Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Peace at Hogwarts continued until the day before the Christmas break.

In the early morning of this day, the sky was just dawning, and a woman wearing a black dress and a long black veil stood in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle.

Hogwarts in the winter morning is always shrouded in a cold fog. This woman looks like she has been waiting in the cold fog for a long time, which causes dense dewdrops on her body, and even her black hair that is a little gray. There are also on the tip.

The dress on the woman's body is very delicate, but it seems to be a few years old. The long dress that was supposed to be pitch black has become less black at this time, especially the places where the joints move frequently have even been worn. It was white, and the tulle on top of her head was even more unbearable. Under the invasion of dewdrops, it had already been soaked wet, lying softly on the woman's head and face, and the color was somewhat transparent.

Of course, in addition to the fact that women often wear this dress, it may also be due to improper storage. After all, the dress is originally made as a consumable item, especially the veil, even if it is left. It will change color quickly if you don't need it.

Such an old dress obviously does not have much thermal insulation effect. Although the woman has been trying to control it, her body that is not strong is still shivering in the cold fog.

"Crench!~"

With a tooth-grinding sound, the door to Hogwarts Castle was opened.

Filch carried an oil lamp and walked out hunched over, while Mrs. Norris followed behind him, looking curiously at the woman standing outside the door.

As soon as she saw Filch, the woman's body trembled much less, she raised her head slightly and pointed her nostrils at Filch.

Filch didn't say much. He curled his lips and made a gesture of invitation:

"Let's go, Mrs Kent."

After saying that, Filch walked into the castle without looking back, and the woman called Mrs. Kent was obviously frozen, so although he was not satisfied with Filch's attitude, he still followed the castle.

The two walked slowly through the hall. At this time, there were already many students eating breakfast in the auditorium. They looked at the strange pair with curiosity on their faces.

Mrs. Kent shook her body instinctively, trying to get rid of the dewdrops on her body. These crystal clear gadgets made her dress that was not black enough to look even more white.

It's a pity that this approach has no effect other than making her messy hair more messy. Mrs. Kent, who realized this, lowered her head sadly - she felt ashamed!

And when she lowered her head, Mrs. Kent saw a strangely colored cat sniffing her shoes.

It was a pair of women's flats made of black deerskin, also whitish from lack of maintenance and age, and now with lots of brown mud splatters.

"Are you even laughing at me?"

An angry old voice came out of Mrs. Kent's mouth, and then she kicked Mrs. Norris with a savage kick.

However, Mrs. Norris dexterously dodged, and Mrs. Kent almost fell.

Just as she was about to continue chasing, Mrs. Norris had already fled to Filch's side, and was talking to Filch with her head raised and meowing words that no one could understand.

Filch comforted Mrs. Norris with a small dried fish in distress, and then turned his head and said angrily:

"You vicious old witch!"

After saying that, Filch turned his head and continued to move forward, but the speed became extremely fast.

Mrs. Kent is obviously not easy to bully, she is about to scold when she opens her mouth, but soon realizes that this is Hogwarts,

Looking at the students around her, she could only shut her mouth and quickly chased after Filch.

Filch's body is strong, with solid bulging muscles under his tattered clothes.

This is what Myrtle told Mike the other day when Mike was going to the prefect's bathroom to take a shower. She also asked Mike to keep it a secret, because it was a shame to peek at Filch's shower, and she didn't want to be taken for granted. Casual girl.

The strong body made Filch extremely fast, and Mrs. Kent had to run to barely keep up with the brisk walk.

Finally, Filch stopped beside the monster statue in front of the principal's office. He first read the password to open the passage, and then looked at Mrs. Kent, who was late and panting.

"Humph!"

Filch snorted coldly and left without looking back.

Mrs. Kent spat at his back, then took out the mirror and started to organize her makeup.

It's a pity that the makeup she prepared carefully before departure has long been messed up and can't be repaired, but she is still trying her best to make it up.

Half an hour later, the stone statue of the monster hiding on the side could not be seen, and said helplessly:

"Are you still going in?"

The sudden sound startled Mrs. Kent and almost threw the small mirror out of her hand.

She hurriedly retracted the mirror, smiled awkwardly at the stone statue of the monster, then raised her head and walked towards the passage with her head held high.

In the principal's office at the moment, Dumbledore, Snape, Kingsley, and Professor Flitwick were sitting silently around a large coffee table that was temporarily set up.

Not far from them, Mike was teasing Phoenix Fox on the shelf.

They gathered here today to solve a problem. Clark, as a seventh-year prefect of Ravenclaw, was taken away by Mike after finding out that it was an assassin, which was obviously unacceptable to Dumbledore.

He shared Hermione's point of view that even if Clark was really an assassin, he should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic to decide, rather than just being lynched by Mike.

It's a huge blow to his authority, and if he doesn't do anything about it then everyone at Hogwarts will be at risk, because Mike can put unwarranted charges on people's heads and execute them at will. Lose.

In order to completely solve this problem, Dumbledore not only invited Kingsley, who represented the Ministry of Magic, but also Clark's mother.

Of course, this is only a cosmetic reason.

In fact, Dumbledore's real purpose was just to smack Mike and let him feel the presence of his headmaster, so that Mike wouldn't get too far.

For this purpose, he secretly arranged a special person to protect Mrs. Kent. Otherwise, with Mike's current power, it would be very simple for him to make Mrs. Kent disappear without a sound.

It's just that his beating doesn't seem to have any effect on Mike at all.

Dumbledore looked at Mike, who was looking as usual and was teasing birds, thinking so.

At the same time, a little doubt arose in his heart, why did Mike get the favor of Phoenix after doing so many cruel and vicious things?

Mike couldn't figure it out himself, but he didn't delve into it because it was obviously a good thing.

Mike touched the weak feathers on the top of Phoenix's head, and took out a large piece of white fresh from his pocket and fed it to Phoenix Fox.

He likes this phoenix very much, its ability is too strong.

"You shouldn't feed it, it's already very fat, and its main food should be flame, you will have indigestion if you do this. By the way, how is my great-great-grandson lately, does he have a wife? Continue the glory of the Black family by giving birth to an heir?"

A serious and heavy voice came from above Mike's head, and Mike knew without even looking that it must be the magical portrait of Sirius' great-great-grandfather, the most unpopular headmaster.

Facing his question, Mike showed no interest in answering, and continued to feed Fox.

"You nasty little brat, if I'm still the headmaster of Hogwarts, I'll have you locked up!" Headmaster Black in the portrait said, and the expression on his face suddenly became schadenfreude, "but you don't Do you respect the retribution of the old man? It's coming, right away...hehehe!"

Along with the bizarre laughter of Blake's portrait, the door to the principal's office was opened, and Mrs. Kent walked in with her head held high.

For a time, Dumbledore and the others, who were all sitting on the sofa chairs, stood up one after another and looked at Mrs. Kent.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kent."

Dumbledore said with a smile, and with a wave of his wand, another sofa chair appeared beside the empty coffee table.

However, Mrs. Kent had no intention of sitting. She stepped forward and grabbed Dumbledore's robe, choked and said:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, where's Clark? Where's Clark?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, he had asked Mike this question, but the other party just smiled.

But this is not important, because with Dumbledore's understanding of Mike, Clark is probably gone.

But out of humanitarianism, Dumbledore didn't tell Mrs Kent this, but only said Clark was missing.

Taking a long breath, Dumbledore's eyes swept across Mrs. Kent's wet dress and still trembling body, and said softly:

"You'd better sit down first, we can talk slowly."

Saying that, Dumbledore's wand moved again, and a warm wind blew from Mrs. Kent's footsteps, drying all the clothes on her body.

Mrs. Kent looked at Dumbledore gratefully, then wiped the corners of her red eyes and sat down.

"Let me introduce you first," Dumbledore said. "This is the Head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape. This is the Head of Ravenclaw House, Professor Flitwick. This is Mr Kingsley from the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic."

Following Dumbledore's introduction, several people present greeted Mrs. Kent one after another. Mrs. Kent also lost her previous arrogant appearance and replied respectfully.

In the end, Dumbledore finally turned his attention to Mike who was standing beside Phoenix Fox.

"As for this one, he's a Ravenclaw student, Mike Townley. And...the one who took Clark."

Mrs. Kent looked in the direction Dumbledore pointed, and saw a tall blond boy half-leaning on a shelf where a flaming red bird stood and looked at her with a smile.

In just a split second, Mrs. Kent's expression turned grim, she jumped up from the sofa chair, waving her thin arms and pounced towards Mike.

"You return my son!"

The expressions of Dumbledore, Flitwick, and the others changed drastically, while Mike had no intention of dodging at all. With a slight flick of his right index finger, a azure blue magical aura charged towards the rushing figure!

There was a hint of surprise in Mrs. Kent's dark brown eyes. She didn't seem to expect that Mike would dare to attack her in such a place!

She instinctively wanted to dodge, but her speed was too fast, it was too late.

Just at this critical moment, a white light flashed behind Mrs. Kent, and a hazy white light instantly enveloped her.

"boom!"

A muffled sound came, and Mrs. Kent squatted on the ground with her buttocks, looking at Mike in horror.

There was also a flash of surprise on Mike's face. Just now, Snape made a move.

That cold and vicious guy would actually protect an old woman who couldn't fight with him, which was really beyond Mike's expectations.

On the other hand, Dumbledore and Kingsley's faces were extremely gloomy. Mike's behavior just now can no longer be described as daring. This is completely treating them as nothing!

Dumbledore instinctively prepared to ask questions, but Professor Flitwick roared before him:

"Mike!"

Mike nodded apologetically to Professor Flitwick, and then looked at Mrs. Kent, who was sitting on the ground.

"Sorry, Mrs. Kent, I just reacted completely instinctively. To be honest, you shouldn't be so impulsive."

After speaking, Mike hooked his hand again, and then the wooden floor under Mrs. Kent's butt began to take root and sprouted up to Mrs. Kent, and a chair with green leaves on it appeared shortly after.

Mrs. Kent seemed to have not recovered from what happened just now, and she stammered and replied:

"I'm sorry..."

Then she looked at Snape who had just shot to help her block the attack, her mouth slightly opened as if to say something of thanks, but soon she lowered her head with a complicated expression and said nothing.

In fact, no one at the scene except her and the other party knew that she and Snape used to be classmates in the same school in the same grade.

But the relationship between the two of them was not very good, or to put it bluntly, Mrs. Kent could even be regarded as a school bully at the beginning, bullying Snape a lot.

But now, the sloppy snot spirit has become a world-famous master of potions, and the wicked and pretentious eldest lady has fallen into disrepair.

Such a huge gap made Mrs. Kent unable to speak.

And Snape, who had given Mrs. Kent a huge impact, was still sitting quietly on the sofa chair with a blank expression, as if everything here had nothing to do with him, he was just a bystander.

In fact, his heart was as calm as his expression. He didn't recognize Mrs. Kent at all. The other party was just an innocuous little character to him, and there was no need to remember it. The shot just now was just his instinct. It's just a move, because he has been secretly guarding Mike's side all the time.

It can be said that Mrs. Kent is completely self-indulgent.