Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The space in the hut is very large, and it can be seen that it has also been attached with a traceless stretch spell like 210 Godric's Hollow.

When Mike and Professor Flitwick entered the hut, they found that someone had arrived early.

I saw two middle-aged men sitting on both sides of a huge strip-shaped conference table, talking and laughing with their legs crossed.

Seeing Mike and Flitwick come in, one of them, a middle-aged man with curly brown hair, greeted them enthusiastically.

"Felius! It's been a long time." The middle-aged man squatted down and gave Flitwick a hug, "Today we have to have a good drink, it's true that you want to see you at Hogwarts every day. Difficult."

"Hahaha, we won't go home when we're done with today's business."

Hearing Flitwick talking about business, the middle-aged man looked at Mike and asked, "Is this the good seedling you said?"

"That's right, Mike Townley, the most gifted kid I've ever seen at Hogwarts over the years." Professor Flitwick introduced, "Mike, this is Mario Foley, He is currently the Deputy Head of the Auror Office. You should be familiar with his son, Abbot Foley from our House, last year's Hogwarts Boys' Union President."

"It's been a long time, Mr. Foley." Mike stretched out his right hand and said neither arrogantly nor arrogantly, "Senior Abbott has always been my idol, and I often hear him talk about having an excellent father. I heard that he was an O.W.L.s this year. It's amazing to get 12 credits in the exam."

It turns out that parents, whether in the East or the West, love to hear praise for their children.

This Mr. Mario burst into laughter as soon as he heard Mike's talk about his son, took Mike's outstretched hand and shook it vigorously. You can see that this is a very straightforward person.

Seeing the two of them getting along happily, the smile on Professor Flitwick's face became even brighter.

"I'll introduce this gentleman again." Flitwick pointed to the middle-aged man who was sitting alone at the conference table and looked a little indifferent, "Mr. Barty Crouch, the current Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Wizengamore Member of Parliament and a strong contender for Minister of Magic."

When Old Barty heard Flitwick introduce himself, his already dark face turned ashen. Everyone knows that he lost to Fudge in the election for Minister of Magic that year because his son Barty Crouch Jr. was a Death Eater. strong competitor. It seemed to him a blatant insult.

However, his good self-cultivation prevented him from making any drastic actions, and nodded slightly towards Mike.

Seeing this, Mike naturally wouldn't put his hot face on someone's cold ass, and he would consider it to be an acquaintance if he said hello.

After introducing the two, Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoe and began to look around, as if looking for something.

"Where's old Carter? He's the host of today's test, why didn't he see him." Flitwick turned to Mario and asked.

"Who knows? I'm lost. You know, he's getting old, and it's normal to have some dementia or something." Mr. Mario joked, "Ah, say Cao Cao and Cao Cao will be here."

While the two were talking, a man with a goatee and white hair and beard who looked older than Dumbledore pushed the door and walked into the hut.

"I think I heard someone talking bad about me, is that you Mario?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Haha, you must have heard it wrong, Carter. We are introducing you to little Mike." Mr. Mario laughed twice and began to change the subject, "This is Gilgar Carter, the former head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. , a permanent member of the Wizengamore Parliament."

"This is little Mike, what a handsome young man." Before Mike could speak, Gilgar's big hand covered his head and said kindly, "Filius told me about you,

What a poor kid. "

Mike felt the temperature from the top of his head, and he was a little uncomfortable. Although he has been in this body for more than a year, he still doesn't like other people's behavior of touching his head and killing children, so he can only say hello with a dry smile.

The four of them were chatting and laughing at the door, and the old Batty on the side was a little uncomfortable. He took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and interrupted impatiently.

"Since everyone has arrived, let's start. I still have a lot of work to do."

When the conversation was interrupted, Mario was obviously unhappy, and he still wanted to continue chatting with his two old friends about his son.

"Well, since Crouch still has business to do, let's get down to business first." Mr. Carter reached out and stopped Mario, who was about to break out, and talked.

After speaking, he took out his wand from his robe and waved it lightly, and a silver-white bird stand appeared on the conference table, with a huge raven standing upright on it. This raven is about one meter high, the dark feathers reveal a dim light, and the lines are clear. The pair of claws were the size of an adult's palm, and the sharp claws flashed a cold light from time to time.

Mike thought it was a living raven at first, but noticed that the raven was standing still on the bird stand before realizing it was a sculpture.

"Okay, gentlemen, today's test ceremony begins." Carter's dry voice recalled Mike's consciousness, "This time the person undergoing the test is Mike Townley, and his recommender is Filius. - Flitwick.

The host is Gilgar Carter, and the test witnesses are Mario Foley and Barty Crouch. "

After introducing the staff to the raven statue, Carter said to Mike: "Don't be nervous, this raven statue is one of the relics left by Ms. Ravenclaw. It can test a wizard's talent. The test method is very Simple, just stare into the raven's eyes, there's no danger, come on."

Hearing this, Mike didn't have any ink marks either, he took a deep breath to suppress his inner tension and came to the Raven statue under everyone's attention.

After walking in, you can find the exquisiteness of this statue. When anyone sees this statue for the first time, he will definitely mistake it for a live raven.

Its eyes are not as dead as ordinary specimens or statues, but give people a sense of agility. It also seemed to have a kind of magic, and after just staring at it for a moment, Mike felt that the surrounding things began to fade, and only the dark brown vertical pupil in the field of vision began to become clearer and clearer.

As time passed, all of Mike's attention was focused on that eye.

Suddenly, the originally quiet statue suddenly blinked, and that eye suddenly looked at Mike.

Mike was taken aback by the sudden change, his eyes swept around but found himself in a sea of ​​pale blue light.