Harry Potter Raven's Claw

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone from the distant peaks, Mike also opened his eyes.

This was the first night he returned to the dormitory after two months. Perhaps because he spent too much energy the day before, he did not recognize the bed, but instead slept well.

He kept shaking his hair on the bed for a while, and it was not until it was bright and Mike finally got up and walked out of the dormitory.

In the lively lounge in the past, there were only a few people whispering in a low voice.

Mike was not surprised at all. At this time, all the students in the lower grades should have gone to the classroom to prepare for class, while those in the upper grades have more important things to do.

Today is the first day of school, and they need to choose classes again.

This is a very tedious task for Professor Flevy, because unlike in the third grade, not everyone can take the sixth grade course, and students must meet the requirements of the teacher before continuing to study.

To this end, Professor Flevy must first confirm the students' past grades before deciding whether you are eligible to choose a course.

"Mike, you're getting up late. Professor Flevy asked me to come over and ask you to choose a class." A black-haired boy came over and asked Mike with a smile, "By the way, I'll ask, have you figured out which courses to choose this year?"

He is the seventh-grade director of Ravenclaw and the president of this year's male student union. He is named Clark, a new friend Mike met at last night's banquet.

Mike rubbed his ears and just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue:

"I suggest you choose all the courses you can choose! You should know that this is very important for your career choice after graduation! If you can obtain excellent certificates for all 12 courses, then any institution in the world will open your door to you, even the Ministry of Magic with the most stringent requirements!"

Mike yawned. Although he felt that Clark was talking nonsense, the other party was also for his own good, so Mike decided to say something good to the other party.

But at this moment, another familiar voice suddenly rang.

"Come on, Clark, Mike is not you. He doesn't need to find a job after graduation! If you want me, he only needs to take some major subjects like me, including spell class, potion class, and black magic defense class."

When Mike and Clark heard the sound, they saw Franklin walking towards this side with a homemade simple hot dog in one hand.

Seeing Mike looking at him, Franklin's original sarcastic expression disappeared, but instead he was a diligent smile.

"Hey, Mike, are you going to have one?"

"Ah? Then I'll try it."

Mike took a hot dog and tasted it and found that this hot dog made of simple sausage, bread and tomato sauce tasted surprisingly good.

"Oh, did you do this yourself? It's really good. I don't think you have this talent."

Franklin raised his eyebrows proudly at Clark, and he became even more embarrassed when he saw this.

Taking a deep breath, Clark said sarcastically:

"Do you think Mike is you? His grades are much better than you, so he has the right to choose. As for you, I'm afraid that it's not because you don't want to learn, so you didn't choose other courses, but because your grades are the professors who don't want you at all!"

"What did you say!"

"I said that your grades are too poor and the professor wants you!"

"If you have the ability, please say it again?"

"Say it again and say it again! Your grades..."

Mike frowned. These two men were so noisy.

"Enough, shut up!"

With Mike's roar, Lavenclay's lounge returned to silence again. Franklin and Clark, who were already so fussed that they were almost fighting, closed their mouths at the moment, but were still staring at each other with their eyes.

"Oh, you don't have to worry too much about this matter." Mike sighed and walked out of the lounge and said, "I have already chosen my class this year, so I'll submit the application form now."

"What class have you chosen?" *2

Clark and Franklin asked in unison, but then the two of them reacted and looked at each other angrily.

Seeing this, Mike shook his head, stopped persuading him, but said to himself:

"Spellology, potion, shapeshifting and black magic defense. Well, that's all."

Franklin immediately cheered, and Clark looked at Mike with disbelief:

"But why? You are obviously qualified to choose more subjects, why..."

"Why? No, why. I just don't want to be so tired. You know, I'm very busy, and there are still a lot of things waiting for me to do in the Los Santo Group."

As soon as this said, Clark was silent, while Franklin stared at Clark with a provocative look, his proud expression seemed to have just won the Second World War.

The three of them continued to walk towards Fleeve's office. Halfway through, Mike turned around and asked as if he suddenly remembered something:

"Franklin, did you say you chose Potions right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"But I remember that your grades in Potions should be good, but the elective requirements for grade Potions are excellent."

"Oh! I'm so lucky to talk about this!" Franklin said with a grim look. "The new Professor Slughorn is much better than Snape's old bat. He relaxed the elective conditions for level potion science. Now he can continue to choose potion science as long as he has a good grade of OWLS."

"Haha, are you so happy?" Clark snorted coldly, "As far as I can tell in the past that even Professor Slughorn said that potions needed excellent owl grades. Although I don't know why he lowered his requirements this year, your luck is really good! I guess you must have stepped on shit!"

Hearing this, Mike smiled and nodded. The development of things was not beyond his expectations. Harry's grades in potions were good. In order to satisfy his desire to become a savior teacher, Slughorn indeed lowered the elective standards of potions, which also means that he will face more students in the next year. This is not a labor-saving job for an elderly man of the same age as Dumbledore.

In this way, Professor Slughorn's sacrifice for this is really great.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mike's mouth unconsciously began to rise, and Clark and Franklin behind him were about to fight.

After drinking again, Mike led the two into Professor Fleeve's office.

At this time, the office was already full of students who came to submit the course application form like Mike. Professor Flevy sat in a seat high with books, wearing glasses and carefully reviewing the forms submitted by each applicant.

He moves very quickly, and he will basically give suggestions on every reviewer's form at a glance, which shows that he is in a hurry.

With such work efficiency, it was Mc and Franklin's turn. Professor Flevy's eyes lit up the moment he saw Mc, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Give me the elective form, I'm going to teach the first grade wizards, I'm about to be late."

Seeing this, Mike and Franklin looked at each other, quickly took out a stack of application forms from their respective pockets and handed them to Flivie.

Professor Flevy glanced at Franklin's form and announced it neatly, but when it was Mike's turn, he watched it carefully and carefully.

After discovering that Mike had only taken a few major courses, Professor Fleeve finally frowned.

"Mike, are you sure you only choose these few courses?"

Although Mike has basically selected the basic major courses, these courses are still too few in Professor Fleeve's opinion.

As Clark said before, the number of subjects will directly affect the outside world's evaluation of this student. You should know that when others ask about your grades, they will not ask you which courses you chose, but only ask how many certificates you have obtained.

Hearing this, a trace of helplessness flashed across Mike's face. He naturally could not tell the truth when facing Professor Flevy, so he nodded and said:

"Yes, professor. Because I found that I was not interested in other subjects, and a person's energy was limited. I would rather take the specialization route than distracting myself to learn more and more complicated courses and devote all my time to subjects that I like and are more talented, such as - Curse Studies."

Clark's expression was strange on the side, because Mike didn't tell him that just now.

But he did not expose Mike, but was watching the changes.

Professor Flevy's brows trembled after hearing this. He heard that Mike was making excuses, but there was no doubt that he felt very comfortable when he heard Mike's favorite spell.

"Ahem!" Professor Flevy coughed twice, "Okay, you've passed the test!"

Mike looked happy and said quickly:

"Thank you, professor!"

After saying that, Mike turned around and was about to leave the office, but was stopped by Professor Flevy.

"Wait, Mike, I have something to say to you." As he said that, Flevy looked at the others in the office again, "You guys go out first."

Clark, Franklin and others looked at each other, and finally slowly withdrew from the office, leaving only Professor Mike and Fleeway.

"Teacher, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Don't worry, you can sit down first."

Mike came to Flewy with some confusion and sat down. At this moment, Professor Flewy's face was a little strange. He rubbed his hands and asked tentatively:

"Slughorn has already contacted you, has he?"

"Yes, professor," said Mike. "He invited us to lunch while on the train."

Hearing this, Professor Flevy immediately became furious. He jumped onto the table, kicked over the ink bottle placed on the desk, and roared:

"I just knew! This old fox must have come to please me because of you! This bad guy!"

Mike leaned back and avoided the splash of ink, looking at Professor Fleeve, who was furious with a confused look on his face. He asked strangely after his mood stabilized a little:

"Well, what happened? Didn't Professor Slughorn say that you have a very good relationship with him?"

"Ahhh! The relationship is very good? It's so ridiculous! That guy never looked down on me! Do you know what he asked me to come? Hum?" Professor Flevy roared, "He called me 'brainless reckless dwarf'! Oh! I was so angry! If Dumbledore and the others had stopped him, I would have to knock his bare head with a magic wand!"

While speaking, Professor Flevy was still waving his fist, as if Slughorn's head was right in front of him at this moment.

"Slughorn! This guy is the most vain! His favorite thing is to promote and please those geniuses and powerful students, and fortunately those people will repay themselves after they become rich!" Professor Flevy said gritted his teeth, "He must have discovered your talent, so he wants to join his command!"

Mike's expression on his face was a little strange. He really didn't expect that Slughorn and Professor Flevy had such a knot before.

But he was not stupid either. He was really angry when he saw Professor Flevy, so he quickly stood up and said:

"Don't worry, I didn't know what happened between you and that old bald man in Slughorn before. Now that I know, I will tell him clearly now. I will always be your student, and you will always be my most respected teacher, no doubt! In addition, I won't go to the potion class!"

As he said that, Mike turned around and was about to walk out of the office, while Professor Fleeve's expression suddenly stopped. He stared at Mike's back blankly, and was stunned for a while before shouting hurriedly:

"Come back soon!"

Mike looked back at Flewy with a daze.

"Don't worry!" Professor Flevy's tone softened a lot, "You still have to take the potion class."

"I know you are for my own good!" Mike said righteously, "but I can't stand your grievance even more!"

Upon hearing this, Professor Flewy finally smiled again on his face. He nodded with relief and said:

"You listen to me first. Although that old guy Slughorn is abominable, his teaching level and connections are still very good. In addition, since he wants to gain your gratitude, he will definitely try his best to please you and fire sugar-coated shells at you, so you just need to..."

As he spoke, the expression on Professor Flevy's face became more and more treacherous, and Mike understood it and followed Flevy's words:

"Eat the sugar coating and shoot the shells back!"

"That's right! That's it, what you described is really appropriate!"

Professor Flevy and Mike, the elder and the younger, both smiled thornyly.