Chapter 10 Malfoy’s provocation

"Poor child, I heard about you." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike sympathetically, "I assure you, absolutely no one in Hogwarts would dare to discriminate against your bloodline."

Mike was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and then his eyes turned red.

He immediately realized that Professor Flitwick was talking about what happened at the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't expect that it would reach the professor's ears so quickly. The British wizarding world is really small.

Mike had almost forgotten about this incident. He always felt that he was not a grudge-bearing person, and he would avenge himself on the spot.

But he still has to look good. Fortunately, decades of life experience have given him perfect acting skills.

Flitwick's heart almost broke when he saw Mike's aggrieved look. He thought that he was just like the child in front of him, and was discriminated against by the people around him because of his elf blood.

However, he had a very bad temper back then. No matter who Flitwick felt he offended him, he would take out his wand and treat him to a blazing blow.

It wasn't until he won the duel championship that his temper gradually improved, because no one dared to offend him anymore.

"Oh, poor kid. It's okay, it's okay now." Professor Flitwick reached out and stroked Mike's short golden hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flitwick. You are the first person to be nice to me." Mike said, wiping away non-existent tears.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Mike said goodbye to Professor Flitwick.

"Thank you very much, Dean Flitwick!" Mike bowed deeply towards Flitwick, "Can I come to ask you again in the future?"

"Of course, kid, the door to my office is always open for you. Come on, or you will miss lunch." Flitwick smiled at Mike and nodded, then seemed to have thought of something and winked at Mike in a funny way. He blinked and said, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge. It will make the lounge a mess. You can go to the eighth floor and take a look, you should be able to gain something."

"Thank you, Dean."

After bidding farewell to Flitwick, Mike walked alone on the way to the restaurant. The brutal sale just now was well worth it.

Not only did he get a solution to his weak spell power, but he also got a promise that Flitwick would support him.

The most important thing is that Flitwick gave him permission.

The 8th floor is the floor where the Room of Requirement is located, and Flitwick's last words undoubtedly imply that he can enter the Room of Requirement. This way he wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore suspecting him after entering the Room of Requirement.

This is not because Mike is overly cautious. According to the original book, Hogwarts Castle itself is a magical object, and the principal himself is likely to have surveillance rights over various facilities in the school.

Just as he was thinking about it, Mike had already walked into the restaurant.

There were many little wizards dining in the restaurant. Mike found a table and sat down. Steaming food immediately appeared on the plate in front of him: beef stew with potatoes and white bread.

"Mike! What have you been doing these days? We've been trying to find you."

Mike looked toward the sound and saw the three saviors standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so interesting. I've been exploring it these days, although I haven't even finished exploring the Ravenclaw lounge yet." Mike joked, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders.

Hermione obviously didn't believe this and choked: "I think some people have been busy hooking up with seniors these days!"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Mike quickly denied.

"You lied. I saw it in the library. You and those seniors were kissing me!"

Mike didn't expect Hermione to care about such a thing, and joked: "Oh? Why are you paying so much attention to me? Do you like me?"

"No! It's just a coincidence, you...don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's little face turned red instantly, and she was about to run away.

But a boy with platinum blond hair stopped her.

"Wow! Come and see, everyone, the know-it-all lady from Gryffindor and the blond boy from Ravenclaw are getting married!"

"What are you doing here? Malfoy!" Harry yelled at Draco.

"Get out of my way! Is this how your parents taught you to treat a lady? You uneducated beast." Mike stood up and stared at Draco fiercely.

It seemed that this look reminded Draco of his embarrassing scene on the train, and his face turned livid.

"Lady? Can such a big fan be called a lady?" Draco said, salivating. "But she is a perfect match for you, Mike. You two filthy Mudbloods!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. As soon as the protective umbrella was put up, someone came to the door to let him establish his authority.

He took out his wand, pointed it at Draco and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."

Draco was absolutely right. He simply didn't believe that a Muggle mudblood like Mike could learn how much magic in just a few days. As for him, he was a pure-blood noble and had been learning magic since he was a child.

"Mud! Bastard! Seed!" Draco said every word.

"All petrified!"

A ray of light that was almost invisible to the naked eye hit Draco. Draco's body stiffened, with the ferocious expression still on his face, and a stone-like gray appeared on his body. This is Mike's petrification spell.

The petrification spell just now aroused Mike's emotions. This was not difficult for Mike, who had been training for half a year. The effect of the technique of emotional release was also very good.

The power of the spell has obviously become stronger. The previous petrification spell did not have such luster, and this is a sign that the petrification spell has entered the house.

Seeing Draco being petrified, everyone around him screamed in surprise.

"You will be expelled! You are not allowed to cast spells in the hall, we should tell the professor!" Hermione was so anxious that tears came out. The poor child did not understand how vicious the words mudblood contained.

Mike didn't care. In a place like Hogwarts, blood discrimination violated political correctness. He was more concerned about the great bonus of emotional spellcasting to spells, which also confirmed his conjecture about the nature of magic: magic is like chakra, a fusion of physical power and spiritual power. Therefore, when the mood is high, the intensity of spell casting will become higher, and the magic power of the little wizard will increase as he grows older.

Besides, he now has a backer.

Sure enough, not long after, Professor Flitwick rushed to the hall on his short legs.

"I want to see which little bastard dares to hit me in the face! Aha! Draco Malfoy! You are really capable, just like your damn father!" Professor Flitwick was very angry. He had just fought with Mike on the front foot, but unexpectedly someone hit him in the face on the back foot.

As for the fact that Mike released the petrification spell on Draco, he selectively ignored it. In other words, he would have gone even further.

"How dare you! How dare you violate school rules so brazenly!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived. Professor McGonagall was obviously mad. He never expected that there would be new students just a few days after the semester started. Dare to violate school rules, especially in public.

Snape, on the other hand, stood beside McGonagall without saying a word. He had been nearby just now and witnessed the whole process. This is why Draco dared to be so arrogant.

But Draco made a mistake this time.

The three words "Mudblood" are simply the opposite of Snape. It was because of these three words that he lost his Lily.

"Fifty points will be deducted for each of you! You will be detained for 10 days!" Professor McGonagall made the decision.

"I protest! I can't listen to you this time McGonagall!" Professor Flitwick obviously couldn't accept this kind of handling method. "Little Malfoy dared to call Mike a Mudblood! He deserves the petrification spell." !”

Upon hearing the words mudblood, Mag's expression also changed drastically.

"100 points from Slytherin. Draco Malfoy will be detained for 15 days. I will personally guard him." Professor McGonagall looked at Draco's ferocious face, pursed her lips and said, "McTownley will be locked up for one day." Close! Guarded by Professor Flitwick."