Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Hogwarts Castle was pitch black late at night, and the curfew time had come. According to school rules, except for Felch who was vigilant, all professors and students should fall asleep.

However, the room on the eighth floor is very lively. Dozens of students from different grades gathered in this huge classroom that has changed, and laughter and curse explosions resounded throughout the classroom.

The Mike on the sofa looked slightly red, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his legs were shaking, looking in a good mood.

At the dinner with Professor Flivie, Professor Flivie was in a pretty good mood, so he drank a lot of wine.

As a accompanying drinker, Mike naturally drank a lot. In addition, Mike's body is not yet adult and has low tolerance to alcohol, so although he did not lie down like Professor Flevy, he was also in a state of slightly drunkenness.

Fortunately, in the past few months, Mike has handed over most of the commonly used spells to these D.A. members. If they teach them too many spells in a short period of time, many of them will be confused and confused.

So in recent lessons, Mike did not teach them new things, but asked them to group them and began to practice a large number of basic skills, including spell shooting and casting speed.

This makes it okay for Mike to leave them alone now.

"Mike, you'd better drink this!"

Hermione looked at Mike on the sofa with a worried look on her face, and said as she handed over a glass of light blue liquid.

Mike glanced at him and didn't say anything, but just waved his hand slightly.

He knew the liquid handed over by Hermione. It was a very simple sobering medicine. This medicine has a very strong effect. With his current slightly drunk state, he could completely wake up with just a small sip of wine.

But Mike didn't want to drink it.

He hasn't touched alcohol for a long time, and he has never been drunk since he came to this world, so now Mike actually enjoys this slightly drunk state.

Unfortunately, with Mike's current physical condition, the impact of this alcohol on him will not last for too long. In other words, Mike's current slightly drunk state is likely to disappear at any time.

This also made Mike cherish this state even more. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Franklin and others gathered around him through the cracks. However, Harry on another sofa was looking up at the snow-white ceiling with an indespair.

Then he was drunk, Mike sat down next to Harry, patted his shoulder and said:

"What's wrong with you? Why is this expression?"

The alcohol on Mike made Harry frown. He moved his head slightly to the side, but didn't say anything.

McBen wanted to ask, but Franklin, who was standing beside him, shook his head and said:

"Mike, don't ask. Harry lost today, and he just came back from Snape's office."

Suddenly, Mike figured it out.

And the Quidditch League officially started this afternoon. As the opening match, both sides of the game were Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Judging from Harry's current state, they probably lost that game.

As for the brain-closing curse study conducted by Mike in Snape's office, Mike doesn't have to think about it, it will inevitably be a not-so-good experience.

The matter between Snape and Harry can only be said to be a mess, and Mike has no interest in it.

Nodding, Mike decided not to ask questions anymore, and gently patted Harry on the shoulder to comfort him, but the latter twisted to the side again.

Mike saw that Harry seemed to hate the alcohol on his body, and suddenly felt very interesting. A smirk appeared on his face, and he reached out to wipe Harry's face.

However, his hand froze in the air just halfway through, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Everyone!" Mike suddenly stood up, "Leave the room for whatever request is right now!"

Mike's voice echoed in the room whenever he asked, and then everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him with a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong with you...?"

Harry asked in confusion, while Mike didn't look at his explanation:

"The alert magic I arranged around was triggered, and many people were approaching here! Quick! Everyone packed up their things and retreated from the secret passage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room for answers to requests was sensational, and people took action quickly.

In order to prevent the D.A. military aggregation from being discovered, Mike actually made an emergency plan, and the first thing he was to bear was the escape passage.

And that secret passage was the one that Mike often used in his lower grades, and was able to go to the Lavenclaw Tower.

This shows the quality gap between the members of the Mutual Aid Association and the Ordinary D.A. Army. When Mike issued the retreat order, the members of the Mutual Aid Association who had been trained for a long time quickly packed up their belongings and began to retreat from the exit in an orderly manner, while many ordinary D.A. Army were still at a loss.

"You guys! Why are you still standing there? Stop packing up your things, leave!"

Mike's harsh roar seemed to have woken them up. The D.A. soldiers, led by Qiu Zhang and other girls, finally moved and screamed and squeezed out the door.

However, this speed is still not enough. The total members of the D.A. Army exceeded 60, and such a huge crowd could not retreat quickly without the maintenance of high order.

Thinking of this, Mike took out his magic wand and walked towards the gate.

"Mike!" Hermione shouted heart-wrenchingly, "What are you going to do?"

"You guys go first, I'll drag them!"

"No! You can't go!"

Hermione reached out and wanted to grab Mike's arm, but Franklin grabbed her and, together with the other members of the Mutual Aid Association, pulled Hermione, Harry and others and began to drag in the direction of the secret passage.

Franklin can be said to be one of the people who know Mike the best. He knows very well that since Mike dares to face Umbridge alone at this time, he must have confidence and escape without hesitation. He will also drag him down when he waits for others.

Mike heard the sounds of everyone behind him clearly. After hearing the voices of Hermione and others moving further and further, a smile appeared on Mike's face, and in the darkness, his steps became stronger and stronger.

Moving forward in the darkness, until the staircase leading to the seventh floor, Mike heard it. According to the results detected by the warning spell, the main forces led by Umbridge will appear here, and only a few stragglers will arrive at the room for responsiveness from other places. All he could do was to block the main forces here. As for those stragglers, Mike believed that Franklin and the others could solve it.

But there is another question that is very important.

That is how did Umbridge discover the D.A. Army rally?

You must know that you have informed all members of the existence of curses, so in theory, there should be no whistleblowers like those in the original work.

But the final result is that Umbridge still discovered their existence!

Thinking of this, Mike slowly closed his eyes and waited quietly in the darkness.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but a light suddenly came from the silent stairs, and then there was also intermittent voices of people.

In the darkness, a pair of azure blue eyes suddenly opened, and Mike squeezed the wand in his hand and stared at the corner of the stairs.

He had a premonition that the enemy was about to appear.

Mike's premonition was not bad at all. Soon a Slytherin student holding a luminous wand appeared in front of Mike. After hearing the sound, there should be many people behind him.

With the light, the Slytherin student discovered Mike in the dark almost immediately.

He was stunned for a moment, then he began to retreat quickly, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

"It's Mike! McTownley is here! Be careful!"

As soon as this said, Mike heard a burst of exclamations from the crowd behind the man. Obviously, these people were shocked by their names.

Mike's mouth raised, and he was not surprised by the performance of these people. It is not surprising that the shadow of a man's name is the renowned tree, with the great reputation he has made in Hogwarts over the years, these people have such performance.

The commotion in the crowd continued, while Mike stood still.

If he could, he would like to send all these people to heaven with a fireball, but unfortunately he cannot do this at this stage, otherwise not only the Ministry of Magic, but even Dumbledore and the school senior management would not let him go.

After a while, the commotion in the Umbridge team opposite finally stopped. The Slytherin students who appeared in front of Mike had long disappeared, but were replaced by three adults in uniform uniforms.

Judging from their uniforms and badges on their chests, these people should be staff members of the Ministry of Magic, but their uniforms are different from those of Aurors. Mike guessed that they should be strikers.

Strikers and Aurors, these two organizations constitute the conventional military force of the Ministry of Magic and even the entire European wizard society, among which Aurors exist as elite combat power.

They are not only very strong in their own personal strength, but also have very high teamwork skills and can cooperate with each other to release some combination spells.

And if the Aurors are elite special forces, the striker is an ordinary army.

They have a large number of people and are not very capable of fighting, but they also have the ability to cooperate with the team.

In previous wars, these hitters often existed as cannon fodder.

The moment he saw them, Mike's brows frowned.

This is not to say that Mike is afraid of these hitters, but that these people appear here can represent many things. You should know that hitters, like Auror, represent the Ministry of Magic!

At this moment, Umbridge's fat and short figure squeezed out of the crowd and stood behind the hitters.

"Ahh! Mike!" Umbridge said proudly, while he was still hiding behind the hitters, as if he was afraid that Mike would suddenly attack. Unfortunately, the hitters had very well-proportioned figures and could not hide her, the giant, at all. "I knew you were making trouble in secret! I'm caught now!"

Looking at her fearful and proud look, Mike wanted to laugh very much, but in the purpose of delaying time, Mike seemed to forcefully hold back his smile and said:

"Oh? You said you were making trouble in secret. Do you have any evidence?"

The smug look on Umbridge's face became even more obvious. She wanted to say something, but a Slytherin next to her suddenly grabbed her and said something to her.

Immediately afterwards, Umbridge's face changed drastically, and he waved his hand to Mike and shouted:

"Don't let him delay time, catch him!"

Upon hearing this, the strikers waved their wands together, while the Slytherins behind them hid behind the strikers and secretly placed cold guns.

Mike shook his head, and when he saw the delay plan failed, he no longer had any traces of ink. With a wave of the magic wand, a translucent mist like gauze enveloped him!

Safe guard!

The attackers' faces changed drastically when they saw Mike's movements, and then quickly withdrew their output magic and unfolded their armor protection.

However, the Slytherins behind him had no intention of retreating, and were still holding cold guns with grim smiles.

"Sausal!"

More than a dozen curses of different colors fell on the "tulle tulle" in front of Mike in an instant, but the next moment, the Slytherins' grin froze, because the curses were turned around the direction the moment they touched the "tulle" and began to reflect in all directions!

Mike smiled.

The Peaceful Guardian Spell can deflect most of the evil curses that come. If this protection curse is released during collective combat, the deflected evil curse will undoubtedly inadvertently hurt friendly forces, but now Mike is fighting alone!

Moreover, the combat location is a small place like the stairs entrance, and the deflection effect of Ping An guard can be said to be a great effect!

"Merlin's beard!"

"Damn it, who put the disarming spell! My wand is gone!"

"Ah! It's the big stick in the front teeth competition! Woo woo woo woo!"

...

For a moment, as the spells continued to bounce back, the crowd was in chaos.

The strikers' faces were dark. They had long seen that Mike was not an easy enemy to deal with. Originally, they felt that they could still fight with each other with their mutual cooperation, but now there are so many pig teammates behind them, what should I do?

Now the Slytherins never dared to attack at will after suffering, and the strikers kept watching Mike in a vigilant manner.

The longer the Peace Guardian spell lasts, the more spells deflected, the more magic power the caster consumes.

So the strikers were waiting, waiting for the moment when Mike's magic was exhausted before launching an attack.

Unfortunately, they obviously underestimated the magic level in Mike's body. With their attack strength, Mike would have no problem with holding on for days and nights alone.

And Mike did not attack the Slytherins.

It was understandable that they had used Ping An to guard the Yin Dynasty before, but if they really took the initiative to attack them, it would be unreasonable.

For a moment, the scene inside the stairs turned out to be a strange stalemate!