Chapter 196 Mike's Salary Demand

Mike returned to the dormitory, changed into a plain robe, and left the lounge again. He could put the matter of contacting Abbot aside for now. Anyway, the nightmare seed had been planted in Dolphin, and he could be monitored in real time, so he didn't have to worry about him doing anything.

Quickly leaving the tower, and after walking through the maze-like corridors, Mike finally arrived at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor on the second floor.

Mike obviously had no awe for Lockhart, and he pushed the door open and walked in without even knocking.

The layout of Lockhart's office was similar to the last time Mike came. There was a greasy smell in the air, and when Mike pushed the door open, Lockhart was kissing a letter. He was obviously startled to see Mike coming in, and hurriedly put the letter down and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Um, Mike, it's been a long time since we last met." Lockhart said with an awkward smile, "I'm writing back to my fans. Well, you know, some fans want some small gifts, and my kiss is the best gift for them."

Faced with Lockhart's somewhat perverted behavior, Mike felt a little disgusted.

Without replying to Lockhart's words, Mike looked at Lockhart and suddenly found a glass of liquid that was still emitting a faint red light on Lockhart's table.

Mike looked into the cabinet next to him and found a bottle of wine that had been opened. There was a year written on the bottle in white paint: 1820.

"Professor Lockhart, it seems that your quality of life has improved recently. You can drink such good wine." Mike said as he walked with his hands behind his back, "You have made a fortune recently."

"Not bad, not bad. This bottle of 1820 Starlight Red Wine tastes really good. Although it is a little expensive, it is worth it. How about you try it?" Lockhart's face bloomed with a bright smile, and he stood up to pour wine for Mike.

Mike was unmoved. To be honest, he didn't know whether this bottle of wine was expensive or not. What he said just now was just nonsense. If you asked him to evaluate the wine in the Muggle society, he could still tell you, but as for the wine in the wizarding world, he really knew nothing.

"Forget it, Lockhart, I'm not an adult yet."

"Right, right! Look at my memory!" Lockhart patted his head and said, "You're so good, Mike, that I forgot your age." "Okay

, let's stop talking nonsense. I already know that you used the competition between me and Cedric to set up a solitary confinement." Mike's face suddenly turned up, and he walked to Lockhart's desk and shouted, "I'm very angry, Lockhart, what do you think we should do about this?"

"What...what should we do?"

"Don't play dumb at this time!" Mike punched the desk with a fist. The loud noise made Lockhart, who was sitting in the chair, tremble violently. "I don't care how much money you make, I want half!"

After that, Mike picked up the glass of red wine on Lockhart's table and poured the wine, which was still shining red, on the letter that Lockhart had just kissed.

At this moment, Mike was surprised to find that the letter was signed by Hermione Granger.

Mike frowned when he saw the name for the first time. Mike didn't think there was anything wrong with Hermione's admiration for Lockhart. After all, she was just a teenage girl, and it was normal for her to chase after celebrities.

But now Lockhart was still doing this kind of hickey letter, which was really disgusting.

'It seems that I have to intervene appropriately.'

Thinking of this, Mike cleaned the wine glass and then poured half a glass of wine to his nose and smelled it.

In an instant, a strong aroma of wine came to his nose, which made Mike nod with satisfaction.

Just by this smell, Mike could be sure that this bottle of wine must be worth a lot of money.

Lockhart, who was sitting aside, finally spoke after quietly watching what Mike did.

"It's impossible for you to get half. This solitary residence was proposed by Ludo Bagman, and most of the generous Dukes were also brought in by him, so I only got 20% myself."

"Oh? Then how much is your 20%?"

Faced with Mike's aggressive questioning, fine beads of sweat appeared on Lockhart's forehead.

To be honest, he really wanted to report a smaller number to fool Mike, but seeing that Mike would go back to Ludo Bagman, his lie would be exposed. Before

the duel, Lockhart might not care about such a small matter, and even directly fought back, but now it was different. As the referee of the duel, he knew how terrifying Mike's strength was. He was simply a monster. Lockhart swore that he had never seen anyone who could have such terrifying strength in the second grade. I am afraid that only Voldemort and Dumbledore could compare.

And it was heard that Mike was also close to the eldest son of the Hunter family. If he offended him, he would definitely be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Lockhart reached out and smoothed his sweat-soaked bangs, and said in a hoarse voice: "Excluding the cost, I got a total of 1,500 gold galleons. I have spent 500 now, and there are 1,000 left..."

Mike raised his glass and took a sip as if he didn't hear what Lockhart said.

Suddenly, an indescribable unknown aroma combined with the unique sweetness of red wine surged into Mike's throat, making Mike close his eyes and remain silent for a long time. It was not

until Lockhart, who was waiting on the side, was a little panicked that Mike opened his eyes and stretched out his left hand and uttered two words lightly: "Give it."

Mike's sudden stretching of his hand startled Lockhart, who suddenly shrank back, while his hands were still in front of him, with an extremely terrified expression on his face.

He thought Mike was going to hit him.

Only after hearing Mike's words did Lockhart slowly put down his hand, and asked with a glimmer of hope in his heart: "How much?"

Mike's eyes suddenly became sharp when he heard the words, and he glared at Lockhart fiercely, and squeezed out two words again: "All!"

Lockhart's face suddenly turned pale, and he hesitated for a long time before finally taking out a small book from the drawer, turning to a page, holding a feather pen and tremblingly writing a string of numbers and his signature on it, and finally tearing it off and handing it to Mike.

There was no way, Lockhart knew very well that even if there were restrictions on the contract, it would be too easy for Mike to kill him with his current connections.

"This is a check from Gringotts." Lockhart said with a sad face, "With this check, you can go to Gringotts and withdraw 1,500 gold galleons."

Lockhart's heart was bleeding. These 1500 gold galleons almost emptied his treasury. Now he was once again a pauper.

Mike took the check and saw that it was clearly written with black magic ink that it was worth 1500 gold galleons. At the signature of the check, Lockhart's signature was written in a flamboyant style. Mike

suddenly remembered that when he first met Lockhart, Lockhart had boasted that his signature was designed by a special master. Today, it was indeed pleasing to the eye.

He flicked the check gently, and listening to the crisp sound, Mike finally showed a bright smile on his face. He

picked up the wine glass and drank the red wine in it. Then, Mike gave Lockhart a thumbs up.

"The red wine is good." Mike stood up and walked towards the exit. When he was about to leave the office, he suddenly turned back and said, "By the way, if I find out that you did such a disgusting thing to Hermione's letter again, you know the consequences."

"Bang!"

Mike slammed the door hard. With a loud bang, only Lockhart, who was slumped in the office chair, was left in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

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Mike happily swung the check back to the Ravenclaw common room. He found that the check had a very good touch. The feel and sound of the swung check were very good. He didn't know what material it was made of.

All his money was still in the Traceless Extension Spell Bag. Due to the large amount, his bed was now full of Traceless Extension Spell Bags full of gold Galleons. It seemed that after the holiday, it would be time to go to Gringotts to open an account.

Looking at the number on the check again, Mike felt happy.

He originally only wanted the remaining 1,000 gold Galleons that Lockhart used, but he didn't expect Lockhart to give him another 500 gold Galleons. It seemed that writing novels was still quite profitable.

Fortunately, Lockhart didn't hear this, otherwise, no matter how powerful Mike was, he would have to fight with Mike, because that was all the hard-earned money he earned by typing.

Unconsciously, the eagle-head door knocker appeared in front of him.

Mike answered the door opening question in seconds and quickly entered the lounge.

The moment he returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike found that the lounge was already crowded with people. Everyone was laughing, and from time to time there would be cheers from the crowd.

"Mike! Where have you been? We've been looking for you for a long time!" Franklin said with Alfu on his head and a roasted chicken leg in his hand, "Come on, come on, I've saved your favorite Welsh rabbit for you. If you don't come, it will be cold."

After that, Franklin pulled Mike to the sofa chair by the fireplace where Mike often sat, and Penelope had already sat down next to the sofa chair, eating some snacks at the moment.

Mike was a little surprised by this. You know, the lounge is very crowded now, and many people have no place to sit. How can this sofa chair be empty?

After asking Franklin, Mike learned that the reason why the lounge was so lively today was because everyone was celebrating the championship of the Quidditch League this year at Hogwarts.

And this sofa chair was a seat that everyone spontaneously left for Mike, which was absolutely impossible before, as the Ravenclaw eagles were all very proud.

But after Mike won the duel competition, almost everyone was convinced.

Comfortably sinking into the sofa chair, Mike casually cut off a piece of Welsh rabbit and threw it into his mouth to chew.

Seeing that Alfu on Franklin's head was looking at him eagerly, Mike smiled knowingly, cut off another piece and put it into Alfu's mouth, which had been wide open for a long time, and laughed an extremely devilish laugh.

"It seems that you are in a good mood."

Penelope also came over at this moment, snuggling in Mike's arms and said lightly.

"Yes, I just made some extra money from Lockhart." Mike did not hide much and said bluntly, "There's another very funny thing, did you know? Lockhart likes to leave kisses on his replies to fans. Can you imagine that scene? Lockhart has lipstick on his lips, and then he kisses the letter and sends it to the fans, hahahaha."

Penelope imagined the scene described by Mike in her mind, and immediately hugged Mike's neck and laughed, but suddenly, the expression on her face became serious.

"You drank!?"

"Uh, just a little bit, really, just a sip. You can smell it, you are really amazing."

Penelope was obviously not satisfied with Mike's answer. She loosened her hand around Mike's neck and continued, "Who told me last time that underage drinking can cause damage to the nervous system?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this." Mike changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about today's game. Did Roger and his team win beautifully?"

Faced with Mike's lame change of subject, Penelope obviously wanted to say something, but Franklin suddenly jumped out to answer Mike's question.

"In fact, they lost badly today." Franklin said, "Harry caught the Golden Snitch only half an hour after the start, otherwise we wouldn't have come back so early."

"Hahahaha!"

Franklin had just finished speaking when Alfu above his head laughed, as if he was laughing at Roger and his team's incompetence.

Roger and others who were not far away suddenly heard the conversation here and their smiles froze on their faces, and their original happiness disappeared instantly.

"How could we lose? Didn't we say we had already won the league?" Mike asked in confusion, "Then today's celebration... Oh! I understand!"

Mike figured it out halfway through the question. The Hogwarts Quidditch League uses a points system. It must be because he had accumulated a lot of points by playing crazy games with Roger and his

team before, so Roger and his team still won the championship even if they performed poorly later. Franklin saw that Mike had figured out the reason and stopped explaining. He nodded at Mike and joined the revelry again with Alfu on his head, eating the tofu of the seniors crazily.

After Franklin suddenly changed the subject, Penelope didn't plan to pursue Mike's drinking anymore. She continued to snuggle up to Mike and talked about some of her recent interesting stories.

The fire in the fireplace twisted wildly, emitting endless light and heat, echoing the people reveling in the lounge.