Chapter 14 Franklin

The next day, Mike woke up to a bright sun. The sun shines on Mike's face through the glass window, and the short golden hair reflects the dazzling light under the sunlight.

From time to time there will be shadows crossing the window, which are owls returning from delivering letters. After a long night's journey, these hard-working messengers were in urgent need of getting some food and sleep at the Owl House on the west side of Ravenclaw Tower.

As a regular knock on the door came, Mike squinted his eyes and sat up from the bed. Scratching his head, he realized that he might need a haircut. The original length of his hair had grown longer unconsciously, and it was no longer as comfortable to the touch as before.

After getting used to the dazzling sunshine, Mike didn't rush to open the door.

He picked up the water glass from the bedside table and took a sip of the water he had not finished last night. Mike began to arrange his clothes. Due to meditation last night, Mike fell asleep without even taking off his clothes. Now his clothes were He was full of wrinkles.

After cleaning up and arranging his clothes, Mike opened the door.

There was a tall black guy standing outside the door. He was almost half a head taller than Mike. You must know that Mike was already relatively tall among his peers.

This black guy is Franklin Clinton, a freshman in the same college as Mike.

"Hey, Mike, good morning." Franklin was not impatient because he had been waiting outside the door for a long time. "It seems that you have finished washing up. Let's go quickly. There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning. We are already late. ”

"Oh, okay Franklin." Mike was a little surprised that Franklin, a classmate who had just spoken to him a few words, came to wake him up specifically, even being late for class himself. "I'm sorry, too many things happened yesterday. I slept a little longer.”

"Don't say such things, we are friends, aren't we? Friends should help each other." Franklin showed his white and reflective teeth and said with a smile, "But we really have to go faster, we It’s already late.”

Mike didn't care about Franklin's words and said: "Don't worry, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is Quirrell, the stammering clown. He also graduated from Ravenclaw and won't embarrass us."

"That's good." Franklin breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace, "But what does clown mean?"

"You will know later." Mike licked his teeth and showed a meaningful smile, "In fact, I am also surprised that Quirrell actually graduated from Ravenclaw. He looks like a child now. An embarrassment to Ravenclaw."

The two of them talked and laughed along the way, and even went to the restaurant to get breakfast.

During the conversation, Mike told Franklin a lot about Hogwarts, including the factional struggles between the four houses and many anecdotes.

When the two came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell was standing on the podium holding a book and stuttering while reading. Most of the young wizards under the podium had the same expression. Although I am very sleepy, I still have to listen carefully to the lecture. appearance.

Quirrell saw the two people who had arrived belatedly and put down the book in his hand. He was about to speak but was interrupted by Mike.

"Dear Senior Quirrell, please forgive us." Mike hid the breakfast he brought in his robe. "Hogwarts is too big. We got lost on the way to the classroom."

"Okay... okay, Mike and... and this gentleman, please... please come in." Quirrell stammered after hearing what Mike said.

This class was held by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together. The classroom was divided into two sections, one yellow and one blue, by the students of the two houses. Everyone made a tacit understanding and chose to sit together with the students from their own houses.

But Mike didn't care about this. He took Franklin to the most hidden corner of the classroom.

There was also a short Hufflepuff boy sitting here. This boy seemed a little timid. When he saw Mike and Franklin, two tall Ravenclaws, who seemed to want to sit next to him, he immediately stood up and stood straight, facing the two. The man bowed and ran to the empty seat in front.

Mike naturally didn't care about this and sat down calmly. Franklin was a little hesitant, but saw Mike's indifferent expression and sat down.

Two touches of blue appear in a large area of ​​yellow. Even though the corner that Mike picked is very hidden, it is still very eye-catching from the podium.

But Mike didn't care. He chose this corner just to show off to Quirrell. With Quirrell's current timid and fearful state, as long as he didn't anger him too much, he would ignore him.

Mike took out two pieces of bread from his robe, and took out a sausage wrapped in oil paper from his pocket. He untied the oil paper and made a simple hot dog out of the two and ate it.

Franklin next to him was obviously not as bold as Mike. Sitting among a group of Hufflepuffs made him a little nervous.

But seeing that Mike was eating deliciously, he also learned to make a hot dog and ate it one bite at a time.

"I admire you very much, Mike." Franklin stopped after taking two bites, "You can get along so well with professors and classmates. Just like just now, Professor Quirrell called out your name and said to me The name is the new student."

Mike finished the hot dog in his hand in a few mouthfuls. Feeling a little thirsty, he picked up the water bottle that the previous Hufflepuff had forgotten and took a big sip.

What was inside was actually not water but some kind of drink, which was sweet and delicious.

"As long as I know your name, Franklin. In fact, I have noticed you for a long time. You are a black man with well-developed limbs but not a simple mind. A young man who is not good at words but longs for friends." Mike put down the kettle. "You don't need to feel sorry for yourself at all. You are my friend, Mike Townley. You are no worse than others. To be honest, your magic talent amazes me!"

Franklin's dark face actually turned a little red with excitement. This was the first time someone praised him after coming to Hogwarts.

Mike couldn't help but feel speechless when he saw Franklin's expression so excited that he choked with emotion. Isn't this child too in need of love? I just instinctively started a business exchange, but I was so excited.

Professor Quirrell on the stage was still holding the textbook and reading from the text, but from time to time he cast his eyes on the blue in the large field of yellow.

Franklin talked endlessly about everything about himself to Mike, from his poor family to the strange looks he received after arriving at Hogwarts because of his body shape and poor speech.

Mike responded to him wordlessly, and he drank all the drink in the kettle in his hand without realizing it.

To be honest, this drink is really good. When get out of class is over, I will ask the young man what brand of drink it is.

Finally, when the bell rang, Franklin finally shut his mouth.

But he still looked at Mike with a fiery gaze. Mike was a little frightened by his stare, and walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom quickly, and Franklin followed Mike's footsteps and walked out.

Don't blame me for the water, really.

I think I wrote the previous plot too quickly.

As a result, it may feel vague when you read it.

So I deliberately added some material and wrote it a little slower.

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