Time soon came to June, which is also the month when the third event of the Triwizard Tournament will be held.

During this time Draco was around Mike almost every day.

It's a pity that although Mike privately said that he could consider cooperating with the Malfoy family, on the surface he always maintained a lukewarm attitude towards Draco.

This is Mike's strategy. Since you want to cooperate, you must first show some sincerity.

It would be outrageous for the Malfoy family to think that just relying on Draco's flattery in school could make Mike change his mind about them.

As the third and final event of the Triwizard Tournament approaches, the tense atmosphere is raging in Hogwarts Castle. No matter where you go, you can see people holding books.

Sexy students.

Don't get me wrong, these people are not nervous because of the Triwizard Tournament.

What really makes them like this is the final exam.

Professors will use this exam to test the students' learning achievements this school year.

If your grades are not ideal, you can predict that you will become unhappy during the following summer vacation.

The warriors do not need to take the exam, but the warriors' performance is not easy at all.

Due to the competition system, the first two events of the Triwizard Tournament are actually dispensable, because the victory condition of the Triwizard Tournament is not points, but who can be the first to get the third event.

Trophy.

The only role of the points ranking is to determine where you start. Theoretically, if you perform well in the third event, you still have a chance to win the Triwizard Tournament even if your points are not high.

Therefore, even Fleur, who is currently at the bottom of the standings, is actively preparing for the Triwizard Tournament.

On the day of the game, the Ravenclaw breakfast table was very lively. The owls were still delivering letters back and forth above everyone's heads, and from time to time they would drop some things that should be thrown and things that should not be thrown on the table.

thing.

Mike was surrounded by a large group of people, all of whom were Mike's supporters. In order to allow Mike to have a peaceful breakfast, they waved their wands or knives and forks to drive away those unethical owls.

Several students sitting next to Mike kept piling various sausages, bread, milk, eggs and other food in front of Mike, hoping that Mike would eat them and be in good condition to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Mike, who was surrounded in the middle, was eating slowly, and he was very indifferent to the services of his classmates.

This kind of thing started as early as two weeks ago.

At first, Mike felt very uncomfortable and tried to persuade his classmates not to do this. However, after being sternly rejected three times, Mike gave up on this useless move and began to be forced to enjoy the meticulous care of his classmates.

While everyone was having breakfast, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the restaurant.

She started at the Gryffindor table, said something to each warrior in turn, and finally came to the Ravenclaw table.

"Mike, the warriors must gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast." Professor McGonagall said.

Before Mike could respond, a boy nearby who was pushing his sausage in front of Mike suddenly shouted: "But doesn't the game start at night?"

"Bernard, I suggest you take care of yourself first. You must know that you have a History of Magic exam today!" Professor McGonagall first scolded the boy named Bernard, and then explained to Mike, "

We have invited relatives of the warriors to watch the finals, and you can meet there."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly again, hesitated in place for a while, and then added: "You should go."

After saying that, Mag gave Mike another encouraging look before turning and leaving.

The students around Mike also fell silent, and everyone looked at Mike with a look similar to Professor McGonagall's.

Everyone knows that Mike is an orphan and he has no relatives to watch the game.

Mike was silent in the middle of the crowd. To be honest, his heart was not fluctuating much. After all, he was essentially a middle-aged man, and his heart was not as fragile as others imagined.

But it is impossible to say that there is no fluctuation at all. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will feel uncomfortable for a while.

After a moment of silence, Mike raised his head and looked at the Gryffindor table.

No matter how unlucky things happen to human beings, as long as they meet someone who is more unlucky than themselves, they will feel better.

Mike is in urgent need of someone who is more unlucky than himself, or as unlucky as himself.

And this person was undoubtedly Harry, who was also an orphan. Mike would never believe that his uncle would come to watch his game.

Unfortunately, Mike's hopes were dashed once again.

On the long Gryffindor table, Harry was holding up a letter and talking happily to Hermione and Ron. As if sensing Mike's gaze, Harry also looked towards Mike.

At this sight, the smile on Harry's face disappeared instantly.

He put on an extremely embarrassed expression and looked at Mike.

Mike just looked at him expressionlessly, with no intention of looking away.

Harry felt a little guilty when he stared at him, and then gave Mike an encouraging look, stood up, and left the auditorium as if he was running away.

Judging from the direction he was going, he should be heading to the conference room.

Mike finally withdrew his gaze. He lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. He picked up the milk at hand and drank it in one gulp.

'Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. Sirius Black is not wanted by the Ministry of Magic this time. He will definitely come to watch Harry's game.'

Thinking like this, Mike suddenly found another glass full of milk in front of him.

When he looked up, he saw everyone around him looking at him with sympathy.

The boy named Bernard patted Mike on the shoulder and said:

"It's okay Mike, you don't have to go there."

After hearing this, the people around him also echoed, and some extreme people even thought that this was Professor McGonagall's trick. She wanted to use this method to attack Mike's mentality, so that Harry could have a chance to defeat Mike.

The corners of Mike's eyes suddenly twitched twice. The looks from these people made him very unhappy.

He stood up quickly and wanted to go back to the Ravenclaw lounge to wait for Penello to come back from the exam to calm down, but he suddenly remembered what Professor McGonagall said before leaving.

'You should go.'

Mike recited this sentence silently over and over again, finally gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind:

‘fk! Isn’t it just a meet-and-greet? I’ll book it!’

Then, under the encouraging and sympathetic eyes of the Ravenclaw students, he left his seat and walked towards the conference room.

"A true warrior dares to face the bleak life! There is no doubt that Mike is such a warrior!"

Looking at Mike's retreating back, a boy sighed.

After hearing this, all the classmates around him started to agree, and some of the more emotional girls even started wiping away tears.

…

At this moment, Mike has arrived at the door of the conference room. He doesn't know what the classmates in the restaurant said about him after he left. If he knew, I believe Mike must have an urge to vomit blood.

After calming down and mentally preparing himself, Mike finally opened the door to the conference room and walked in.

In the conference room, Klum was speaking rapid Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents in a corner of the room. He inherited his father's silver hook nose and strong build.

On the other side, Fleur was chattering non-stop with her mother in French. Her mother was very beautiful, even more beautiful than Fleur.

Fleur's little sister Gabrielle held her mother's hand. She waved to Mike, who waved back, and then forced a smile.

As if she noticed that Mike was not in a good mood, Gabrielle pursed her lips and smiled, then stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the fireplace in the examination room.

Mike looked over there and saw Mrs. Weasley, a tall young man with red hair, and Black talking happily around Harry, and beside these people, there was a short figure.

, that is clearly Professor Flitwick!

Professor Flitwick was dressed a little strangely today. He was not wearing the light blue robe as usual, but was wearing a small suit that seemed to be children's clothing, which made him not look like a child.

A wizard, rather like a circus freak show performer.

Although Professor Flitwick looked a little funny, Mike couldn't laugh. He felt his nose was sore and there was an emotion brewing in his heart.

At this time, Professor Flitwick seemed to have discovered Mike. He turned his head and looked at Mike, and then he opened his arms towards Mike, with a smile on his face as bright as a chrysanthemum in autumn.

A smile finally appeared on Mike's face. He quickly rushed forward, squatted down and hugged Professor Flitwick tightly.

Neither of them spoke, and Mike didn't ask stupid questions like "Why are you here?" The two of them just hugged each other, saying nothing.

Mrs. Weasley on the side had already cried. She wiped her red eyes with a handkerchief, and then reached out to pull the red-haired young man and Harry into her arms.

Black also had a look of emotion on his face. He stretched out his hand to hug Harry and the others, but Mrs. Weasley knocked it away angrily.

Smiling awkwardly, Blake could only rub his hands and came to Mike's side.

"Mike! I'm so grateful to you. The idea you came up with is simply brilliant! I have bought a house next to Uncle Harry, and I can live with Harry this summer!" Blake

He opened his arms and said with a smile, "Come on, let's hug one another!"

"You haven't changed at all, Sirius." Professor Flitwick, who was disturbed, said pretending to be angry, "You're still so annoying."

Despite what he said, Professor Flitwick still let go of Mike.

When Mike looked at Blake who opened his arms for a hug, the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly, and then he reluctantly hugged Blake, thinking that it would be a comfort to him.

Unfortunately, Blake was obviously not satisfied with this. He immediately hugged Mike tightly and held his hands together tightly and would not let go.

"Quickly let go!"

"Hahahaha! I won't! Oh, damn, why are you so strong..."
To be continued...