Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

It was said that the ups and downs of Ms. Maxim's chest became bigger, so big that Mike was worried that she would damage her clothes because of her panting too much.

She took a deep breath and pointed at Mike as if she wanted to criticize, but before she could speak, Mr. Crouch, who had been silent since the beginning, said:

"He is right. Any argument you have now is meaningless. The Goblet of Fire has made its decision."

"It's not fair!" Karkaroff yelled, "If you insist on doing this, we Durmstrang will retire! And next time, we won't participate in the next tournament !"

"Stop being funny, Karkaroff." Crouch seemed a little impatient, "Stop your false threats, you and I both know this is impossible, Krum has been chosen by the Goblet of Fire, this It's like signing a magical contract that can't be broken! So, let's end this argument quickly! Then I can go home and go to sleep."

At this moment, Karkaroff looked like an angry old lion, staring at his bloodshot eyes, gnashing his teeth as if he wanted to eat Crouch.

But for some reason, he didn't even make any substantive moves.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be getting out of control, Dumbledore finally stood up.

"Okay everyone, we don't know why this happened like this." Dumbledore's loud voice echoed in the small room, "But it seems to me that we now have no choice but to accept it. Now that Mike and Harry have both been chosen to compete, then..."

"Ah, but Dumbledore..."

"My dear Ms. Maxim, if you have another solution, I am all ears."

Dumbledore just stared at Maxim who interrupted his words, his blue eyes were calm.

Under the gaze of these eyes, although Maxim still looked angry, he didn't say a word in the end.

After a long time and no response from Maxim, Dumbledore shifted his gaze to Karkaroff again.

Karkaroff suddenly felt a little hot, and wanted to take off the fur cloak on his body but didn't dare, so he could only writhe on the spot.

"Okay, let's continue." Ludo came out to smooth things over, "I'm going to give guidance to our warriors, isn't it? Batty, let's do it for you."

"Huh? Oh, yes, directing." Barty Crouch's voice seemed a little tired, "The first project... Well, how about this, Ludo, I will leave the directing work to you, I feel a little uncomfortable It’s so comfortable, I think I’d better go home and rest for a while.”

After all, Crouch ignored the reaction of everyone present, walked out of the shadows and left the room.

And when he passed the fireplace, Mike finally saw Crouch's appearance up close through the firelight in the fireplace.

He looked extremely haggard, with two deep shadows under his eyes, and his wrinkled skin was as pale as paper.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mike feels that when he sees Crouch's current weak appearance, Ludo on the side seems to be secretly delighted.

"Hmm! If that's the case, then I'll give the Warriors pre-match guidance." Ludo coughed to hide his expression, but the upturned corners of his mouth still betrayed him, "The first project will It was completed in front of all the other students and the referees on November 24th. Since this project will test your courage and guts, I can't reveal too many details, so I want to tell you Sorry.

Warriors are not allowed to ask or accept any help from any other teacher during the game. The only thing you can rely on during the game is the magic wand in your hand.

In addition, there is another good news to tell you, because the competition is very demanding and lasts for a long time, the Warriors do not have to take the school year exam.

That's all I think, Dumbledore. "

Ludo cast a questioning look at Dumbledore.

"Yes." Dumbledore looked at the direction where Crouch disappeared with concerned eyes, "Is Barty really not staying at Hogwarts? We have a school doctor here."

"Leave him alone, Dumbledore. He was hit hard by being kicked out of the Law Enforcement Department, so let him be alone." Ludo said, "At least I'm going to stay here, After all, Hogwarts is much more interesting than my office."

"Shall we go for a nightcap then?"

Dumbledore glanced at the several adults present with questioning eyes.

"No, Dumbledore!" Ludo quickly waved his hand to express his refusal, "Just forgive me, I still want to visit Hogwarts in a waking state and recall my school days."

On the other hand, Karkaroff and Maxim didn't even say a word of refusal, and each left the room with Fleur and Krum. Mike even heard them talking in their respective languages ​​on the way.

Dumbledore looked at the people who were leaving quickly, speechless, smacked his lips, and turned his attention to Mike and Harry.

"Don't look at me like that, Professor. I'm not yet an adult." Mike joked with a smile, "If I were an adult, I would definitely not reject you."

Dumbledore was taken aback when he heard this, and then burst out laughing.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly eased. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore who was laughing heartily, sighed and shook his head.

Even the gloomy look on Harry's face, who had kept his head down, faded a lot.

"Then it's a deal, Mike, we must have a good drink when you become an adult." Dumbledore finally calmed down and looked at Mike with a smile and said, "Now, I suggest you go back to sleep as soon as possible. I'm sure the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws are waiting for you to go back and celebrate together. After all, it's hard for them to have an excuse to have a big fight, and it's too bad to take this opportunity away from them. "

After all, Dumbledore blinked at Mike.

Mike understood, nodded and led Harry out of the room.

The auditorium is now empty, and all the students have returned to their respective lounges.

The flame of the candle was already very low, which made the grin of the Jack-O-Lantern look flickering and weird.

Harry, who lowered his head, looked up at Mike, as if he took a lot of courage, and said, "I'm sorry, Mike."

"Why say sorry?" Mike said.

"This should be your glory." Harry lowered his head again and said, choked with sobs, "but because of me..."

"Don't say that, I believe you didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire."

Harry looked up abruptly, looking at Mike in disbelief.

"Remember why Dumbledore told you not to sign up?" Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Dumbledore was right to worry."

"You mean..."

"That's right, some people must have wanted to kill you, so they deliberately tampered with the Goblet of Fire."

"But...but, who would do that?"

"Oh! Harry, there are too many people who want to do this." Mike exaggerated loudly, "Think about it, you killed Voldemort. How much his subordinates will hate you. "

At this moment, the two had reached the fork in the corridor outside the auditorium. Harry seemed to want to say something to Mike, but Mike just shook his head and said:

"Okay, you don't have to worry too much, go back and have a good rest. With us here, you will be fine."

After saying that, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder with a smile, turned and left.

Only Harry was left standing there blankly, silently watching Mike's back disappear into the darkness, tears streaming down his face again.

But what Harry didn't know was that Mike's smile disappeared the moment he turned around, replaced by an extremely gloomy and cold expression.

...

In the Ravenclaw lounge, a special celebration is being held at this time.

When Mike opened the door guarded by the eagle head knocker, a wave of cheers and whistles swept through.

This sudden change made Mike stagger, and then several hands stretched out, pulling him closer to the lounge.

The Ravenclaws, who used to be quiet and calm in the past, are now all crazy. They surround Mike, cheering and making noise, as if they were the ones who were chosen as Hogwarts warriors.

"Mike! I want to give you monkeys!"

A senior girl jumped on Mike at once, and was pulled away by the people behind, and the girl who pulled her away threw herself into Mike's arms instead.

Penello, who was outside the crowd, watched this scene, instead of being angry, he smiled and clapped.

She was really happy for Mike.

Everyone wants to have some physical contact with Mike, as small as touching Mike, shaking hands, as big as a hug, a kiss, or even a kiss.

This makes Mike feel like a mascot who can bring luck to people, and everyone can get good luck as long as they have contact with him.

After finally getting rid of the entanglement of the crowd and returning to the dormitory, there were already several lipstick marks on Mike's face and neck.

"Wow! Mike, you are so beautiful!"

Franklin teased Mike, but his eyes were watching Penello's movements, ready to be beaten by Penello at any time.

But to his surprise, Penello was not angry this time, but looked at Mike with concern.

Turning his head to look, Franklin saw that the smile on Mike's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a gloomy expression that dripped water.

A tense atmosphere filled the dormitory in an instant, and Benjamin and the rest of the people all stood there obediently, not daring to move.

"Um, Mike. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of you."

Franklin swallowed, and immediately confessed.

"none of your business."

Mike said lightly, and sat on his bed with a blank expression.

"It must be because of Harry?" Franklin first breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a look of righteous indignation, "Don't worry, we will make that cheater pay the price, the only warrior in Hogwarts It can only be you!"

Mike didn't speak, but just glanced at Franklin lightly.

"I don't think it's Harry's fault. After all, you and him are very good friends. He probably wouldn't do such a thing." Penello sat next to Mike, holding his arm and said, "Maybe Someone did something, like put Harry's name in or something."

Benjamin nodded and said:

"What Penelope said is not entirely correct, Harry's strength is much lower than Lord Tangley, even if he signed up, he should not be selected.

I checked the information, and the protective means of the Goblet of Fire is actually not strong. Some powerful wizards can use the confusion spell to make it go wrong. So I think it is very likely that someone tampered with the Goblet of Fire, making the Goblet of Fire think that there were a total of four schools participating in the competition, and then making Harry the only student in the non-existent school. In this way, Harry will be 100% successful in signing up. "

Everyone in the room nodded in unison, convinced by Benjamin's explanation.

But Mike didn't say anything, just rubbed his cheeks that were a little stiff from smiling, and asked indifferently:

"Moody, when did you come back?"

"You mean he was the one who tampered with the Goblet of Fire?" Benjamin said hastily, "but it's impossible, Moody came back before the dinner. The Mutual Aid Society is still carrying out your order to monitor Moody, so Moody returned You can never go wrong when it comes to Hogwarts.”

"Huh! Then, it means that there is someone else!" Mike let out a deep breath, stood up and said to Benjamin and the others, "Listen, Benjamin! Doesn't your younger brother Zhou Hong have insight into people's hearts? Ability? Let him search for me one by one to find the guy who made trouble for me.

In addition, a bonus of 10 Gold Galleons will be given to all mutual aid members who participated in this matter, so that they can continue to work hard. "

"Understood! Your Excellency!"

Benjamin seemed to be suffering from a secondary illness. He knelt down on one knee like a knight in the novel, and made a non-standard knight salute to Mike.

Seeing this, the other members of the Mutual Aid Association next to him also knelt down like their boss.

Then, under the gaze of Mike looking at a fool, Benjamin led people out of Mike's dormitory in high spirits.

Smacking his mouth speechlessly, Franklin looked at Mike who seemed to have recovered a bit and asked:

"By the way, Mike, didn't you just go to receive pre-match guidance? What did they tell you?"

Mike looked at the curious looks of Franklin and Penello, and did not speak, but silently took out the note that Batty gave him before leaving.

As soon as the note was taken out, it stretched out quickly, and everyone saw on the note, a white fire dragon that reflected colorful light roaring towards everyone!

Franklin opened his mouth so wide that he could almost stuff an egg in it. He asked in a trembling tone in disbelief:

"This... this is the test they gave you? A fire dragon?!"

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