Harry Potter Raven's Claw

In the corner of the bathroom, the dirty clothes that Mike had changed had disappeared, replaced by neatly stacked clean clothes and a soft bath towel.

Needless to think about Mike, it is definitely a masterpiece of the house elves. Since Mike solved the food crisis at noon yesterday for them yesterday, they have started to offer Mike as a father, and taking some changes to clothes and other things are all small things.

He picked up the towel and started wiping his body. At this time, he also noticed that there was an extra figure in the reef painting hanging on the wall.

Mc looked closely and realized that it was a blonde mermaid.

The mermaid looked like it had just emerged from the sea, with water droplets hanging on her body, and her wet blonde hair was pressed against her fair skin, and water kept dripping from it.

She just sat on the rock, with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked at Mike with a bright look, without any intention of moving her eyes away.

It seemed as if he noticed that Mike was looking at him, the mermaid's body slowly twisted, her hands kept wandering around her body, and even stretched out her tongue to lick the water droplets at the corner of her mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Mike smacked his lips. Compared to Myrtle just now, this mermaid is much more powerful.

He had a premonition that this mermaid had a wonderful performance for him.

But just as Mike was about to get closer and take a look, Myrtle beside him screamed and pounced on the portrait, cursing the mermaid in her mouth while her little hands were still scratching the portrait.

Unfortunately, the ghost cannot touch the real thing, and no matter how hard she tries, she still cannot hurt the portrait at all.

However, Myrtle's crazy behavior scared the mermaid in the painting. She screamed and jumped into the sea and lost her trace.

"Your cousin! You will only seduce men! I curse you for being locked up here for another thousand years!"

Myrtle was still cursing at the portrait, while Mike was dressed and left. Since there was no more good show, he was no longer interested in staying in the bathroom.

It was already noon after leaving the bathroom, and Mike went straight to the auditorium, where he was going to visit a key figure after lunch.

Because Dumbledore settled the accounts after the autumn, it seemed sparse at this time, and only a few students who did not make mistakes gathered here for lunch.

At the same time, Mike also noticed that the four gem hourglasses in the auditorium foyer representing the four colleges and colleges also changed.

Except for the hourglass of Ravenclaw, the gems in the hourglass of the other three colleges have completely disappeared, which means that their college points have been detained by the professors.

Mike smiled and found a seat to sit down. Then, a large amount of food appeared in the empty plate in front of him, piled up the entire plate high.

This scene shocked the two Gryffindor students next to them, and the two of them had only a few poor green beans and a dry steak on their plates.

Obviously, the house elves were openly starting to retaliate, and when they destroyed the auditorium, they counted the most exciting things about Gryffindor.

Mike shook his head and began to enjoy this overly rich lunch.

And at this moment, a hand gently patted his shoulder.

"Hey! Mike! You're finally discharged from the hospital!"

Mike turned his head and saw Ron looking at him with excitement.

His eyes fell on Mike's plate again, and then his eyes became a little weird.

"Well, your lunch is a little different from ours, it seems... it's too rich."

"No, this is your illusion."

"Is that...is it true?" Ron scratched his head, turned his head and waved to him, "No more about this, I'll bring Harry and the others too. Harry, Hermione, don't be embarrassed, come here quickly."

Mike looked in the direction Ron waved and saw Harry and Hermione watching here a little further away.

When they saw Mike discovering them, they no longer hid and slowly came to Mike's side.

But Mike found that their expressions were a little cramped and their limbs were very stiff.

"Mike, I'm sorry, we didn't go to visit you when you were hospitalized, and we didn't come to pick you up when you were discharged."

Harry said cramply, rubbing his hands, while Hermione next to him nodded quickly.

"Actually, we can't blame us, Mike," Ron explained. "Mrs. Pomfrey doesn't allow us to visit you, and your discharge time has not been announced, so...ah!"

Ron was halfway through his words, Hermione stepped on his feet, and suddenly, his words before he could finish his words turned into screams.

Mike smiled and shook his head, and said softly:

"Ron is actually right. This cannot be blamed on you, so don't take this matter to heart anymore."

Hearing this, Ron immediately raised his head and glared at Hermione and Harry with his painful twisted face, muttering words like "Look, I'm right, Mike won't care."

Harry and Hermione were still lowering their heads. Obviously, they were not relieved yet.

Mike sighed and began to enjoy lunch.

He really didn't take this matter to heart, but Hermione and Harry didn't think so. They felt sorry for Mike.

Ron, who was rubbing his feet, suddenly became deserted when he saw the scene and asked:

"Mike, do you have any clues about that assassin?"

As soon as this said, the two Gryffindors around the people immediately stopped the movements in their hands, pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

The riots in recent days were caused by Mike's attempt to catch the assassin, which is undoubtedly a big melon.

When Mike heard this, the corners of his mouth also rose. He cleared his throat and deliberately raised the volume and replied:

"I'm sorry, I haven't caught that assassin yet. But I already have a new idea. I will visit Professor Slughorn later. I believe he will definitely give me some important help."

Mike's voice echoed in the auditorium, and many students who were eating lunch raised their heads in a daze.

And when they saw that the person who was talking was Mike, the expression on their faces became exciting immediately.

Mike was also secretly observing their reactions. When he saw several Slytherin students sneaking away from the auditorium after hearing what he said, a slight curve appeared on his face.

...

After lunch, Mike went to Professor Slughorn's office alone.

Hermione and Harry were both worried about Mike's actions to say their next plan in public, but Mike was fearless because this was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve.

At the same time, he also refused Harry and others' request to accompany him to visit Professor Slughorn, because too many people were present would be detrimental to him to negotiate with Slughorn, which made Harry and others very depressed.

Mike soon arrived in front of Professor Slughorn's office door. Mike did not come forward to knock on the door. There was no need. At this time, a large amount of magic was wrapped around the door of Professor Potions' office. This was obviously a trace of multiple restrictions, so Slughorn in the office had a high probability of discovering him.

Sure enough, Mike waited for a while and the door of the office opened, and Professor Slughorn, wearing a plaid suit, appeared at Mike's present.

Slughorn's fat face was filled with a bright smile like the sun. He smiled with his hands slightly open:

"Merlin, look at who this is, Mike, it's great that you can come to see me! Come in!"

As he said that, Slughorn moved away from the body that completely blocked the door.

Mike nodded and entered the office with a blank expression.

As soon as he came in, Mike smelled a refreshing fragrance. This smelled like a burning smell of a plant, but it was not pungent. Instead, it smelled like a refreshing feeling.

Mike's eyes turned back and forth in the office, and finally determined the source of the smell - a half-sucked cigar standing on Slughorn's desk.

This cigar is obviously not an ordinary product. The half of the burnt snow-white ash on it did not fall like a cigarette, but was firmly attached to the cigarette butt that was still emitting a faint smoke.

"Ahh! This is a Nepalese cigar. The tobacco leaves are planted by Nepalese elves on the snowy mountains." Slughorn noticed Mike's gaze and explained with a smile, "These tobacco leaves have the effect of refreshing and soothing stress. I have to say that although the little goblins are ugly, the tobacco leaves they grow are really good. However, because the yield is too small, the cigars and cigarettes made from this tobacco are very expensive."

After saying that, Slughorn came to the desk with a big belly, picked up the cigar and took a big sip.

As the cigarette butt hidden in the thick ash lit up, Slughorn's face showed a look of enjoyment. He slowly closed his eyes, held it in a while before he vomited out the smoke that had already faded to the point of being almost invisible.

“What a pleasure!”

Mike did not go to see Slughorn's intoxicated expression, he was observing the office at this moment.

It is obvious that Slughorn is a real old nobleman. In his office, there are a large number of artworks from various countries, such as ancient porcelain from China, fancy headdresses from Incas and strange silver jewelry in ancient Persia. Mike even found a half-open coffin in the corner, which contained a mummy covered with yellow bandages.

But these are actually nothing. What really shocked Mike was the huge bookshelves behind Slughorn's desk. In Mike's magical perception vision, the books on them were emitting rich white magical aura, and they were all magic books!

Knowledge is wealth, this sentence is completely truth in the wizard world, and this whole row of magic books also made Mike truly realize how rich Slughorn in front of him is!

"Mike, you must try this cigar. This is a rare opportunity. I failed to get the tobacco leaves of the Nepalese Goblin this year. This is my last survival."

Mike looked at him and Slughorn was taking out a cigar from a wooden box and handing him.

Slughorn obviously didn't say anything because his expression was so painful at this moment.

Naturally, Mike would not do anything to win the favor of others. He shook his head slightly and rejected the other party's kindness.

Seeing this, Slughorn seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but he was chanting pretentious words like "What a pity."

After Slughorn carefully put the cigar away again, he looked at Mike and said:

"So, Mike, is there anything you're going to come to me this time?"

"Yes, in fact, I have one thing that needs your help, Professor."

Mike pacing in the office, laughing and saying to Slughorn.

Mike was very kind, because in his opinion Slughorn was not as stupid as he showed.

In fact, in McKee's eyes, Slughorn is simply a model of being wise and foolish.

Although he looks obese, his mind is actually filled with his slowly wisdom and human nature.

During this storm, Slughorn stopped the Potions class immediately and sealed himself in this office with many powerful restrictions attached, which made him not affected at all compared to other professors.

Moreover, although he was as timid as a mouse, he was actually very bold!

You know, it is when Voldemort is rampant outside, but even so, he accepted Dumbledore's invitation to teach at Hogwarts.

This is the most authentic act of surrendering to the enemy. If Voldemort takes power, his fate will be very tragic!

If Mike didn't have any surprises, the old man Slughorn must have some trump card, enough to make him not afraid of Voldemort's trump card!

This trump card may be a powerful magic prop, a knowledge in his brain, or a extraordinary network of relationships.

But there is no doubt that Slughorn is definitely a capable person, and Mike will never underestimate such a person.

On the other side, looking at Mc's smiling face, Slughorn was a little flattered. He trembled, and even the ash of the cigar in his hand fell on the carpet, and he said quickly:

"Oh! This is my duty as a professor! Tell me quickly. As long as it is within my ability, I will definitely help you."

Slughorn said firmly, but he was upset in his heart.

He was a little afraid that Mike would really make some unreasonable demands.

"Is that?" Mike's kindness became even stronger. He slowly walked towards Slughorn, and finally leaned against his ear and whispered, "Don't be nervous, professor. I just want to know, is there really no way to remove the side effects of vomiting the real medicine that makes people become idiots?"