Chapter 10： Malfoy's provocation

"Poor boy, I heard about you." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike sympathetically, "I assure you that no one at Hogwarts dares to discriminate against your blood."

Mike was taken aback when he heard the sound, then his eyes were red.

He immediately realized that Professor Flitwick was talking about what happened at the Broken Cauldron Bar before. He didn't expect it to reach the professor's ears so quickly. The British wizarding world is really small.

Mike almost forgot about this incident. He always felt that he was not a person who held a grudge, and he reported it on the spot.

But the look is still something to do. Fortunately, decades of life experience have given him perfect acting skills.

Flitwick was almost broken when he saw Mike's aggrieved appearance, thinking that he was the same as the kid before him because his fairy blood was discriminated against by people around him.

But his temper was very bad back then, no matter who it was, as long as Flivy felt he offended him, he would take out his wand and ask him to eat a flaming meal.

It wasn't until he won the duel championship that his temper slowly improved, because no one dared to offend him anymore.

"Oh, poor boy. It's okay, it's okay now." Professor Flitwick reached out and stroked Mike's short blond hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flivy. You are the first person to treat me well." Mike wiped away tears that didn't exist.

After another chat between the two, Mike bid farewell to Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you very much, Dean Flivi!" Mike bowed deeply at Flivi, "Can I ask you again in the future?"

"Of course my child, the door of my office will always be open for you, hurry up, or you will miss lunch." Flitwick smiled and nodded at Mike, and seemed to think of something, then blinked weirdly at Mike He blinked, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge, it will mess up the lounge. You can go to the eighth floor and you should be rewarded."

"Thank you, Dean."

After bidding farewell to Flivy, Mike walked alone on his way to the restaurant. The tragic sale just now was very worthwhile.

not only got his own solution to the weak magic power, but also got the promise that Flivy would support him.

The most important thing is that Flivy gave him a permission.

The 8th floor is the floor where the House of Requirement is located. Flivy's last words undoubtedly imply that he can enter the House of Requirement. This way he wouldn't have to worry that Dumbledore would doubt him when he entered responsive.

It’s not that Mike was overly cautious. According to the original work, Hogwarts Castle itself is a magical item. The principal himself is likely to have surveillance rights over the school’s facilities.

was thinking, Mike had already walked into the restaurant.

There were so many little wizards dining in the restaurant. Mike casually found a table and sat down. The plate in front of him immediately showed steaming food: potato stew and white bread.

"Mike! What are you doing these days, we always want to find you."

Mike looked towards the voice, and saw the savior three standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so fun, I have been exploring it these days, although I haven't even explored the Ravenclaw Lounge so far." Mike spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders jokingly.

Hermione obviously doesn't believe this, and choked: "I see some people have been busy hooking up with senior sister these days!"

"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense." Mike hurriedly denied.

"You lied, I saw it all in the library, you kissed me with those senior sisters!"

Mike didn't expect Hermione to care about this kind of thing, and joked: "Oh? Why do you care about me so much? Do you like me?"

"No! I just happened to, you... don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's face turned red instantly, and she was about to run away.

But a teenager with platinum blonde hair stopped her.

"Wow! Come and see everyone, Gryffindor's Master Master and Ravenclaw's blond boy are getting better!"

"What are you doing? Malfoy!" Harry yelled at Draco.

"Get out of me! Is that how your parents taught you to treat a lady? You beast without a tutor." Mike stood up and stared at Draco viciously.

It seemed that this look reminded Draco of his embarrassing scene on the train again, and his face turned pale.

"Madam? Can you be called a lady even with such big teeth?" Draco said with drooling. "But she is a good match for you, Mike. You two dirty mudbloods!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. As soon as the umbrella was held up, someone sent him to the door to make him stand up.

He took out his wand and pointed to Draco and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize the language."

Draco is completely worthwhile. He doesn't believe how much magic a Muggle Mudblood like Mike can learn in just a few days, and he, he is a pure-blooded nobleman who has been learning magic since he was a child.

"Mud! Ba! Kind!" Draco said every word.

"All petrochemicals!"

A light barely visible to the naked eye hit Draco. Draco's body stiffened, his face still holding that hideous expression, and his body appeared as gray as a stone. This is Mike's petrification spell.

The Petrification Charm Mike just mobilized his emotions. This is not difficult for the Mike who has been training for half a year, and the effect of emotional release is also very good.

The power of the spell is obviously stronger, there is no petrification curse before that gloss, and this is the sign of the petrification curse entering the room.

Seeing Draco being petrified, everyone around him exclaimed.

"You will be expelled! No spells are allowed in the hall, we should tell the professor!" Hermione's tears burst out, and the poor child didn't understand how vicious the three words Mudblood mean.

Mike doesn't care about this. In places like Hogwarts, descent discrimination violates political correctness. He pays more attention to the effect of emotional spell casting on spells, which also confirms his conjecture about the nature of magic: magic is like chakra, it is a fusion of physical power and spiritual power. Therefore, when the mood is high, the intensity of the spell will increase, and the magic power of the little wizard will increase with age.

Besides, UU reading , he has a backer now.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Professor Flivy to walk to the hall with his short legs.

"I want to see, which little **** dared to slap me in the face! Aha! Draco Malfoy! You are so capable, just like your **** father!" Professor Flivy was very angry. He only slapped Mike with his front foot, but he did not expect someone to slap him in the face on the back foot.

As for Mike's release of the Petrification Charm on Draco, he selectively ignored it. Instead, he would do it too much.

"How dare you guys! How dare you violate the school rules so presumptuously!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived. Professor McGonagall was obviously mad. He never expected that there would be new students within a few days of school. Dare to violate school rules, especially in public.

And Snape stood beside McGonagall without saying a word. He was just nearby and witnessed the whole process, which is why Draco dared to be so arrogant.

But Draco made a mistake this time.

Mudblood these three words are simply Snape's inverse scales, because of these three words he lost his Lily.

"You two will deduct 50 points each! Detained for 10 days!" Professor McGonagall made a ruling.

"I protest! I can't listen to your McGonagall this time!" Professor Flitwick obviously couldn't accept this kind of handling of the big 30s. "Little Malfoy dared to call Mike a mudblood! He deserves the Sinopec spell !"

Hearing the three words Mudblood, McGonagall's face also changed drastically.

"Slytherin deducts 100 points, and Draco Malfoy is locked up for 15 days, and I will be guarded by myself." Professor McGonagall looked at Draco's hideous face and pressed his lips. "Mike Tonley was tight for a day. Closed! Guarded by Professor Flitwick."