Due to the Ravenclaw curriculum, the younger students in Ravenclaw always get a full afternoon of rest every Monday afternoon.

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

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

"Mike!" Harry shouted furtively.

"Hey Harry! You look..."

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

After that, before Mike could finish speaking, Harry pulled Mike to a remote and uninhabited corner.

"Mike, I may know who is the person who tampered with the Goblet of Fire!" Harry said to himself impatiently, "It's Karkaroff! Black contacted me last night and he said Karkaroff

He 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 definitely not a good person either. We must be careful about him during the competition!"

"That person can't be Karkaroff, Harry." Mike said helplessly, "Think about it, Karkaroff only survived after betraying Voldemort. It is impossible for him to return to Voldemort's command. Because

He will be killed the first time he appears in front of Voldemort."

"Is...is that so?"

Harry was a little dazed, but Mike on the opposite side continued:

"We really need to be careful with Krum. You must know that he is from Durmstrang. By the way, you should know Durmstrang, right?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head.

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

"Durmstrang is a magic school that only admits pure-blood wizards, and the concept of blood discrimination is very popular there." Mike said, "Furthermore, Durmstrang also condones dark magic, and they don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts classes there.

, there are only black magic usage classes that teach you how to use black magic.

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

The name of the first generation Dark Lord is Grindelwald, who comes from Durmstrang. No matter in every aspect, Grindelwald is much stronger than Voldemort. You can check this in the library.

material.

The birth of Grindelwald proves Durmstrang’s teaching ability, and their students are basically good at black magic, so they must be treated with caution."

Harry nodded repeatedly as he listened.

What Mike was talking about was very new to him. He had never imagined what other magic schools would be like before.

"What about Beauxbatons?" Harry asked eagerly, "Is Beauxbatons as bad as Durmstrang?"

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

" Beauxbatons is in France. Do you remember the Philosopher's Stone? The maker of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel, graduated from Beauxbatons." Mike shook his head and said, "Thanks to Nicolas Flamel, Beauxbatons' alchemy

It is very advanced. Almost all the named great alchemists in Europe graduated from Beauxbatons. By the way, Beauxbatons has a very open attitude towards blood, second only to Ilvermorny in the Coal Country."

"Okay, I know."

Harry seemed a little shy. He wanted to know what Mike said about Ilvermorny, but his frivolous face made him unable to speak, so he decided to go back and ask Hermione.

"As for that mouse hiding in the dark, you don't have to worry too much. You'll be fine as long as Dumbledore and I are here." Mike put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "You might as well think about it carefully while you have the time.

How to deal with tomorrow's project, that's a fire dragon."

"You already know!? I was just about to tell you!" Harry's mouth suddenly opened wide, "Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim already know about the fire dragon appearing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, so

You mean I’m the last one to know?”

"Don't take it to heart, it's normal. Cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Cup."

Harry nodded in confusion, thinking that he had peeked at the exam questions so he could cheat a little, but in the end he found out that others were taking open-book exams, which made him very uncomfortable.

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

Harry shook his head blankly again.

"Okay, let me give you some advice." Mike held Harry in his arms and walked in the direction of Ravenclaw Academy, not caring about the flow of people around him. "The fire dragon is an extremely powerful species.

It usually takes seven or eight adult wizards to cast spells at the same time to control them. But they are not without their weaknesses. If you want to deal with them, I suggest you use the Eye Spell to destroy their vision, and then use the Flying Curse to summon yourself.

broomstick, so you can rely on high maneuverability to juggle them."

"Eye Spell and Flying Curse?"

Harry murmured the names of these two spells. He always felt that these two spells sounded very familiar. Professor Flitwick should have taught them in class, but unfortunately he would think of these two spells now.

Sometimes my head is empty.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to do it. Professor Flitwick taught these two spells in class."

"Of course I will!"

Harry quickly denied it. He would not let others know that he was not paying attention in class.

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

Harry stared blankly at Mike as he walked away, feeling a little complicated.

When he saw Rita Skeeter's report, to be honest, he had thoughts about Mike.

After all, Rita Skeeter's attitudes towards Mike and hers were very different.

But when he learned the news about Fire Dragon and Karkaroff, he ran over to tell Mike immediately.

The purpose is to prevent Mike from being cheated.

However, now, not only did he not help Mike, on the contrary, he was even helped by Mike...

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

Mike turned around and looked at Harry inexplicably.

"Thank you! Mike!"

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

…

The next morning, when Mike left his dormitory to go to class as usual, he was shocked to find Professor Flitwick 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 frown completely relaxed.

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

After that, Fliver took Mike and walked towards his office.

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

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

"Oh? Then tell me your method first."

So, Mike reread the plan on the note, and while Mike was telling it, he and Flitwick also arrived at the Charms professor's office.

"It's a very good idea, but I think my plan is more suitable." Professor Flitwick muttered, "After all, the fire dragon is very difficult to deal with!"

With that said, Flitwick opened the door to the office. After he and Mike entered the office, he looked outside the door again and only closed the door again when he saw no one.

"Let me show you something good! Having this fire dragon means nothing to you."

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

"What's this?"

Mike asked curiously, and after hearing this, a proud smile appeared on Professor Flitwick's face, he opened the package carefully and said:

"Dragon dung! Dozens of kinds of fire dragon dung! As far as I know, the content of your competition is to steal dragon eggs, so as long as you identify the type of fire dragon, then smear the same type of dragon dung on yourself, so that the fire dragon cannot smell it.

It’s your turn! Then you use the Disillusionment Curse to steal the dragon egg!”

Mike looked stunned, but Professor Flitwick continued to say proudly as if he didn't notice Mike's expression:

"I finally got this from Professor Sprout. As you know, fire dragon excrement has an excellent birth-promoting effect on some special herbs, so Professor Sprout also cherishes it."

"Well, I think it's better to forget it, Professor Flitwick." Mike pinched his nose in disgust, "I've been well prepared before, and I'm afraid I can't accept this smell. As you know, I

I have a slight mysophobia.”

"It's better to bring it with you. If your plans fail, this thing will come in handy. And compared to getting injured or being eaten directly by the fire dragon, being dirty is nothing." Professor Flitwick advised.

Said, "Oh! By the way! And this! A shield mixed with mithril and obsidian, which can effectively resist the flames spewed by the fire dragon. There is also this one-time amulet that can release armor protection..."

Like an old father whose son is about to go off to war, Flitwick desperately searched through his collection, trying to find something in it that could help his son survive.

Under Professor Flitwick's operation, in a short while, there was a pile of equipment in front of Mike, ranging from clothes to drinks to various disposable props.

After rummaging around for a while, Flitwick finally stopped.

He stood a little dazed in the messy office he had turned over, seeming to be thinking about what else he could give to Mike.

After a while, Flitwick suddenly slapped his head, and then took out a black leather hat from a cowhide box in an almost pious manner.

This is a weird-looking three-cornered hat. (The shape of the hat is a reference to Blood Curse. Friends who have no sense of graphics can search for the Blood Curse Hunter Hat by themselves.)

The hat as a whole still maintains the shape of a traditional three-cornered hat. The brim is turned up high, and the right front and left front sides are tightly adhered to the hat body, making the brim form three sharp corners.

But compared with ordinary tricorn hats, the brim of this hat is shorter, and the hat body is not a traditional semicircle, but a semi-elliptical shape.

This makes the three folded corners sharper and the hat as a whole smaller.

I have to say that this change is very clever, making this hat more handsome and sharp compared to the traditional bulky tricorn hat.

The hat is a little worn and has begun to fade in many places.

But Flitwick's attitude towards it was more cherished than the 'treasures' piled on the ground.

Professor Flitwick carefully dusted off the non-existent dust on his hat, then held the hat in both hands and walked to Mike with almost solemn steps.

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

"This is a lucky hat that my father gave me before he disappeared. He said that this hat can bring me good luck. From then on, I will wear it whenever I encounter a duel that I may lose.

I won all the duels I participated in while wearing this hat!" Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed, and his voice trembled slightly, "Now, I give this hat to you, hoping that it can also bring

Good luck to you!"

After that, Flitwick put the hat on Mike's head and straightened it carefully.

"Thank you... thank you! Really..."

Mike had countless words of gratitude in his heart that he wanted to say, but the words got stuck when he reached his mouth, and finally turned into a simple, trilling thank you.

His eyes were red.

Hot tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Mike had always thought that crying was an extremely shameful thing, but at this moment he really couldn't control his feelings.

From Flitwick, he felt something that he had always longed for but had never gotten.

Family affection!

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

Along the way, I have made many friends who can trust each other, but there is only one person who truly does not ask for anything in return and just gives blindly to me! Flitwick is the only one!

The suppressed sobs still continued. Professor Flitwick reached out and hugged Mike, gently patting Mike's back to comfort him.

It wasn't until the whimpering gradually disappeared and Mike's breathing stabilized that Professor Flitwick let go of Mike, wiped his red eyes, and said hoarsely:

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

"Don't worry, Professor!" Mike wiped away the remaining tears on his face with his sleeves and said firmly, "I don't look down on a mere fire dragon!"

Professor Flitwick was greatly relieved upon hearing this. He patted Mike's arm hard and said with a smile:

"Okay! Okay! I will be watching you in the audience! You have to work hard! Let those purebloods who look down on us take a good look at how powerful we are with inferior blood!"

"Yeah! I'll let them see it!"
Chapter completed!