Chapter 289： Lucky thing: Flivy's hunter hat

Due to the arrangement of the Ravenclaw curriculum, the lower grades of Ravenclaw can always get a full afternoon break every Monday afternoon.

At this time in the past, Mike would always lie down on the sofa chair in the lounge all afternoon, enjoying this rare leisure.

However, this time when Mike finished the class and prepared to go back to the lounge with his books and slumped for a while, he was blocked by Harry who had been waiting for a long time.

"Mike!" Harry shouted sneakily.

"Hey! Harry! You look like..."

"Come with me! I have something very important to tell you!"

After all, before Mike finished speaking, Harry took Mike to a remote corner.

"Mike, I may know who was the man who did the goblet of fire!" Harry said to himself impatiently, "It's Karkaroff! Blake contacted me last night and he said Karkaroff I used to be a Death Eater! He was pardoned by the Ministry of Magic after betraying a lot of his former companions! And Krum, he is certainly not a good person, and we must be careful of him during the game!"

"That person can't be Karkaroff, Harry." Mike said helplessly. "Think about it. Karkaroff survived after betraying Voldemort. It is impossible for him to return to Voldemort's command. He will be killed as soon as he appears in front of Voldemort."

"Yes...Is that so?"

Harry was a little sluggish, and the opposite Mike continued:

"Krum, we really need to be careful. You know he is from Durmstrang. By the way, you should know Durmstrang?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again.

He just knew there was such a magic school, but he didn't know anything about this school.

"Dermstrang is a magic school that only recruits pure-blood wizards. The idea of ​​descent discrimination is very popular there." Mike said, "and Durmstrang still condones the dark arts. They don't have a defense against the dark arts class. , Only teach you how to use black magic lessons.

You must know Voldemort's nickname, right? The Dark Lord. But in fact, he is only the second generation of the Dark Lord.

The name of the first Dark Lord was Grindelwald, from Durmstrang. No matter from which level, Grindelwald is much better than Voldemort. On this point, you can go to the library to look up information.

The birth of Grindelwald proved Durmstrang’s teaching prowess, and their students basically know how to black magic, so they must be treated with care. "

Harry kept nodding while listening.

These things Mike said were very novel to him, he had never imagined what other magic schools would be like before.

"What about Boothbat?" Harry asked eagerly. "Is Boothbat as bad as Durmstrong?"

This is the mentality of children. In the eyes of many children, the world has always been black and white.

"Busbaton is in France. Do you still remember the Philosopher’s Stone? The maker of the Philosopher’s Stone, Nick Lemae, graduated from Boothbatten." Mike shook his head and said, "Thanks to Nicklemay’s blessing, Boothbatten’s alchemy Very advanced. Almost all the great alchemists in Europe who can be named are graduated from Busbarton. By the way, Busbarton's attitude towards bloodliness is very open, second only to the coal country’s Ifamoni."

"Okay, I know."

Harry looked a little convulsive, he wanted to know what Mike was talking about if Ivamoni was like, but his thin face made him unable to speak, so he decided to go back and ask Hermione.

"As for the mouse hiding in the dark, don't worry too much. It will be fine if you have me and Dumbledore." Mike grabbed Harry's shoulder and said, "You might as well think about it with this skill. Let’s take a look at how to deal with tomorrow’s project. It’s Fire Dragon."

"You already know!? I was just about to tell you!" Harry's mouth opened, the boss suddenly, "Kakarov and Ms. Maxim have already known about the fire dragon near the forbidden forest. I'm the one to know the last thing I said?"

"Don't take it to heart, it's normal, cheating is the tradition of the top three."

Harry nodded in a dazed manner, thinking that he could cheat when he peeked at the exam questions, and finally found out that everyone else was taking the open-book exam, making him very uncomfortable.

"So, have you considered how to deal with the fire dragon?"

Harry shook his head blankly again.

"Okay, let me give you some suggestions." Mike hugged Harry towards Ravenclaw College, ignoring the flow of people around him. "The fire dragon is an extremely powerful Creatures usually require seven or eight adult wizards to cast spells at the same time to control them. But they are not without weaknesses. If you want to deal with them, I suggest you use the Eye Spell Curse to destroy their vision, and then use the Flying Curse to summon yourself. Flying broomsticks, so you can play with them with high mobility."

"Eye Curse and Flying Curse?"

Harry murmured the names of these two spells. He always felt that these two spells sounded very familiar. Professor Flivy should have taught them during class, but unfortunately he would think of these two spells now. But my head is empty.

"Don't tell me you won't. These two spells were taught by Professor Flivy in class."

"Of course I will!"

Harry quickly denied that he would not let others know that he was not listening carefully in class.

"Well, then I wish you good luck." Mike yawned and walked to the eagle head knocker. "I have to lie down for a while."

Harry stared at Mike as he drifted away, feeling a little confused.

When seeing Rita Skeeter's report, to be honest, he had an idea for Mike.

After all, Rita Skeeter's attitude towards Mike is too different from himself.

But when he learned the news about Fire Dragon and Karkaroff, he came to tell Mike the first time.

To prevent Mike from being pitted.

But now, instead of helping Mike, he is even helped by Mike...

Gritting his teeth, Harry once again called out Mike, who had already answered the question of the eagle's door knocker and was about to enter.

Mike turned his head and looked at Harry somehow.

"Thank you! Mike!"

Mike smiled and waved his hand to Harry, and walked into the lounge without looking back.

...

The next morning, when Mike left his dormitory as usual to go to class, he was shocked to find that Professor Flitwick was waiting at the door of his dormitory, pacing back and forth.

He looked like he had been waiting there for a long time, and it wasn't until Mike appeared in front of him that Professor Flitwick's frowning brows stretched completely.

"Mike! You finally got up." Professor Flitwick said, "You don't have to go to class this morning. We need to use this last little time to prepare for the afternoon game."

With that said, Frivel took Mike and walked towards his office.

"I'm sorry, Mike." Flivy said as he walked, "I didn't know the specific events of the game until just now, otherwise we would have more time to prepare."

"If the afternoon's project is to deal with the fire dragon, I think I am fully prepared."

"Oh? Then you can talk about your method first."

Ever since, Mike repeated the plan on the note, and taking advantage of Mike's narration, he and Flivy also arrived at the office of the professor of the spell.

"Very good idea, but I think my plan is more appropriate." Professor Flivy muttered, "After all, fire dragons are difficult to deal with!"

With that said, Flivy pushed open the door of the office, and when he and Mike entered the office, he looked out the door again and saw that there was no one to close the door again.

"Show you a good thing! With this fire dragon, it doesn't matter to you."

Professor Flitwick took out a huge parcel wrapped in parchment from the cupboard.

"what is this?"

Mike asked curiously, and when he heard that Professor Flitwick’s face showed a triumphant smile, he carefully opened the package and said:

"Dragon dung! Dozens of fire dragon dung! As far as I know, the content of your game is to steal dragon eggs, so as long as you distinguish the type of fire dragon, and then smear the same type of dragon dung on yourself, the fire dragon will not smell it. It's you! Then you use the phantom spell to steal the dragon egg!"

Mike looked astonished, and Professor Flitwick continued to say triumphantly as if he hadn't noticed Mike's expression:

"This is what I finally got from Professor Sprout. As you know, fire dragon feces have an excellent effect on the growth of some special herbs, so Professor Sprout also cherishes it."

"Um, I think let's forget it, Professor Flitwick." Mike pinched his nose in disgust, "I have prepared enough before, and I am afraid I can't accept the smell, you know, I Have a slight cleanliness."

"It's better to bring it, if your plan fails by then, this thing will be useful. And compared to being injured or being eaten by a fire dragon, it is actually nothing to be dirty." Professor Flivy advised. Said, "Oh! That's right! And this! The shield mixed with Mithril and Obsidian can effectively resist the flames emitted by the fire dragon. And this one-time talisman that can release armor protection..."

Fliviy desperately searched his collection like an old father whose son was about to go on an expedition, trying to find something in it that could help his son survive.

And under Professor Flitwick's operation, in a short while, Kung Fu Mike piled up tall pieces of equipment, everything from something to wear and drink to a variety of disposable props.

After a while, Flivy finally stopped.

He stood a little dazed in the chaotic office that was turned over by him, as if thinking about what else could be given to Mike.

After a while, Flivy patted his head suddenly, and then took out a black leather cap from a cowhide box in an almost religious gesture.

This is a three-cornered hat with a weird appearance. (The shape of the hat refers to the curse of blood, friends who have no sense of the picture can search for the curse of blood hunter hat by themselves.)

The hat as a whole still maintains the shape of the traditional triangle hat. The brim is turned up high, and the right and left front sides are tightly glued to the body of the hat, so that the brim forms three sharp corners.

But compared with the general three-corner hat, the brim of this hat is shorter, and the hat body is not a traditional semi-circular shape, but a semi-elliptical shape.

This makes the three sharp corners that are folded out become sharper, and the overall hat is smaller.

I have to say that this change is very clever, making this hat a bit more handsome and sharp than the traditional cumbersome three-cornered hat.

The hat is slightly worn, and many places have begun to fade.

But Flivi's attitude towards it and the ‘treasures’ piled on the ground are even more cherished.

I saw Professor Flitwick carefully dusting the non-existent dust on the hat, and then holding the hat in both hands, stepping on almost solemn steps to the front of Mike.

Mike quickly knelt down on one knee and tried his best to lower his body so that Professor Flivy, who is not tall, could put on this weird hat more easily.

"This is the lucky hat my father gave me before he disappeared. He said this hat can bring me good luck. From then on, I will wear it whenever I encounter a duel that I might lose. I put on this hat and participated in the duel, and I won!" Professor Flivy's eyes flashed, and his voice was slightly vibratable, "Now, I give this hat to you, I hope it can also bring it to you. Good luck!"

After all, Flivy put the hat on Mike's head and carefully straightened it up.

"Thanks...thank you! Really..."

Mike had countless thanks to say in his heart, but the words got stuck on his lips, and finally turned into a simple thank you with a vibrato His eyes were red.

Hot tears slipped slowly along his cheeks.

Mike has always thought that crying is an extremely shameful thing, but at the moment he really can't restrain his feelings.

From Flivy's body, he felt something that he had always wanted but never got.

Family!

To be precise, it is the love of parents and elders!

Along the way, I have made many partners who can give back to each other, but I don't really ask for anything in return, but the only person who just pays blindly is Flivi!

The bitterly suppressed whimper continued. Professor Flivy reached out and hugged Mike, patted Mike's back gently, soothing his emotions.

Until the whimper gradually disappeared and Mike's breath calmed down, Professor Flivy let go of Mike, wiped his red eye sockets, and said hoarsely:

"The time is almost here, we should go to gather. As your professor, there is only so much I can do. You have to promise me that you must be careful!"

"Don't worry! Professor!" Mike wiped away the remaining tears on his face with his sleeve, and said firmly, "I don't care about the mere fire dragon!"

Hearing that Professor Flitwick felt relieved, he patted Mike's arm hard and said with a smile:

"Good! Good! I will look at you in the audience! You have to work hard! Let the pure blood who look down on us take a good look, we are so terrible with inferior blood!"

"Hmm! I will let them see!"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time!