Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Due to the fact that he hadn't seen Cedric for a long time, and Cedric was too enthusiastic, Mike finally compromised and promised Cedric to have two drinks with him.

But Cedric seemed to be afraid that Mike would sneak away halfway. He hugged Mike tightly all the way, and finally released his hand on Mike's shoulder very reluctantly after Mike repeatedly said that he would never run away.

The two walked together in the direction of Hufflepuff.

Of course, their destination wasn't the Hufflepuff lounge, but the Hogwarts kitchen.

Compared with Hufflepuff's lounge, the kitchen is obviously a more suitable place for drinking. The house-elves in it cook delicious food one by one, the service is attentive, and they speak nicely.

Cedric said he liked being inside.

It is worth mentioning that the two also met Harry on the way.

Just judging from the gloomy expression on his face, you could tell that Harry was in a very bad mood right now, and if he were the old Cedric, he would just go up and say hello.

But now this Cedric actually dragged Harry directly to the kitchen, claiming to invite him to afternoon tea.

Mike raised both hands in favor of this!

Although he was in a bad mood, Harry still maintained his basic self-cultivation. Along the way, he kept saying that he would take part in Quidditch training later, and he had no time for afternoon tea.

However, Harry's small arms and calves were obviously not the opponents of Mike and Cedric, the two big men, and they were carried to the Hogwarts kitchen.

Obviously, Cedric must have been coming to the kitchen to eat and drink.

So when Cedric, Mike and the others came to the kitchen, the house-elves inside went to prepare the food without even asking, while Mike and the others found a small round table and sat down.

"Mike, Cedric. Seriously, I really have to go to practice later..."

Harry, who was released after coming to the kitchen, tried to make an excuse to leave, but before he could finish Cedric's words, he went into a frenzy.

"What are you training in the rain today, don't make excuses!" Cedric angrily pressed Harry on the chair, "If you dare to leave today, you won't take me as a friend!"

Cedric's angry look obviously frightened Harry. Harry sat pitifully in his seat, peeking at Cedric from time to time, for fear that he would get angry again.

Seeing this, Mike smiled, patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Don't be nervous, Cedric has no malicious intent. Besides, it's raining today, so it's really not suitable for Quidditch training."

"I don't want to go either, but Oliver is crazy. He forces everyone to get up at five o'clock every morning to have a morning meeting, and to train every day, no matter what!"

Harry made the last four words in a deliberately accentuated tone, looking like he was very angry with their Quidditch captain.

The smile on Mike's face grew even brighter. He had thought that Roger was crazy enough to pester him all day to ask him to play, but he didn't expect that Gryffindor's Quidditch team had gone too far.

Unlike Mike, Cedric, who was still smiling, turned serious immediately after Harry finished speaking, and said to Harry with a complicated expression:

"Don't blame Wood, he should be graduating this year. To be honest, he is quite pitiful. Wood's dream is to be a champion, but Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for at least seven consecutive years. If If you can't win the cup this year..."

Cedric stopped halfway through his words, bowing his head and looking serious as if he was in a moment of silence for Wood.

And Harry also bowed his head and said nothing, making Mike feel a little embarrassed.

The eerie silence between the three didn't last long, as the surprisingly efficient house-elves were already serving.

Cedric, who was awakened from some complicated emotions, returned to his original state. I saw that he took out a bottle of whisky from a hidden corner beside the round table, opened the bottle cap and covered the pattern on the bottle with his hand, and poured it. A glass was handed to Harry.

"Come on, I said I wanted to treat you to afternoon tea." Cedric said with a smile, "Hufflepuff's special black tea!"

When Harry saw the liquid that was very similar in color to black tea, he had an expression that looked like a black question mark on his face.

"It doesn't seem like... is it black tea?" Harry lowered his head and sniffed it. "Cough cough! It doesn't smell like it! Isn't this wine?"

Seeing that Harry was not fooled, the smile on Cedric's face quickly subsided, and he picked up the bottle again and poured it on himself and Mike separately before continuing to persuade:

"You're mistaken, this is black tea, but it smells a bit like wine. Try it. My black tea has effects that other black teas don't have."

Cedric paused for a while before continuing: "It can make people forget their troubles and sorrows. To be honest, this stuff is very expensive. If I didn't see your frowning face, I wouldn't let you drink it."

Harry began to doubt life. Since he had never drank alcohol or even smelled it, Harry could not be sure of the authenticity of Cedric's words, so he could only stare at Mike.

It's always a bad behavior to trick children into drinking hard alcohol, but Mike especially wanted to see Harry's reaction after being tricked.

So Mike pretended not to see, and lowered his head to eat the appetizers brought by the house-elf.

This is a fairly common side dish in the UK, with fried pork rinds, scotch eggs, beef jerky and some pickled cucumbers.

When many foreigners think of the UK, they think of well-dressed gentlemen and gay men, but in fact, the most popular thing for most British men to do is drink.

Britain can be said to be a place rich in alcoholics. Everyone says that the fighting people drink a lot and drink vodka every day.

But in fact, when it comes to drinking, the British are better than the fighting nations.

In fact, the United Kingdom is the country with the largest consumption of alcohol in the world (in terms of amount), ranking first with a population of more than 60 million. It is conceivable how British people like to drink.

In such a country where the wine culture is prevalent, the appetizers are naturally not bad.

Not to mention beef jerky and pickled cucumbers, the fried pork rind has an unexpected flavor even after being simply fried.

There is even a restaurant specializing in fried pork rinds that has been awarded three Michelin stars, so you can imagine how delicious this snack is.

The recipe for Scotch fried eggs is a bit more complicated than fried pork rinds. It is worth noting that this egg is not a bomb. As the name suggests, this dish is a fried egg.

It's just that it is fried with hard-boiled eggs, and it is coated with seasoned ham, coriander, green onions and other materials before frying.

This dish was a bit devilish, Mike wasn't very interested in it, it felt like a mix of hard-boiled eggs and fried meat, and it tasted weird and greasy.

When Mike buried his head and ate hard, Harry's eyes also left Mike and cast his eyes on the cup of "black tea" again.

He is not a fool, he naturally knows that the cup of black tea in front of him is wine.

But the minor's curiosity about wine prompted him not to expose Cedric's clumsy lies, and even took a sip with his head down.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

For Harry, a youngster who had never drank before, the 43% whisky was still too strong. As soon as the liquor entered his throat, Harry began to cough violently, watching Mike and Cedric laughing wildly.

As if to celebrate the success of deceiving Harry, Cedric and Mike raised their glasses and drank it down the small amount of whiskey.

"Ha, it's really good wine." Cedric said cheerfully, "How about it, Harry, is it good to drink the water of life?"

"I can't, this wine is too strong!"

Harry hurriedly shook his head and waved his hand, expressing that he couldn't enjoy such a delicious meal.

However, he was Cedric's opponent. With Cedric's constant persuasion, his glass of whiskey was unknowingly drained by him.

Harry, who had been drinking for the first time, obviously couldn't drink enough. After drinking such a glass, his face flushed red, the boss with his eyes wide open, his body kept swaying in the chair, and even his voice became much louder.

Obviously drunk!

Mike and Cedric were naturally not as unbearable as him. The two of them were eating snacks and talking about interesting things that happened recently. They were drinking.

The drunk Harry was obviously a lot bolder. Seeing that Cedric and Mike were chatting happily, he took a long time to pour him the wine and refilled it himself. After a small sip, he even burst into tears.

The heart-wrenching cries startled the house-elves working in the kitchen, and Mike and Cedric looked at Harry too.

Before the two could begin to comfort him, Harry cried and said:

"I'm so hard! Mike! I've been under a lot of stress lately!"

Cedric and Mike looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

But in fact, they didn't need to say anything. The taste of the wine came up. Harry raised his head again and drank the wine in the glass. He hugged Mike's arm and said:

"Mike, do you know? I really want to go to Hogsmeade Village, but the registration deadline is the day after tomorrow, and Professor McGonagall still refuses to sign for me!"

"Well, maybe she's doing it for your own good? You know, Blake is looking for you all over the world."

"For my sake! For my sake, let me go to Hogsmeade!" Harry yelled and pushed Mike away, "and Hermione and Ron, who also fell out recently. Ron said that Hermione and Ron had a falling out. Min's cat always wants to eat his mouse, and Hermione says her cat won't do it... oh my god! How can there be so much shit!"

"I'm not happy in class! That old woman in divination class looks at me with pity all day, as if I might die at any moment! Hagrid is the same, he's letting us take care of caterpillars all day now!  …"

It can be seen that Harry has been under a lot of pressure recently. He has been talking there for a long time. Mike and Cedric are a little overwhelmed. They have never seen Harry like this.

At this moment, the kitchen door was pushed open with a loud bang.

Mike heard the sound and saw Snape walking up like a big bat.

"Aha! Three underage students gathered to drink! You are really capable! Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff each deduct 50 points!" Snape's cold eyes were on the three of them. He glanced around, and finally landed on Harry, "Mr. Savior! I didn't expect to see you here. I originally planned to lock you up, but now it seems that maybe expelling you is the right choice."

Then Snape looked at Harry smugly, expecting to see the bullied but helpless expression on his nasty face.

Every time he sees this face, he always has a feeling of getting revenge, which makes him very happy.

The wind is turning! You bullied me in school, James, so I'll bully your son now.

However, this time Snape might be disappointed. Harry roared with red eyes and pounced on Snape. He hugged Snape's waist and started kicking wildly.

Harry's daring act startled Snape, and although Harry's little arms and legs couldn't hurt him, it made him embarrassed.

"Fuchsia!"

Snape didn't even use his wand, and after a loud roar, Harry was lifted up by a huge force and hung upside down in the air.

"Harry attacks the professor! Another 50 points from Gryffindor!"

"Professor! Don't you think it's too much to not do this?"

When he was drunk, Mike only felt his head was hot and stood up, questioning Snape, and the black thorn pear wood wand also appeared in his hand.

As a friend, Cedric, of course, supported Harry and Mike. Seeing this, he also stood up and said:

"Snape, punish me if you want to. Mike and Harry were both invited by me!"

Snape completely ignored Cedric, staring at Mike with viper-like eyes, and said word by word: "Do you want to attack the professor too? Mike! Townley! It seems that I really have to teach a good lesson today. It's your turn!"

After speaking, Snape drew out his wand, and Mike's pupils shrank. Although he had never seen Snape make a move, according to Professor Flitwick's level, he should not be an opponent.

Just as the battle was about to break out, a shrill but incomparably majestic voice came over.

"Who is going to teach my students!"

Behind Snape, Professor Flitwick was walking with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout.

The three professors had different reactions, and Professor Flitwick was looking at Snape.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, and his face was frosty, and his face became even colder when he saw Harry being dumped in mid-air.

And Professor Sprout, she didn't care about the others at all, walked quickly to Cedric and began to ask him if he was okay.

Since that time Cedric was injured, Professor Sprout has been very self-blame and thought it was his responsibility, so he took extra care of Cedric.

She didn't know what Cedric had said to her. After the two of them had finished their conversation, Sprout's gaze at Snape became extremely sharp.

For a time, the atmosphere in the kitchen became extremely strange, everyone was silent, and even the house-elves on the side stopped their work and hid aside.

Only Harry, who was hanged in mid-air, was obviously completely drunk, still scolding Snape there.

This made Snape's face even more ugly.

"Lock tongue and throat!"

The unbearable Snape made Harry's mouth shut.

But this act seemed to detonate the scene. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick pulled out their wands and aimed them at Snape!

Everyone is the dean of their respective colleges, and there is no one who is afraid of anyone.

Snape's body froze when the two pointed at him.

"Enough!" Professor McGonagall yelled, "What do you guys look like! Harry! You all ground me! One semester!"

Although Professor McGonagall had a lot of power, the other two deans didn't listen to her at all at this moment, and still looked at Snape eagerly.

Seeing that a conflict between professors was about to begin, Mike and Cedric began to persuade the professors of their respective colleges, which made them put down their wands.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall snorted coldly and let the crowd disperse quickly, then flung her sleeves and left, even Harry didn't put it down. It seemed that what happened today really made her very angry.

Naturally, Mike couldn't watch Harry hang upside down there. In front of Snape, a golden bell fell and the curse stopped, releasing the curse that Snape placed on Harry.

After doing all this, Mike followed Professor Flitwick slowly away, and before leaving, he gave Snape a meaningful look.

What appeared in front of him was a gloomy stinky face.

Harry Potter Raven's Claw