Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

　　 The next day, Mike woke up in the sun. The sun hit Mike's face through the glass window, and the short golden hair reflected dazzling light in the sunlight.

　　 From time to time, there will be shadows passing through the window. It is the owl that sent the letter back. These industrious messengers have gone through a long journey all night, and now urgently need to go to the Owl House on the west side of the Ravenclaw Tower to eat and sleep.

　　 With a regular knock on the door, Mike narrowed his eyes and sat up from the bed. Scratching his head, he realized that he might need to get a haircut. The original size has grown unknowingly, and it feels less comfortable to the touch.

　　 Adapted to the dazzling sunlight, Mike did not rush to open the door.

He picked up the water cup from the bedside table and took a sip of the water that he didn’t finish last night. Mike began to tidy up his clothes. Because of meditation last night, Mike fell asleep without taking off his clothes. Now his clothes are covered. He was full of folds.

　　 After cleaning up his clothes, Mike opened the door.

　　 There was a tall black guy standing outside the door. He was almost half a head taller than Mike. You should know that Mike is already taller among people of his age.

　　 This black guy is Franklin Clinton, a freshman in the same school as Mike.

"Hey, Mike, good morning." Franklin was not impatient because he waited for a long time outside the door. "It looks like you have finished washing up. Let's go. There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. We are already late. Up."

"Oh, good Franklin." Mike was a little surprised that Franklin, a classmate who had just said a few words with him, would come here to wake him up, even being late for class, "I'm sorry, too much happened yesterday. I slept a little longer."

"Don't say that, are we friends? Friends should help each other." Franklin said with a smile showing his white reflective teeth, "But we really have to go faster, we Already late."

　　 Mike didn't care about Franklin's words, and said, "Don't worry, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Quirrell, the stuttering clown, he also graduated from Ravenclaw, and won't embarrass us."

　　 "That's good." Franklin breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace. "But what does the clown mean."

"You'll know from now on." Mike licked his teeth and showed a meaningful smile. "In fact, I was surprised that Quirrell graduated from Ravenclaw. He looks like this now. Shame on Ravenclaw."

　　 The two were talking and laughing all the way, and even went to the restaurant to get a breakfast.

　　 During the conversation, Mike told Franklin a lot about Hogwarts, including factional struggles between the four colleges and many anecdotes.

When the two came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was standing on the podium holding a book and stuttering. Most of the little wizards under the podium were the same. Although I was sleepy, I still had to listen to the class carefully. Looks like.

　　Kilo saw the two late arrivals, put down the books in his hands, and was interrupted by Mike when he was about to speak.

　　 "Dear senior Quirrell, please forgive us." Mike hid the breakfast that he had brought in his robe, "Hogwarts is so big, we got lost on the way to the classroom."

　　 "Ok... well, Mike and... and this gentleman, please... come in." Quirrell stammered after hearing Mike's words.

　　 This class was taught by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together. The classroom was divided into one yellow and one blue by the students of the two colleges. Everyone tacitly chose to sit with the students from their college.

　　 But Mike didn't care about this. He took Franklin to the most hidden corner of the classroom.

There is also a small boy from Hufflepuff sitting here. This boy seems a little timid. Seeing Mike and Franklin, the two tall Ravenclaws seems to want to sit next to him and stand up straight, facing each other. The man bowed and ran to the empty seat in front.

　　 Mike naturally wouldn't care about this, and sat down calmly. Franklin hesitated, but saw Mike sitting down as if he was indifferent.

　　 Two shades of blue appeared in a large area of ​​yellow. Even though the corner Mike chose was very hidden, it was still very eye-catching from the podium.

　　 But Mike didn't care. He chose this corner just to show her face to Quirrell. With Quirrell's current timid state, as long as he didn't provoke him too much, he wouldn't ignore him.

　　 Mike took out two slices of bread from his robe, and took out a sausage wrapped in greased paper from his pocket, untied the greased paper and made the two into a simple hot dog.

Franklin on the side of 　　 was obviously not as bold as Mike, and sitting among a group of Hufflepuffs made him a little nervous.

　　 But seeing that Mike was eating Zhengxiang, he also learned to make a hot dog and ate it one bite at a time.

"I admire you very much, Mike." Franklin stopped after taking two bites. "You can get along with the professor and classmates so well. Just like just now, Professor Quirrell called your name and told me Is called the new student."

　　 Mike ate the hot dog in his hand in a few bites. UU reading www.uukanshu.com felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the kettle that Hufflepuff had forgotten to take and took a big swig.

　　 is not water but some kind of drink, sweet and delicious.

"I just know your name, Franklin. In fact, I've noticed you a long time ago, a black man with well-developed limbs but not a simple mind. A young man who is not good at words but longs for friends." Mike put down the kettle. "You don't need to blame yourself at all, you are my friend of McTorry. You are no worse than others. To be honest, your magical talents just amaze me!"

　　 Franklin's black face turned a little red with excitement, and it was the first time anyone had praised him when he came to Hogwarts.

　　 Mike looked at Franklin's choked expression and couldn't help being speechless. Isn't this kid too lack of love? I just instinctively came to a wave of business talk, and I was so excited.

　　Professor Quirrell on the stage is still holding the textbooks and proclaiming the subject, but from time to time he casts his eyes on the blue shade of yellow.

　　 Franklin talked about everything about himself to Mike endlessly, from his terrible family to the strange look he had suffered after coming to Hogwarts because of his size and bad words.

　　 Mike responded to him without a word, and he had drunk the drink in the kettle unknowingly.

　　 It is reasonable to say that this drink is really good. When the get out of class is over, I will ask the guy what brand of drink it is.

　　 Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Franklin finally closed his mouth.

　　 But his eyes were still hot when he looked at Mike. Mike was a little hairy when he stared at him. He speeded up and walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and Franklin followed Mike's footsteps.