Chapter 347 Zhou Hong Is Injured

Mike didn't take the freshmen's fear of him to heart. In his opinion, the methods used by the Ministry of Magic to slander him were too low-level. Except for a few guys with some brain problems, most of them would believe it. People must be able to tell clearly that these are just simple slanders.

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

Along the way, except for the Ravenclaw classmates, almost most students from other houses chose to avoid him after seeing him.

The frightened expressions on their faces almost made Mike think he was a Sumatran Plague Dragon!

The reactions 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, so it's good that no one bothers him in this state.

Smiling and arriving at the classroom in a leisurely manner, Franklin and others immediately stood up and waved their arms to signal Mike to sit with them.

This class is a history of magic class shared by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and is taught by the ghost professor Binns, who is officially the most dedicated professor in Hogwarts.

The History of Magic course is recognized as the most boring course in the school. Professor Binns huffed and kicked and drawled when he spoke.

If a living old man spoke like this, others would be very nervous, because this tone would make people wonder if he would fall to the ground and die suddenly next moment.

But Professor Binns was a ghost, so the tone had only a hypnotic effect.

And this hypnotic effect is very significant. If it is a hot summer day, Mike believes that most people in this classroom will fall asleep in just 5 minutes.

Fortunately, it is September now, the temperature is not too high, and it is still morning, and everyone has just woken up from their sleep.

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

As an old and confused ghost, Professor Binns obviously doesn't care about classroom discipline.

As a result, Mike and others spent more than an hour in the history of magic class just chatting.

"...In the end, the war between the giants ended with the victory of the bronze giant, known as the Titan."

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

With the departure of Professor Binns, the students who had suppressed their voices completely let themselves go.

Some of them picked up their books and jumped out of the classroom, some started fighting with their friends next to them, and some looked around with sleepy eyes and confusion.

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"You go back first," Mike looked not far away and said without looking back, "I still have some things to deal with."

Franklin followed Mike's gaze curiously and saw Hermione pointing at Harry and Ron's noses and accusing them of something, while Harry and Ron looked indifferent.

"Oh!" Franklin said with a weird expression, "Mike, even though Penelo has graduated, you can't..."

Mike didn't understand what Franklin wanted to say. He rolled his eyes at Franklin and said helplessly:

"Don't think too much, it's business!"

"Okay, then you should be careful. If something happens, I can't help you, brother."

Franklin spoke in a serious tone, as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, and then jumped back and disappeared into the crowd.

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

"You should be ashamed..."

As soon as he got closer, Mike heard Hermione's somewhat hysterical voice.

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

Mike's voice startled all three of Harry, but then Ron hid behind Mike as if he had seen a savior, stuck his head out to look at Hermione, and said in a contrived tone:

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! Professor Granger will put you in solitary confinement if you don't come!"

After saying that, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"you!"

Hermione's hair stood up in anger. She shouted angrily and instinctively raised her hand to smash the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron had already retracted his head, and the attack was in vain.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on!"

"Because of the Owl exam (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination), Mike." Harry explained aloud, "Hermione thinks we shouldn't sleep in Professor Binns' class, because these contents will be tested in the Owl exam when the time comes. She also said that our behavior was disgraceful."

"What did I say wrong?" Hermione said angrily, "We are going to take the Owl exam this year! This is an exam that can determine our future lives! If you fail in too many subjects, then It means you can’t sign up for some of the next difficult courses like Potions!”

"I don't want to continue taking the old bat's lessons."

Harry muttered to himself, and Hermione immediately gave him a roll of her eyes. She didn't continue until he raised his hands in surrender before continuing:

"Not being able to participate in the following courses is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that the scores of this exam will be used as an important reference for your future employability! If you mess up this exam, then you will only I can clean the toilet like Filch!"

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

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

"What a beautiful thought!"

Hermione threw another book at her, but Ron dodged it again.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet!" Hermione said, "Those two brothers of yours! They dare to sell 'quick-act skipping candy' to everyone at such an important time. That is simply misleading people! We are As a prefect, we must stop them!"

"Walter!?"

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

"Quick Skip Candy," Ron repeated again, "is a candy that can make you have diarrhea, nosebleeds, stomach pain, vomit blood... so you can pretend to be sick and skip class. George and Weasley This business is doing very well, but I heard that it has reached the point where we are running out of manpower. Also, Hermione, I don’t think we have the ability to stop them, even though we are prefects now."

"Of course I know what a quickie is, I mean why are they two doing this?"

"They said they want to open a joke shop of their own and are currently raising funds." Harry explained, "But I don't think Mrs. Weasley will allow them to give up their studies to do this."

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

Mike on the other side shook his head with a strange expression.

No one knew better than him that the Weasley brothers' explanation to Ron and Harry was a complete lie, because those two guys were not short of money at all.

Mike bets that the reason why these two guys want to sell quick-acting skipping candy is because they want to see people make a fool of themselves in public.

But knowing that Mike would not expose the Weasley brothers' plan, he patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said:

"Okay, I'm hungry. Let's go to the restaurant and continue chatting."

After hearing Mike's words, the three people who had been arguing for a long time stopped and walked towards the restaurant with Mike.

However, the scene from Mike's morning reappeared. Along the way, the students who saw the four of them seemed to have seen some evil force, and they all avoided it in fear.

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

Harry looked a little lonely, lowered his head and said nothing.

Seeing this, Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted:

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

Mike's tone was very light.

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

"Yes, this must have been done by the Malfoy family! They must have given a lot of money to the Daily Prophet!"

Ron also echoed, but his tone was sinister, sounding more like he was jealous that the Malfoy family had a lot of money.

Harry still lowered his head after hearing this and shook his head without saying a word.

"I'm serious, don't be unhappy. The main target of those reports is me. Your life should not be affected too much."

"Um, actually Seamus had a falling out with Harry this morning because Harry was always talking about You-Know-Who." Ron said vaguely while stuffing sausages into his mouth. "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He's Harry's roommate."

"This is not my fault!"

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

"I didn't lie. Voldemort is really back! Mike was also there at the time. He can testify for me!"

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

Harry's head dropped again, but the tightly clenched fists foreshadowed his mood at the moment.

Mike also frowned. There seemed to be many people in Hogwarts who liked to deceive themselves, especially those Muggle-born wizards. They had no idea about Voldemort, so when Dumbledore told everyone They did not take the warning to heart.

Mike bet a lot of them didn't even tell their parents about it.

Taking a deep breath, Mike was no longer ready to chat with Harry and the others. He directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

"Harry, is your scar still hurting recently?"

Harry raised his head suddenly and looked at Mike with a shocked expression. Then he quickly lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes! Mike! My scar has indeed 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 continuously, and it was obvious that what he said just now had a huge impact on him.

Hermione hurriedly moved forward, comforting Harry and patting Harry's tense back.

Mike on the side showed a thoughtful expression when he heard this, and after a long time he asked:

"Is there anything else?"

Harry shook his head quickly.

"real?"

"Mike!" Hermione got mad and said excitedly, "Don't ask! Harry is already feeling very uncomfortable now!"

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

Theoretically, 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 does not know how to use his abilities in this area.

Sighing, Mike was ready to stand up and leave.

Since he can't get what he wants, there is no need for him to continue wasting time here.

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

"Be gentle!" Zhou Hong grinned and yelled at another little boy, "It hurts me to death!"

"How about you go to the infirmary? I'm really not good at this!"

The little boy looked aggrieved.

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

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

Mike quietly stood up and came behind Zhou Hong. Harry and others followed curiously when they saw this.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still cursing something in Chinese, while the little boy opposite him had a look of horror on his face, pointing at the microphone with trembling fingers, and opened his mouth slightly 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 both hands.

It was only then that Mike laid his eyes on Zhou Hong's hand.

I saw dense scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was taking a piece of white fresh food and smearing it on these wounds.

It was obviously very painful to do this, and Zhou Hong's little face twitched in pain.

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

"Who did this!"

Zhou Hong was startled by the sound, his body trembled violently, and then he hurriedly covered his wound with his left hand and said with some panic:

"nothing!"