Chapter 343： Zhou Hong is injured

Mike did not take the freshmen’s fear of him at heart. In his opinion, the methods used by the Ministry of Magic to discredit him are too low-level. Except for the very few guys with some brain problems, most of them believe it. People must be able to tell that these are just pure slanders.

But when Mike got up early to go to the classroom the next day, he found that things were not as simple as he thought.

Along the way, except for Ravenclaw's classmates, almost most other college students chose to avoid him after seeing him.

The horrified expressions on their faces almost made Mike think he was a Sumatran plague dragon! The reaction of these people quickly caught Mike's attention, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he was even a little happy.

After all, he has never been the kind of person who cares about what others think of him, and it's good that no one bothers him in this state.

Smiling, came to the classroom without delay, Franklin and the others immediately stood up, waving their arms and beckoning Mike to sit down with them. This lesson is the history of magic combined by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The most dedicated professor at Hogwarts who served as the professor-the ghost professor Binsi.

The course of the history of magic is recognized as the most boring course in the whole school. Professor Bins shook his voice while talking.

If a living old man talks like this, others will be very nervous, because this tone will make people wonder if he will suddenly die on the ground next moment.

But Professor Bins is a ghost, so this tone of voice has only the effect of hypnosis.

And this hypnotic effect is still very significant. If it is a hot summer, Mike believes that most people in this classroom will fall asleep in only 5 minutes. Fortunately, it is September, the temperature is not too high, and it is still morning, and everyone just woke up from their dreams.

So except for the few little wizards who stayed up late last night, most of them didn't fall asleep, but they didn't mean to listen attentively. Franklin was laughing and playing with Mike and the others, and Ron was even more exaggerated. He even played wizard chess directly with Harry.

As an old confused ghost, Professor Bins obviously didn't care about classroom discipline.

Ever since, this is just over an hour of magic history class Mike and others almost spent in small talk.

"...Finally, the giants' war ended with the victory of the bronze giant known as the Titan."

As the last paragraph of the text was read by Professor Bins, he ignored the students sleeping in the audience as if he had completed the task, closed the book, turned and disappeared into the blackboard.

And with the departure of Professor Bins, the students who were still suppressing their voices completely let themselves go.

Some of them picked up the books and jumped out of the classroom, some directly fought with friends next to them, and some were sleepy-eyed and looked around with a confused face.

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"You go back first," Mike said without looking away, looking away, "I still have something to deal with."

Franklin followed Mike's gaze curiously, and saw that Hermione was pointing at Harry and Ron's noses and accusing him of something, while Harry and Ron didn't care.

"Oh huh!" Franklin said with a weird expression, "Mike, although Penello graduated, you can't..."

Mike didn't understand what Franklin was trying to say. He gave Franklin a white look and said helplessly:

"Don't be crooked, it's business!"

"Well, then you are careful. If something happens, brother, I can't help you."

Franklin said in a earnest tone, as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, and disappeared into the crowd with a back jump.

Seeing Franklin fled to the figure in a hurry, Mike smiled and shook his head, then straightened his collar and walked in the direction of Harry and the others.

"You should be ashamed..."

As soon as he approached, Mike heard Hermione's hysterical voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mike said with a smile, "What shame?"

Mike's voice shocked all three of Harry, but then Ron hid behind Mike as if seeing the savior, poked his head out and looked at Hermione, and said in an artificial tone:

"Oh! Mike, you can count it! If you don't come to Professor Granger again, we will be locked up!"

After that, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"you!"

Hermione's angry hair stood up. She yelled, and instinctively raised her hand and smashed the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron had already retracted his head, and the blow was completely empty.

"Hey! Hey! What the **** is going on!"

"Because of the owl exam (general wizarding level exam), Mike." Harry explained aloud, "Hermione felt that we shouldn't sleep in Professor Bins's class, because these contents will all be tested in the owl exam. She also said that our behavior is shameful."

"Am I wrong?" Hermione said angrily. "We are going to take the owl exam this year! This is an exam that can determine our future life! If you fail too many subjects, then It means you can’t sign up for the next more difficult courses like potions!"

"I don't want to continue the old bat class."

Harry murmured to herself, and Hermione immediately rolled his eyes, until he raised his hand to surrender and continued:

"Not being able to participate in the next course is not the most serious. The worst is that the results of this exam will serve as an important reference for your future employability! If you mess up this exam, then you will only Can clean the toilet like Filch!"

Hermione's words made Ron tremble. He would rather die than become like Filch, but he soon thought of something, and cautiously asked Hermione in a tone that pleases temptation:

"It's okay, you know that Harry and I are your best friends. You should copy the notes to us then, right?"

"The beauty of thinking!"

Hermione smashed another book, but Ron avoided it again.

"I haven't settled the account with you yet!" Hermione said, "Your two brothers! They dare to sell the'quick-effect skipping candy' to everyone at such an important time. That is simply misleading our children! As the prefect, they must be stopped!"

"Water!?"

Hermione's words stunned Mike, who had been listening.

"Quick-acting skipping class candy," Ron repeated, "that's a candy that can make you diarrhea, nosebleeds, stomachaches, vomiting blood... so you can pretend to be sick and skip class. George and Weasley Doing this business well, I heard that it has reached the level of insufficient manpower. Also, Hermione, I don't think we can stop them, even if we are now prefects."

"Of course I know what quick-acting skipping candy is, I mean why did the two of them do it?"

"They said they wanted to open a joke shop of their own and are now raising funds." Harry explained, "but I don't think Mrs. Weasley would allow them to give up their studies to do so."

Ron nodded vigorously, obviously agreeing with Harry's words.

Mike on one side shook his head with a weird expression.

No one knows better than him. The Weasley brothers' explanation of Ron and Harry is a complete lie, because those two guys are not short of money at all.

Mike bet that the reason why these two guys want to sell quick-acting skipping candy is because they want to look at people in public.

But knowing that, Mike will naturally not expose the plans of the two Weasley brothers. He patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said:

"Okay, I'm hungry, let's go to the restaurant and continue talking."

Hearing what Mike said, the three people who had been arguing for a long time stopped and walked towards the restaurant with Mike.

However, the scene in Mike's morning reappeared. Along the way, as long as they saw the four students in a group of them, it was like seeing some evil forces, and they all avoided in horror.

Even when they came to the restaurant and sat down at a long table, the students around who were still dining quickly threw down the food and ran away like a plague god.

Harry looked lonely, bowed his head and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted:

"It's okay, most of these people are afraid of me. After all, in the description of the Daily Prophet, I am a heinous super dark wizard!"

Mike's tone was very brisk.

"Don't say that!" Hermione said hurriedly, "We all know that they made it up!"

"Yes, this must be done by the Malfoys! They must have given a lot of money to the Daily Prophet!"

Ron also agreed, but his tone was yin and yang, sounding more like jealous of Malfoy's money.

Harry kept his head down when he heard the words, and shook his head silently.

"I mean, don't be unhappy. The main target of those reports is me. Your life shouldn't be affected too much."

"Um, in fact Seamus fell out with Harry this morning because Harry is always talking about mysterious people." Ron said vaguely while stuffing sausage into his mouth. "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He is Harry's roommate."

"This is not my fault!"

Harry, who was still in autistic state, suddenly raised his head and roared loudly.

"I didn't lie, Voldemort really came back! Mike was on the scene at the time, he could testify for me!"

As Harry said the name, the entire auditorium fell silent. Everyone looked at Harry in horror, as if they were watching a catastrophe that would bring disaster to people. Many people even left the restaurant immediately.

Harry's head lowered again, but the clenched fists predicted his mood at the moment.

Mike's brows also frowned. It seems that there are not a few people in Hogwarts who like to deceive themselves, especially those wizards from Muggles. They have no idea about Voldemort, so when Dumbledore treats everyone They didn't take it to heart after issuing the warning.

Mike bet that many of them didn't even tell their parents about it.

Taking a deep breath, Mike was not going to chat with Harry and the others anymore, he directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

"Harry, do your scars still hurt recently?"

Harry lifted his head quickly and looked at Mike with a shocked look. Then he quickly lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes! Mike! My scars did hurt recently, and even... I even started to have nightmares recently! I often see my...my mother and... and a green light in my dreams... …"

Harry's body was trembling constantly, and speaking those words just now obviously hurt him.

Hermione hurried forward, comforting Harry, and patted Harry's nervously collapsed back.

And Mike on the side showed a thoughtful look when he heard the words, and after a long time he then asked:

"Anything else?"

Harry shook his head quickly.

"Really?"

"Mike!" Hermione froze, and she said excitedly, "Don't ask! Harry is already very uncomfortable now!"

Mike shook his head expressionlessly. Harry Potter is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and there is some kind of soul link between the two of them.

In theory, their two brains should also be linked together.

Mike originally wanted to rely on Harry to obtain some information about Voldemort, but now it seems that Harry clearly doesn't know how to use his ability in this area He sighed, and Mike was about to stand up and leave.

Since he couldn't get what he wanted, there was no need for him to continue wasting time here.

But just when he was about to get up, the two figures caught his eye.

"You be lighter!" Zhou Hong yelled at another little boy with a grin, "It hurts me so much!"

"Why don't you go to the infirmary, I'm really not good at this!"

The little boy looked wronged.

"I'm not going! Give it to me! I'll do it myself!"

Zhou Hong said a sound (cao) that Mike couldn't understand in Chinese, and then grabbed something from the little boy's hand and began to smear it on the back of his hand.

Mike quietly got up and came behind Zhou Hong, and Harry and the others curiously followed.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still cursing something in Chinese, and the little boy opposite him was horrified. He pointed at Mike with trembling fingers, his mouth slightly opened as if he wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, He made no sound.

Mike made a silent gesture to him, and he immediately covered his mouth with his hands.

It was only then that Mike dropped his sight on Zhou Hong's hands.

I saw that there were dense scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was holding a piece of Baixian and constantly smearing these wounds.

It was obviously very painful to do so, Zhou Hong's small face was twitching with pain.

Mike's expression suddenly became gloomy. He squinted his eyes and said coldly:

"Who did this!"

Zhou Hong was taken aback by the sound, his body shook fiercely, and then he hurriedly covered his wound with his left hand and said with some trepidation:

"It's nothing!"