Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Like the giant beasts above the arena, Mike and others on the high platform also had different expressions.

Mike and Cedric looked relaxed, especially Mike, who looked nonchalant. Slytherin's Willy seemed a little nervous. Obviously, playing against Mike, the legendary genius, put a lot of pressure on him.

Nervous as he was, Willy, who had received an elite education since childhood, was still very polite. Seeing Mike looking at him, he nodded and gave Mike a smile in return.

It's just that this smile is a little stiff.

It's understandable, after all, Mike is only in the second grade and Willy is already in the seventh grade. If he wins against Mike, it's natural for him, but if he loses, someone will definitely jump out and say that he can't even beat a second-grade kid, which would be embarrassing at that time.

The most exaggerated among the four was Bruno from Gryffindor. When he found out that his next opponent was Cedric, he felt completely unwell. He sat motionless on the throne on the high platform. Even the staff told him But I didn't hear him even after I stood up, looking completely lost.

Regardless of what he did, Mike and the other talents said hello to each other and then returned to their respective colleges.

Although he was mentally prepared, Mike was still caught off guard by the enthusiasm of the Ravenclaw students.

The excited Ravenclaws had already been waiting on the only way to reach Mike's position. When they saw Mike appearing, they immediately surrounded him. Listening to everyone congratulating himself, Mike felt that his expression must be very embarrassing.

Just when Mike was at a loss, a group of Quidditch players headed by Roger pushed through the crowd and stepped forward. You lifted Mike up with one hand and one foot, and repeated the same trick to lift Mike back. Ravenclaw.

"Everyone! Don't just sit around here, go back to the lounge quickly, we have already prepared the banquet!" Roger turned around and shouted at the Ravenclaws, "Professor Flitwick is not here tonight. We won’t return until we get drunk!”

The four words "you will never return until you are drunk" have completely stimulated many underage wizards. These young wizards usually do not drink alcohol due to the ban on underage drinking. Now they have the opportunity to try this novel thing like wine. He immediately cheered and ran to the Ravenclaw lounge.

A group of people returned to the Ravenclaw lounge in a mighty manner. As soon as they put down the microphone, they complained to Roger: "Shet, can't you try another way? I won't run this time, so why bother?" You have to carry me back!"

Faced with Mike's complaints, Roger scratched his head and smiled without saying anything, and directly thrust a cup of butterbeer into Mike's arms.

Mike was not weak at all and drank it all in one gulp. The wine was so dry that it immediately caused a round of applause.

After smacking his lips, Mike helplessly shook his head as he looked at the excited crowd.

Just kidding, Mike had already drank butterbeer when he started doing Dolphin's Magic Drink business with the Weasley brothers in the first grade. You must know that the Weasley brothers are the biggest "beating businessmen" in Hogwarts. They specially brought in some alcohol and other contraband from outside the school. The butterbeer that Roger and the others prepared today was probably also purchased from Weasley and the others.

Butterbeer doesn't taste like alcohol, but has a weird sweet and salty taste. It's not unpleasant to drink, but it's definitely not delicious. Although this thing is called beer, it is actually an alcoholic beverage. It is not even clear whether there is alcohol in it.

Turning his gaze to other places, he saw that the Ravenclaw lounge had completely changed.

The neatly arranged desks that were originally arranged have been put together to form several long tables, and the upper tables are filled with all kinds of food and wine. Needless to say, the food must have been provided by Roger's family. Made by elves, little wizards like them can't make such exquisite food.

Wine Roger also prepared a lot this time, most of which were alcoholic drinks such as butterbeer. What surprised Mike the most was that there was also spirits such as firewhiskey.

I don't know where Roger got these spirits from. You must know that the Weasley brothers didn't dare to bring in spirits. If you were caught bringing in something like butterbeer, you would be deducted points for confinement at most, but if you were caught bringing in spirits like Firewhiskey, you would be given a major demerit.

"Roger, where did you get these things?" Mike nuzzled his lips in the direction of the firewhiskey, "How dare you show it off, aren't you afraid of being fired?"

"Hehe, the source is a secret." Roger said nonchalantly, "As for the expulsion you mentioned, don't be joking. Professor Flitwick is not in the school, so what are you afraid of?"

Mike shook his head helplessly, leaving behind Roger who was a little carried away, and looking for Penello in the crowd.

At this moment, everyone around the long table was crowded with people. Mike's powerful performance on the field had obviously won honors for Ravenclaw, so everyone present had bright smiles on their faces and was extremely excited.

Seeing with his own eyes a young wizard who was probably only in the third grade, drank a large glass of flaming fire whiskey in one gulp, Mike was speechless.

The alcohol content of whiskey is generally about 43 degrees. In addition to having a higher alcohol content, drinking fire whiskey will give you a stimulating feeling that your internal organs are set on fire. Such a large glass of fire whiskey can be replaced by Mike's previous drinking experience. Even the body on the battlefield dared not kill him in one go. That third-grade wizard was truly a warrior.

But the third-grade wizard only acted as a warrior for three seconds, because three seconds later he staggered and fell onto the long table and fell asleep.

Mike's journey to find people was not smooth. There were always people coming over to offer toasts along the way, and it was difficult for Mike to refuse when facing these enthusiastic classmates. Basically, he drank until his glass was dry.

But this is limited to butterbeer. For example, those guys who brought two glasses of firewhiskey to toast Mike refused on the grounds that he was too young to drink such a strong drink.

He didn't want to be like the warrior just now.

After searching the crowd for a long time, Mike finally found Penello in a corner. She was chatting with some of her best friends at the moment, and there were several glasses of fire whiskey on the table.

"Beautiful ladies, I don't know that I don't have the honor to have a drink with you?" Mike stepped forward and invited with a smile on his face.

Perhaps they were talking about some private topic about boys. As soon as Mike came, the other girls blushed and ran away, leaving only Penello still sitting in her seat.

This was exactly what Mike wanted. Mike was not angry when Penello ignored him. He sat down next to Penello and poured himself a small glass of fire whiskey.

"Why did you come to me now?"

Penello said drunkenly.