's like signing a magical contract that cannot be broken! So, let's end the argument quickly! Then I can go home and go to bed."

At this time, Karkaroff looked like an angry old lion. He stared with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth as if he wanted to eat Crouch.

But I don't know why, but he didn't even take any substantive action.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be getting out of control, Dumbledore finally stood up.

"Okay everyone, we don't know why this happened." Dumbledore's loud voice echoed in the small room, "But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it now.

Since both Mike and Harry have been selected to participate in the competition, then..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore..."

"My dear Ms. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen."

Dumbledore just stared at Maxim who interrupted him, his blue eyes unwavering.

Under the gaze of these eyes, although Maxim still looked angry, he did not speak in the end.

After a long time and no response from Maxim, Dumbledore moved his gaze to Karkaroff again.

Karkaroff suddenly felt a little hot. He wanted to take off his fur cloak but didn't dare. He could only keep twisting in place.

"Okay, let's continue." Ludo came out to smooth things over, "We're going to give guidance to our warriors, aren't we? Barty, let you do the talking."

"Huh? Oh, yes, guidance." Barty Crouch's voice sounded a little tired, "The first project...well, how about this, Ludo, I'll leave the guidance to you. I feel a little uncomfortable.

It’s so comfortable, I think I’d better go home and rest for a while.”

After that, Crouch walked out of the shadows and left the room regardless of the reactions of everyone present.

When he passed by the fireplace, Mike finally saw Crouch's appearance up close through the firelight in the fireplace.

He looked extremely haggard, with two deep shadows under his eyes, and his wrinkled skin was as pale as paper.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mike felt that Ludo seemed to be chuckling when he saw Crouch's current weak appearance.

"Uh-huh! In that case, let me provide pre-game guidance to the Warriors." Ludo coughed to hide his expression, but the raised corners of his mouth still betrayed him, "The first project will be

It was completed on November 24th in front of all other students and judges. Since this project will test your courage and courage, I cannot reveal too many details. I want to tell you about this.

Sorry.

During the competition, warriors are not allowed to ask or accept any help from any other teachers. The only thing you can rely on during the competition is the magic wand in your hand.

There is also good news for you, because the competition is very demanding and lasts a long time, the warriors do not need to take the school year exam.

I think that's all, Dumbledore."

Ludo cast a questioning look at Dumbledore.

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at the direction where Crouch disappeared with concerned eyes, "Is Barty really not staying at Hogwarts? We have a school nurse here."

"Leave him alone, Dumbledore. He was hit hard by being kicked out of the Department of Legal Enforcement. It's better to leave him alone." Ludo said, "At least I'm going to stay here.

After all, Hogwarts is a lot more interesting than my office."

"Would you like to have a nightcap together?"

Dumbledore glanced at the adults present with questioning eyes.

"No, Dumbledore!" Ludo waved his hand to refuse, "Please spare me, I still want to walk around Hogwarts in a sober state and reminisce about my school days."

Karkaroff and Maxim on the side did not even say a word of rejection, and left the room with Fleur and Krum respectively. Mike even heard them talking in their own languages ​​on the way.

Dumbledore looked at the people who were quickly leaving speechlessly, smacked his lips, and then turned his attention to Mike and Harry.

"Don't look at me like that, Professor. I'm not an adult yet." Mike smiled and joked, "If I were an adult, I would definitely not refuse you."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then burst into laughter.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore who was laughing heartily, sighing and shaking his head.

Even the gloomy look on Harry's face, which had been lowering his head, faded a lot.

"It's settled, Mike, we will have a good drink when you become an adult." Dumbledore, who finally calmed down, looked at Mike with a smile and said, "Now, I suggest you go back to sleep as soon as possible.

I believe that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students must be waiting for you to go back and celebrate together. After all, they finally had an excuse to have a big quarrel, and it would be inappropriate to take this opportunity away from them.

"

After saying that, Dumbledore winked at Mike.

Mike understood, nodded and took Harry out of the room.

The auditorium is now empty, and all students have returned to their respective lounges.

The flame of the candle was already very low, which made the grinning smile of the jack-o'-lantern look flickering and very strange.

Harry, who had his head lowered, looked up at Mike, and seemed to have taken a lot of courage, and said, "I'm sorry, Mike."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Mike said.

"This should all be your glory." Harry lowered his head again and choked, "But because of me..."

"Don't say that. I believe you didn't throw your name into the Goblet of Fire."

Harry raised his head suddenly and looked at Mike in disbelief.

"Remember why Dumbledore told you not to sign up?" Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "Now it seems that Dumbledore's concern was correct."

"You mean..."

"Yes, some people must have wanted to kill you, so they deliberately tampered with the Goblet of Fire."

"But...but, who on earth would do this?"

"Oh! Harry, there are too many people who want to do this." Mike said loudly and exaggeratedly, "Think about it, you killed Voldemort. How much do you think his subordinates will hate you.

"

At this time, the two of them had reached the fork in the corridor outside the auditorium. Harry seemed to want to say something to Mike, but Mike just shook his head and said:

"Okay, you don't have to worry too much. Go back and have a good rest. As long as we are here, you will be fine."

After saying that, Mike smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder, turned around and left.

Harry was left standing there blankly, silently watching Mike's back disappear into the darkness, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily once again.

What Harry didn't know was that Mike's smile disappeared the moment he turned around, replaced by an extremely gloomy and cold expression.

…

In the Ravenclaw lounge, a unique celebration was being held at this time.

When Mike opened the door guarded by the eagle-head knocker, a wave of cheers and whistles swept over.

This sudden change made Mike stagger, and then several hands stretched out and pulled him closer to the lounge.

The Ravenclaws, who used to be quiet and calm in the past, are now all crazy. They surround Mike, cheering and making noises, as if the person chosen as the Hogwarts Champion is themselves.

"Mike! I'm going to give you a monkey!"

A senior girl immediately threw herself on Mike, and was immediately pulled away by the people behind her. The girl who pulled her away jumped into Mike's arms instead.

Penello, who was outside the crowd, looked at this scene. Instead of being angry, he was smiling and applauding.

She was really happy for Mike.

Everyone wants to have some physical contact with Mike, ranging from touching him, shaking hands, to a hug, a kiss, or even a kiss.

This makes Mike feel like a mascot that can bring luck to people, and everyone who comes into contact with him will get good luck.

After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the crowd and returning to the dormitory, Mike already had several lipstick marks on his face and neck.

"Wow! Mike, you are so lucky!"

Franklin teased Mike, but his eyes were watching Penello's movements, ready to receive Penello's beating at any time.

But to his surprise, Penelo was not angry this time, but looked at Mike with concern.

Turning his head to look, Franklin saw that the smile on Mike's face had long since disappeared, replaced by an expression so gloomy that it could drip water.

The tense atmosphere instantly spread in the dormitory. Benjamin and the others all had cold expressions on their faces, and they stood there obediently, not daring to move.

"Um, Mike. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of you."

Franklin swallowed and immediately gave up.

"none of your business."

Mike said calmly and sat on his bed expressionlessly.

"Then it must be because of Harry?" Franklin breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then said with a look of indignation, "Don't worry, we will make the cheater pay the price, the only warrior in Hogwarts.

It can only be you!”

Mike didn't speak, just glanced at Franklin lightly.

"I think it's not Harry's fault. After all, you and he are very good friends. He shouldn't do such a thing." Penello sat next to Mike, holding his arm and saying, "Maybe

Someone did something, like putting Harry's name in it or something."

Benjamin nodded and said:

"What Penello said is not entirely correct. Harry's strength is much lower than that of Mr. Townley. Even if he signed up, he probably wouldn't be selected.

I checked the information and found that the Goblet of Fire's protective measures are actually not very strong. Some powerful wizards can use confusion spells to cause it to cause errors. So I think it is possible that someone has tampered with the Goblet of Fire to make the Goblet of Fire think it is participating in the competition.

There are a total of four schools, and let Harry be the only student in that non-existent school. In this way, Harry will be able to register 100% successfully."

Everyone in the room nodded in unison, very convinced of Benjamin's explanation.

But Mike didn't express anything. He just rubbed his cheeks that were stiff from smiling, and asked in an indifferent tone:

"Moody, when did you come back?"

"You mean he was the one who tampered with the Goblet of Fire?" Benjamin said hurriedly, "But this is impossible. Moody only came back before the dinner. The Mutual Aid Association is still executing your order to monitor Moody, so Moody returned

You can never go wrong with arriving at Hogwarts at the right time."

"Huh! So, that means there is someone else!" Mike took a deep breath, stood up and said to Benjamin and others, "Listen, Benjamin! That brother of yours, Zhou Hong, doesn't have insight into people's hearts.

Do you have the ability? Ask him to search for me one by one and find the guy who caused trouble for me.

In addition, a bonus of 10 gold galleons will be given to all members of the mutual aid association who participated in this matter, so that they can continue their efforts."

"Understood! Your Excellency!"

Benjamin seemed to be suffering from a middle school disease. He knelt down on one knee like a knight in the novel and gave Mike a non-standard knightly salute.

When the other members of the mutual aid association next to him saw this, they also imitated their boss and knelt down.

Then, with Mike looking at him like a fool, Benjamin led people out of Mike's dormitory in high spirits.

Franklin smacked his mouth speechlessly, and looked at Mike, whose mood seemed to have recovered a little, and asked:

"By the way, Mike, didn't you just go to receive pre-match guidance? What exactly did they say to you?"

Mike looked at the curious expressions of Franklin and Penello and did not speak. Instead, he silently took out the note that Buddy had given him before leaving.

As soon as the note was taken out, it quickly stretched out, and everyone saw that on the note, a white fire dragon reflecting colored light was roaring towards everyone!

Franklin's mouth was open so wide that he could almost fit an egg in. He asked in a trembling tone of disbelief:

"This...this is the test they gave you? A fire dragon?!"

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