Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Slughorn's expression was a bit weird. Just like Mike's view of Slughorn as a tiger deliberately dressed up as a pig, Mike's position in Slughorn's eyes was also very high.

Slughorn admired the talent, strength, wisdom, wealth and personality attraction that Mike showed. He even dared to be sure that as long as he gave Mike some time, he would sooner or later become the most noble and wealthy person in the entire Ying Kingdom and even Europe.

Slughorn believed in this, and he believed in his own vision, so he tried to make friends with Mike.

But these recent events have allowed Slughorn to see the other side of Mike.

Crazy, violent, vicious, decisive, and indifferent to life.

He posted a reward order, and all the thousands of outlaws outside went crazy. All of this made Slughorn feel scared. He no longer dared to pretend to be in front of Mike because he found that the other party could easily kill him with just waved his hand.

So when he found out that Mike came to visit him, Slughorn actually refused. He had a premonition that the other party would definitely have a very troublesome thing to do when visiting him at this time, but the other party was surprisingly polite, and the question raised was just about the side effects of the real medicine.

This made Slughorn a little confused.

Fortunately, Slughorn has also experienced strong storms. He quickly reacted and said:

"The side effects of the vermicelli can't be removed. After all, this formula has been perfected to the extreme and there is no room for improvement."

"Yeah?"

Mike sighed lightly, but the expression on his face was not very disappointed.

He was about to leave. Since his question had been answered, there was no need for him to stay here.

But just as he turned around and was about to leave, Slughorn said again:

"But the potion that is similar to the drug that has a very small side effect, but still has a very small side effect."

After saying that, Slughorn waved his wand.

A thick magic book flew in front of Mike from the bookshelf behind it and then opened it automatically.

"Look, that's it." Slughorn pointed at a line of words written in ancient Rune with the tip of his staff and said to Mike. "The effect of the Truth Drug is also to make the user speak the truth, but the effect is much worse than the true drug. Well, the duration is about half the difference, and there is a certain chance that the other party will talk nonsense and cannot ask questions. But the same as its weak effect is that its side effects are also very small. People taking this drug will only feel a little confused, and this symptom is just a sleep."

Slughorn had obviously entered the teaching state, and he said that he was spitting everywhere, and Mike had to retreat a little to avoid being sprayed by droplets.

"Is this... really useful?"

Mike asked in disbelief. He had never had hope for Slughorn. He came here just to show off.

But now it seems that the other party is obviously much more powerful than he expected.

"Of course it's useful. I used to configure this kind of potion when I was young and did experiments on a Muggle. This kind of potion is absolutely effective!" After saying that, Slughorn's face changed. He waved his hands in panic, staring at Mike with his big eyes widened and said, "Oh! You heard it wrong just now. What I said was that I had experimented on a leprosy dwarf. Yes, a leprosy dwarf! It's illegal to use a muggle to experiment. I won't do such inhuman things!"

Mike looked at Slughorn coldly, and the other party's words once again reminded Mike Muggle of his status in the eyes of the wizard.

Just like humans who use monkeys and orangutans to do experiments, wizards also use muggles to do magic research. In the eyes of wizards, Muggles are really a very suitable experimental material. After all, Muggles' bodies are almost the same as those of wizards.

Mike recalled that he had learned various profound potions, transformation techniques and black magic, and his body shivered. Behind this knowledge, I don’t know how many innocent lives were ruthlessly taken away.

Mike himself is also a person covered in blood with his hands, but he still has an instinctive disgust for human experiments. It has nothing to do with the Virgin or not, but the latter is really too desperate.

Slughorn began to have a fine bead of sweat on his cheeks, and the expression on his face began to become a little scared.

All of this was because Mike's expression began to become more and more afraid. His hideous expression was as if he would take out his wand to send a life-seeking curse to himself at any time.

Slughorn slowly retreated, and at the same time reached into the suit-lined pocket and grabbed a small glass bottle containing forliner, which was one of his last means to save his life.

However, what Slughorn was worried about did not happen, and the ferocious look on Mike's face soon disappeared and returned to his previous smile.

But as long as you observe carefully, you will find that although Mike's face is full of smiles, it gives people a feeling of being sarcastic and not smiling. The original kindness has completely disappeared, and replaced by pure coldness.

"I have another question, professor," said Mike. "Since the side effects of this Mantra potion are so low and the effect is acceptable, why are people now using the real-time spitting agent?"

Slughorn had obviously not recovered from the shock he had just now, and his hand was still stuck in the suit-lined pocket and said with some stuttering:

"This... this is because of the cost. The cost of configuring the Mantra is very high, almost twice as much as the squirt agent. In addition, it is more difficult to make than the squirt agent, so gradually no one has made it. In fact, it is almost lost. Now there are basically only a dozen people in Europe who know how to configure it."

"Is that true?" Mike said with a smile, "Can I ask the professor to help me make some Mantra potions? Sorry, I need more potions, probably enough 100 servings for people. But don't worry, all the ingredients are provided by me, including you, I will also prepare a generous reward."

"This...of course there is no problem. It is my duty as a professor to help students."

"Then, I won't disturb you to rest."

As he said that, Mike slowly withdrew from the office.

As the office door was gently raised, Slughorn finally breathed a sigh of relief. Mike looked so scary just now that he almost thought he was going to die.

Gasing heavily, Slughorn instinctively reached out to the cigar over there to try to smoke a bite, but all he could touch was a ball of ashes.

He looked down and saw that the cigar that had been half smoked had already burned out, and the precious carpet under his feet was burned out by a cigarette butt.

"Merlin's beard..."

Slughorn instinctively cursed, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the office door was opened here.

"Oh! By the way, the professor. I forgot to say just now that you don't need to keep it confidential about me asking you. If someone asks about this, please tell him truthfully. Then, I really said goodbye this time, Professor."

The office door was gently closed again, but the expression on Slughorn's face was very wonderful, because when Mike opened the door just now, he did not receive any warning. The restriction he spent a lot of money to lay out on the door seemed to have no existence in front of Mike!

...

On Monday, Hogwarts finally restored some of the school's appearance, and the various damages in the castle caused by student riots were also quickly recovered under the efforts of the home elves and the punitive labor of many students who made mistakes.

The subjects of each professor have basically returned to normal. Even Slughorn, who had been timid in the office and did not come out from the beginning, has returned to the podium.

I have to say that this is a good thing, especially for students in fifth and seventh grades.

Because no matter how severe the external situation is, they will take the OWL and exam this year that can determine their future lives. You should know that Hogwarts does not have the chance to repeat the school.

Since classes have resumed, students should go to class.

This is the concept that Dumbledore firmly implements, and even students like Mike are no exception.

So Mike ran to class with his book in his arms.

What they were going to take this morning was Professor McGonagall's deformation technique class. Professor McGonagall assigned the task to turn mice into cats. This is a relatively difficult task for sixth-grade students, because it involves the issue of biological behavioral habits. If you create a cat that is like a mouse, it will be unqualified.

Hermione was happiest about being able to resume classes, but the others were different, especially those who participated in the riot, most of whom had bruises and scars on their faces, which were left to them by the angry Professor Snape.

These people waved their wands with frown. Because of their poor mental state, the cats they transformed also seemed a little depressed.

Mike didn't sympathize with them at all. What they did before was too bad, so in the following days of this semester, they had to complete a lot of school while using their spare time to complete the punishment given by the professors, including voluntary labor, review reports and confinement.

Professor McGonagall on the podium had a nice expression. Her mouth was tightly pursed from beginning to end in this class. Anyone who knows her knew that this was a sign of her anger.

And to say who is the most relaxed in the whole class, it must be Mike.

It took him only five minutes to turn the mouse he had sent down into a clingy black cat, and then he looked around with a magic book called "The Magic of Language", completely ignoring Professor McGonagall's murderous gaze.

After a deformation class, the Ravenclaw student sitting next to Mike was frightened and sweated.

He was afraid that Professor McGonagall was so scared that the little murderous aura that the overflowing of Professor McGonagall scared him so much that he could hardly even hold his wand.

At about 11 o'clock, Professor McGonagall announced the suspension of get out of class on time. This is one of Professor McGonagall's characteristics. She will never delay class.

When Professor McGonagall walked away with his high heels, he came back to life. Everyone walked towards the restaurant with words and words. Some of them were physically punished and some were seriously needed to help them.

Mike also packed up and stood up and walked towards the door alone. Franklin skipped class today to help Mike do things.

"Mike!"

Hermione's familiar voice came from behind, and Mike looked back and found that the Harry trio was behind him.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. Let's go to have a meal together." Mike said with a smile, "Harry, Ron, I can share some of my lunch for you later. Recently, the kitchen elves are crazy about what they have to do. They serve me more and more food. I'm embarrassed to waste food, so I can only finish it with my teeth every time. That feels so uncomfortable."

Hearing this, Harry and Ron both nodded quickly, and they also felt that the domestic elves in the kitchen were crazy. However, unlike Mike, the domestic elves always gave them little food to griffon and could not eat enough.

Hermione gave the two foodies a blank look and then looked at Mike with a worried look.

"Mike, do you really want to use the weakening and vomiting agent called Zhenyan Potion to question every student in the school?"

Mike raised his eyebrows:

"Who told you?"

"We heard Angelina say it, but it doesn't matter, because Angelina also heard it from others."

"Yes, in fact, the fact that you have to feed all teachers and students the truth potion has spread throughout Hogwarts."

"If you want me to say, this is really not a good idea. Although Azkaban is no longer there, this matter is illegal after all. Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic cannot turn a blind eye!"

Harry and Hermione said something roughly, and Mike nodded repeatedly after hearing this. After they finished speaking, they tried to suppress the corners of their mouths that they wanted to rise, and pretended to be firm and said:

"This matter has no discussion. If you want to find the assassin, you only have this one way. I will never give up."

Mike spoke a little loudly, and many students around him who had finished class heard what he said, and after hearing this, they all accelerated their pace, fearing that Mike would discover it.

Hermione and Harry's expressions were not very good either. They did not expect that Mike would be so stubborn.

But as friends, they cannot sit idly by and watch their close friends go astray. With such belief, Hermione is ready to persuade Mike again.

But before she could speak, Mike waved her hand and told her not to say anything again, and pointed to the direction of the auditorium and said:

"Okay, let's not talk about this now. Let's go to have a meal first."

As he said that, Mike turned around and walked towards the auditorium.

Harry and others looked at each other, and finally took a step to follow Mike.