Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Then can you help me?"

Seeing Harry's excited look, Mike smiled, smiling happily.

Harry is still that simple little angel, still so simple.

"Of course, but I still need to prepare some things." Mike said confidently, "Well, after I find the venue, I will call some people, and we will learn the Patronus Charm together. Maybe I can convince Lupin at that time. The professor will come and teach us a lesson."

In the face of what Mike said about finding Lupin to come to the class, Harry didn't care, because the level of the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the past two years was generally not high, so although Lupin's performance on the train was very good, Harry did not. There are still doubts about Lupin's teaching level.

And Lupin is a professor. He is very busy. Why did he come to teach you at night for no reason?

Despite the doubts in his heart, Harry did not show it on the surface, but thanked Mike very politely.

Seeing this, Mike didn't plan to continue on this topic. If Harry insisted on teaching him tonight, he would be finished, and his Patronus Charm had not yet been practiced at home.

Noticing that Harry was still a little frowning after learning about the Patronus curse, Mike said with a thought: "What happened to you today, what else happened?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, once he asks Harry, he can't hold back any longer, and he tells Mike all the bad things that happened to him today like a bean.

Since Harry is really not a good storyteller, and there is a strong subjective desire in what he said, it took Mike a long time to understand what happened today.

It turned out that Harry and the others went to their first divination class this morning. Everyone was happily doing divination experiments, making up strange stories to deceive each other, and having a lot of fun.

However, the professor of the divination class, Professor Sybil Trelawney, who made the legendary prophecy, jumped out and predicted that Harry would die!

If others said Harry, it would definitely be regarded as a joke, but this is a prophecy made by the professor of fortune-telling, and the other party also said that he had nose and eyes, and even said that he had seen a big black dog.

This made Harry a little dubious.

However, this wasn't the worst thing. The afternoon was Hagrid's first class, and Harry and the others went to cheer for Hagrid.

Most of the usual protection of magical creatures classes are the study of some theoretical knowledge. Even if you want to come into contact with living magical creatures, they are small creatures like Hushuluoguo and Humeizi, which are not very lethal and have a cute appearance.

But this guy Hagrid didn't take the usual way, or his aesthetics were completely different from the public. He actually pulled a living hippogriff!

As the name suggests, a hippogriff is a creature with the head and claws of an eagle, the body of a horse, the tail of a lion and a pair of large feathered wings.

This creature is actually a cross between a griffin and a mare. It is huge and aggressive, but because of its griffin blood, it can also be tamed as a mount.

For these reasons, the Ministry of Magic has given it a hazard rating of 3x, which means that capable wizards can deal with this creature.

In fact, Hagrid has been very conservative, he was surprised that he didn't directly pull out a 4x or even 5x creature out of Mike.

Dealing with this kind of creature is actually very simple. It is enough to win the respect of the other party. Of course, bowing to him is also one of the ways.

It stands to reason that this should be a thrilling but not unexpected class, but Hagrid obviously underestimated the bear child's ability to do things.

As a result of ill-consideration, Malfoy was scratched for being rude to the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

Although the injury was not serious, although it was Malfoy's fault.

But Hagrid still has the main responsibility, because he is the class professor who brought a 3x-level magical creature to these 3rd-year students.

And these 3rd grade students are obviously not 'capable wizards'.

"Do you think Hagrid will be fired for this?"

Harry asked Mike worriedly that he had a good relationship with Hagrid and didn't want him to be fired just like that.

"Don't worry, you will definitely not be fired if you are fired, but it is estimated that you will have to learn a little lesson."

Harry is really worried, who is Hagrid?

The half-giant with the half-giant blood is Dumbledore's capable man, and Dumbledore has nothing to say about him.

You must know that Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts for being framed by Tom Riddle, and was also ordered to never use magic by the Ministry of Magic, but what happened?

Dumbledore had secretly repaired his wand and hid it in the little pink umbrella he carried with him.

Otherwise, why would Hagrid bring that little umbrella with him even if it wasn't raining? Shade?

On Harry's side, he was relieved to hear that Mike said that Hagrid would not be fired. He didn't know why he trusted Mike so much. He just thought that if Mike said that Hagrid would be okay, then it would be okay.

As for Mike saying that Hagrid would be taught a little lesson, Harry didn't care, as long as he didn't get fired, he just taught Harry a little bit that he believed that Hagrid's physique could stand it.

And after talking about Hagrid, Mike also developed a strong interest in the hippogriff named Buckbeak.

He had only seen pictures of these large magical creatures in books before, and he had not come into close contact with them, so he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.

"I said, why don't we go see Hagrid and Buckbeak?"

"This……"

Facing Mike's proposal, Harry hesitated. He knew that the relationship between Mike and Hagrid was not very good. If the two of them quarreled again, which side should he help?

"Don't worry, I won't quarrel with Hagrid." Mike assuredly assured, "And when this happened, shouldn't we go see Hagrid? How sad he is now."

Harry thought so too, and said, "Well then, I'll get Ron and Hermione to go with me."

Mike nodded in agreement, and the two started looking for Ron and Hermione together.

Ron is relatively easy to find. This guy is a wizard chess fan. Whenever he is free, he will stay in the lounge and find someone to play chess.

But Hermione's side is more troublesome. Because Hermione chose all the electives this year, she was very busy. When Mike found her, she was writing her homework in the library.

Seeing the books that were as tall as a person piled up beside Hermione's desk, Mike couldn't help swallowing.

This is a real scholar.

Facing Mike's invitation, Hermione hesitated and finally agreed.

When the four of them headed for Hagrid's hut, Mike finally couldn't help asking Hermione:

"Hermione, I heard you signed up for all the electives?"

"Yes, so I have a lot of homework, and if possible I hope we can finish this visit as soon as possible so that I can go back and finish my homework as soon as possible."

Hearing Hermione's words, Ron instantly became dissatisfied, and whispered there: "Then you can not come..."

Halfway through the words, Mike and Hermione both cast their eyes on his face, making him swallow the following words.

Seeing that Ron stopped talking, Mike continued: "No, I'm a little confused now. If I remember correctly, the timings of those elective courses conflict with each other. How did you manage to take two courses at the same time? ?"

"It's actually three, divination class and arithmetic divination..."

Halfway through Ron's words, Hermione's annoyed gaze turned him back.

"I'll deal with it. I've discussed it with Professor McGonagall, and she agreed with me to do so." Hermione explained to Mike angrily, but perhaps realizing that what she said was a little rushed, then Hermione explained Min added, "Thank you for your concern, Mike."

Seeing that Hermione didn't want to say more about Mike and didn't force it, she smiled and said, "You're welcome, I'm just worried that you will be tired. To be honest, you are so lucky."

When he said this, Mike's eyes kept scanning over Hermione's body, and finally landed on a metal necklace around her neck.

And Hermione listened to Mike's gentle words, felt his hot eyes swept over her body, and couldn't help blushing.

Ron, who was at the back, saw all this in his eyes, and made a retching motion silently.

The group came to Hagrid's hut chatting and laughing, but as soon as they entered, they smelled a strong smell of wine.

Hermione, Harry and the others couldn't help frowning and covering their noses, only Mactan stepped forward calmly.

I saw Hagrid lying on the ground crookedly, crying and pouring wine into his mouth. At the moment, there were wine barrels piled up beside him. These wine barrels were all huge, half a person's height. It was impossible to imagine how much alcohol Hagrid had been drinking.

Hagrid stared at Mike in a daze for a moment before recognizing Mike's identity. He suddenly roared with rage and smashed the wine barrel in his hand on Mike.

Harry, Hermione and the others' faces changed drastically. They never expected that Hagrid would be drunk and attack Mike, and suddenly screamed.

But Mike didn't panic at all. In the midst of Hermione's screams, Mike silently raised his wand and drew a symbol in the air.

"Armor protection."

Immediately afterwards, a layer of protective shield suddenly appeared to block the wine barrel.

In just a moment, the wine barrel shattered, and the scarlet wine in the wine barrel spilled on the ground, making the wine taste in the hut even more intense.

"You bad boy is the same as that little Death Eater from the Malfoys, both bad seeds!"

Hagrid stood up cursing, raising a fist bigger than a casserole and smashing it at Mike.

"Passed out."

McLenn raised his eyebrows and shot a red light that knocked Hagrid to the ground.

"Looks like I'm here at the wrong time."

After doing all this, Mike turned around and shrugged his shoulders to the shocked Hermione and the others.

Only then did Harry and the others react, and hurried forward to check Hagrid's condition, but before they could get close to Hagrid lying on the ground, there was a thunderous snoring.

...

Harry and the others were speechless.

Mike, on the other hand, walked towards the grove outside the hut regardless, and in his magical perception he could clearly perceive that there was a hippogriff in the fence there.

"Hey Mike! Where are you going?"

Seeing that Mike walked out of the hut without a sound, Harry and the others hurriedly followed.

"Since Hagrid is drunk, I can only go see Buckbeak myself." Mike said of course.

"That's not good?"

Harry muttered softly, he really didn't know how to stop Mike.

While Harry was thinking about how to persuade Mike, Mike brought a few people to a pasture.

"Oh, that's... so pretty."

Looking at the hippogriff Mike with his wings stretched out in front of him, he exclaimed sincerely.

"Yeah, it's really cool." Ron schadenfreudely echoed, "It's a pity you didn't come to the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, not only did Hagrid let us ride it, the Malfoy guy got caught. hurt!"

Mike glanced at Ron and said lightly, "It's not a pity, I can ride it now."

After speaking, Mike walked towards Buckbeak in the fence.

"Do not!"

Hermione and Harry shouted in unison.

Hermione thought that this creature had just finished hurting people today, and it was very dangerous. Harry, on the other hand, simply didn't think it would be good for them to get in touch with Buckbeak without Hagrid's consent.

"Don't worry, Mike will be fine." Ron said in an indifferent tone, "Don't forget, he is the duel champion of Hogwarts."

Ron had just finished speaking when Harry and Hermione saw Mike, who was walking towards the beast, pull out his pitch-black wand.

Now Harry and Hermione were worried about Buckbeak.

"Armor protection."

Mike quietly looked at the hippogriff who was vigilant against him in front of him, and silently put a layer of armor on himself.

When Buckbeak saw Mike starting to cast spells, he suddenly became anxious, and saw that he stretched his wings towards Mike to make his figure even bigger, and at the same time issued a warning hawk in his mouth.

"Bow! Mike!"

Harry shouted anxiously, this is the way Hagrid taught him, just bow to Buckbeak to get its approval.

However, Mike raised his wand to Buckbeak unheard of.

"Roar!"

Seeing that Mike pointed his wand at himself, Buckbeak was furious, and with a roar, he wanted to shred the villain in front of him with his claws.

But the next moment, Buckbeak froze.

I saw that on the wand that Mike held high, rich purple flames were rapidly gathering, and a basketball-sized purple fireball was formed on the tip of the wand in a short while.

Although the fireball is small, the temperature is not low, and the feathers on Buckbeak begin to twist and deform under the baking of this high temperature.

Under the suppression of the fireball, Buckbeak's body trembled slightly, and it felt the threat of death.

This is the instinct of its beast, and it is also the ability that it has relied on most since childhood. And now, this ability tells it that the little man in front of him is different from the big human before, and the person holding the fireball really wants to kill it!

"Kneel down."

Mike looked at the giant beast in front of him and said coldly.

The next second, Buckbeak fell to his knees with a plop of his front hooves. Its head hangs down on the ground, wishing to bury its head in the ground like an ostrich, and dare not look at Mike at all.

Seeing this, Mike dispelled the flame spell, smiled and stepped forward, grabbed Buckbeak's feathers and rode on it.

Mike's movements were rough, and Buckbeak was very painful to grab. If anyone else dared to do this, Buckbeak would definitely peck him fiercely, but at this moment it didn't dare to move at all.

And Mike on the bird's back put his whole body on Buckbeak's body, while holding the feathers on its back with his left hand, and put his wand on its neck with his right hand.

"take off!"

With Mike's order, Buckbeak, whose neck was pressed by the wand, didn't dare to resist at all, and flew up with a run.

Harry and the others on the ground looked at Mike in the air with their mouths wide open, silent.