Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Oh, incompetent roar." Mike shook his head with disdain. "Okay, who's going to tell me what happened?"

Harry and Ron gathered around, and the two of you explained to Mike what Malfoy had just come here for.

Mike chuckled, he actually knew Malfoy's intentions very well.

Little Mr. Malfoy had come with good intentions this time, but he was clearly a spoiled child. He recognized Harry, but despised Ron. The most important thing is that he actually thinks that Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, can understand his theory of pure blood supremacy, especially on the premise that both Harry's parents died at the hands of the pure blood noble leader Voldemort.

It can be said that the two are not born in the same camp, want to win Harry? Simply whimsical.

"When he comes again, you can come to me, and I will solve it. I have dealt with a lot of such things when I was wandering on the streets." Mark said solemnly to the two of them.

"You are so handsome!" These were Ron and Harry.

Hermione's focus was different from the two.

"What, have you been wandering the streets?"

"Yes, I am an orphan."

"I'm sorry, I meant..."

Hermione realized that she had said the wrong thing and hurriedly apologized.

"Okay, let's not talk about that." Mike interrupted before Hermione could finish. "The train is about to go to Hogwarts, so let's get dressed. I think you need to get out of the way, ma'am. Also, thank you Neville, your courage just now is astounding, you'll definitely be sorted. Ranffindor's."

Hermione blushed and ran away.

Harry and the others quickly changed into wizard robes, and before they knew it, they all took Mike as their backbone.

Mike also changed into the second-hand robe that Hogwarts had given him.

This robe was obviously too small, and could only cover Mike's calf, while Harry's robe was made to measure and covered his shoes firmly.

Ron's robe was obviously second-hand or even a lot of hands, and he looked a little inferior at Harry's new robe.

Mike is different, he doesn't care if the tattered robe on his body will attract the contemptuous eyes of others. He strode off the train with Harry and Ron.

As soon as they got off the train, a tall figure caught the attention of the three of them. Hagrid's size was hard to keep from being noticed among these little wizards.

"First-year freshman! First-year freshman come this way! Harry, come this way, how are you?" Hagrid finally found the three of them.

Under the leadership of Hagrid, a black lake appeared in front of everyone.

A castle stands on the hillside on the other side of the lake. Under the starlight, the entire Hogwarts castle is like a pearl in the night sky, and even the moon is eclipsed by it.

"No more than four people per boat!" Hagrid led the little wizards to the boat.

Harry and Ron boarded the boat first, followed by Mike and Hermione. Originally, Neville also planned to take a boat with Mike, but seeing that Hermione got on the boat first, he could only leave in grievance.

Hagrid was rowing ahead with his boat that could be sunk by him at any moment, and the little wizards followed slowly. It didn't take long for Mike to sense the majesty of Hogwarts as they approached.

Unlike in the distance, the interior of Hogwarts is now brightly lit, and the towers in the castle are very shocking.

"Look down!"

Mike and the others fell into a state of dementia until Hagrid woke them up with a loud roar.

The crowd followed a dark tunnel to the dock under the castle, and finally gathered in front of a huge oak door under the leadership of Hagrid.

On the way, Neville's toad finally returned to Neville's hands, and Neville burst into tears.

Mike, who noticed the movement over there, looked at Neville, who happened to be looking at Neville, and gave him an encouraging look.

The door was suddenly opened, and a tall witch in an emerald green robe looked at the little wizards standing in front of the door. She had a serious expression and pursed her lips, and her eyes drifted over Mike and Harry inadvertently. It was Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you, Hagrid, leave it to me next."

She said goodbye to Hagrid and led a group of little wizards into the castle. Under the pressure of her momentum, the little wizards who were chatting with each other were all silenced, and they followed behind Professor McGonagall like little chickens and old hens.

After passing through the huge castle entrance hall, everyone finally stopped in a small room.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, "but you will need to go through a sorting ceremony before you can officially enter the school to decide which house you will study in for the next seven years."

"The four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each has produced countless excellent wizards, and they have all made great contributions to the wizarding world. In addition, The school holds the Academy Cup every year, I hope you all can perform well and strive to win glory for your own academy.”

"In a few minutes, the sorting ceremony will be held in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Before that, I suggest that you take care of your grooming." Professor McGonagall stared at the stain on Ron's nose and turned away.

Aware of McGonagall's gaze, Mike took out his wand and pointed it at Ron's nose to "clean it up." The stain on Ron's nose disappeared instantly.

Noticing that Mike had released the Cleansing Charm, Hermione opened her mouth in excitement.

"You actually learned to clean up! I haven't learned it yet, it's really hard!"

Mike smiled politely at her and didn't care. At this time, his attention was all on the white and transparent figures that suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, ghosts.

He was very interested in these ghosts, what kind of life forms were they? Does the soul really exist?

Soon Professor McGonagall returned, and she brought the little wizards into the auditorium.

Mike swears he's never seen such an amazing auditorium.

The students in robes were sitting around the four long tables, and the candles floated in the air above the long tables, and they could see the ceiling if they looked up. I don't know what magic they put on the ceiling. The ceiling seems to not exist. The moonlight outside shines straight down, and the stars are dotted with light in the night sky.

"Hmm!" Professor McGonagall coughed to draw the attention of the freshmen. In front of her was a high wooden chair with a pointed wizard hat that must have been patched and worn. "Then I started to roll names, and the classmates whose names were pronounced by me sat on their chairs and put on their sorting hats."

Mike was a little surprised, this was not what he expected, the Sorting Hat didn't even sing!

But he didn't have time to think about it. Professor McGonagall began to roll names, and the first name that was pronounced was him.

"Mike Townley!"

Mike strode forward, he had already decided which academy to go to, Ravenclaw.

According to the information from the original book and the inquiries in Diagon Alley these days, Slytherin is a gathering place for pure blood families, so pass. Hufflepuff is a gathering station for mediocrity, and also pass.

Of the remaining Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Mike chose Ravenclaw.

First, the combat effectiveness of Ravenclaw students clearly overwhelmed Gryffindor, and the concentration camp of the academic elite was not for nothing.

Second, Ravenclaw, like Slytherin, is also rich in dark wizards. You must know that the literal translation of Ravenclaw is "raven's paw", and the implicit meaning is "greedy predator". Where did all the books in the Hogwarts library come from? Most of them were plundered from other places by Ravenclaw and its students. Therefore, Ravenclaw students are good at fighting and do not reject plundering.

This can be seen from their dean, Filius Flitwick. The dean of a scholarly academy turned out to be a fighting champion? If Ravenclaw were all nerds, the Dean could never be him.

In short, Ravenclaw is a paradise for Mike to cultivate his henchmen.

Let's go back to the auditorium, Mike picked up the sorting hat, although the hat was dirty, when he didn't dislike it at all, he said in his heart: "Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, let me go to Ravenclaw. Crowe."

The moment he put on the sorting hat, a somewhat funny voice sounded in his mind.

"Wow, a strange little wizard. With ambition and magical talent for dispelling, if it weren't for your bloodline Slytherin would definitely be the best house for you." The Sorting Hat paused. "What? Going to Laven. Crow? Not impossible, but maybe Gryffindor would suit you better. Already decided? Well then."

"Ravenclaw!"

The Sorting Hat announced the result loudly.

Immediately, the students on the second table from the left gave out violent applause. The first freshman this year was theirs, which was a good luck.