Chapter 10 Malfoy's Provocation

"Poor kid, I heard about your story." Professor Flitwick looked at Mike with sympathy, "I assure you, no one in Hogwarts dares to discriminate against your bloodline."

Mike was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes became red.

He immediately realized that Professor Flitwick was talking about the incident in 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 almost forgot about this incident. He always thought that he was not a person who held grudges. He would usually take revenge on the spot.

But he still had to pretend to be angry. Fortunately, decades of life experience gave him perfect acting skills.

Flitwick's heart was almost broken when he saw Mike's aggrieved look. He thought that he was also like the child in front of him, discriminated by people around him because of his goblin bloodline.

But he had a very bad temper back then. No matter who it was, as long as Flitwick felt that he had offended him, he would take out his wand and treat him to a flaming fire. It was not

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 gently stroked Mike's short golden hair.

"Thank you, Dean Flitwick. You are the first person who is kind to me." Mike wiped away the non-existent tears and said.

After another round of greetings, Mike said goodbye to Professor Flitwick.

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

"Of course, kid, the door of my office is always open for you, go quickly, or you will miss lunch." Flitwick smiled and nodded at Mike, and seemed to have thought of something, and winked at Mike in a funny way, "By the way, Mike, don't experiment with magic in the lounge, it will mess up the lounge. You can go to the eighth floor and take a look, you should get something."

"Thank you, Dean."

After saying goodbye to Flitwick, Mike walked alone on the way to the restaurant. The previous wave of miserable selling was very worthwhile.

Not only did he get a solution to the weak power of his spells, but he also got Flitwick's promise to support him.

The most important thing is that Flitwick gave him a permission.

The 8th floor is where the Room of Requirement is located. Flitwick's last words undoubtedly implied that he could enter the Room of Requirement. In this way, he would not 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 headmaster himself is likely to have the right to monitor all the facilities of the school.

Just thinking about it, Mike has walked into the restaurant.

There are many little wizards eating 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 have always wanted to find you."

Mike looked towards the voice and saw the three saviors standing in front of him.

"Sorry, Hogwarts is so interesting. I have been exploring it these days, although I haven't even explored the Ravenclaw common room yet." Mike spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and joked.

Hermione obviously didn't believe it, and said, "I see some people have been busy flirting with seniors these days!"

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

"You're lying, I saw it in the library, you and those seniors were kissing each other!"

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

"No! It just happened, you... don't talk nonsense!" Hermione's face turned red in an instant, and she was about to run away.

But a boy with platinum hair stopped her.

"Wow! Everyone come and see, Miss Know-it-all from Gryffindor and the blond boy from Ravenclaw are together!"

"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 and said viciously.

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

"Madam? Can a woman with such big buck teeth be called a lady?" Draco said with saliva flying, "But she is a good match for you, Mike. You two dirty mudbloods!"

Mike was also happy when he heard the last three words. Just as he had put up the umbrella of protection, someone came to his 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 words."

Draco was not at all timid. He didn't believe that a Muggle mudblood like Mike could learn much magic in just a few days. As for him, he was a pure-blooded noble who had been learning magic since he was a child.

"Mud! Mud! Blood!" Draco said word by word.

"Petrify all!"

A light that was almost invisible to the naked eye hit Draco. Draco's body stiffened, his face still maintained that hideous expression, and his body appeared as gray as stone. This was Mike's petrification spell.

The petrification spell just now mobilized Mike's emotions. This was not a difficult task for Mike who had been training for half a year. The effect of this skill of emotional release was also very good.

The power of the spell was obviously stronger. The petrification spell did not have such a luster before, and this was the sign that the petrification spell had entered the mainstream.

Seeing Draco being petrified, everyone around exclaimed.

"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 three words "mudblood" contained.

Mike did not care about this. In a place like Hogwarts, blood discrimination violated political correctness. He was more concerned about the skill of emotional casting, which greatly increased the spell. This also indirectly confirmed his guess about the nature of magic: magic is like chakra, which is a fusion of physical strength and spiritual strength. Therefore, when emotions are high, the intensity of casting will increase, and the magic power of the young wizard will increase with age.

Besides, he is now a backer.

Sure enough, not long after, Professor Flitwick arrived in the hall on his short legs.

"I want to see which little bastard dares to slap me in the face! Aha! Draco Malfoy! You are really capable, just like your damn father!" Professor Flitwick was very angry. He had just promised Mike, but he didn't expect someone to slap him in the face right after.

As for the fact that Mike cast the petrification spell on Draco, he chose to ignore it. If it were him, he would do something more excessive.

"How dare you! How dare you violate the school rules so presumptuously!" At this time, Professor McGonagall and Snape also arrived. Professor McGonagall was obviously furious. He never expected that a freshman would dare to violate the school rules just a few days after the start of school, especially in public.

Snape stood beside McGonagall and said nothing. He was nearby and witnessed the whole process. This was why Draco dared to be so arrogant.

But Draco made a mistake this time.

The three words "Mudblood" were simply Snape's reverse scale. It was because of these three words that he lost his Lily.

"Deduct 50 points from each of you two! Ten days of detention!" Professor McGonagall made the ruling.

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

Hearing the word mudblood, McGonagall's face changed drastically.

"Slytherin deducts 100 points, Draco Malfoy is in detention for 15 days, and I will be in charge of him personally." Professor McGonagall looked at Draco's hideous face, pursed her lips and said, "Mike Townley will be in detention for one day! Professor Flitwick will be in charge."