Chapter 293 Lucky Thing: Flitwick's Hunter's Hat

Due to the Ravenclaw class schedule, the lower grade students of Ravenclaw always get a whole afternoon of rest every Monday afternoon.

At this time in the past, Mike would always lie on the sofa chair in the lounge for a whole afternoon, enjoying this rare leisure time.

However, this time when Mike finished class and was about to go back to the lounge with his books to lie down for a while, he was blocked by Harry who had been waiting for a long time.

"Mike!" Harry shouted stealthily.

"Hey! Harry! You look..."

"Come with me! I have something important to tell you!"

After that, before Mike finished speaking, Harry pulled Mike to a remote and deserted corner.

"Mike, I may know who tampered with the Goblet of Fire!" Harry couldn't wait to talk to himself, "It's Karkaroff! Black contacted me last night, he said Karkaroff was a Death Eater! He was pardoned by the Ministry of Magic by betraying a lot of his former companions! And Krum, he must not be a good person either, we must be careful of him during the competition!"

"That person can't be Karkaroff, Harry." Mike said helplessly, "Think about it, Karkaroff betrayed Voldemort and survived, it's impossible for him to return to Voldemort's command. Because he will be killed the first time he appears in front of Voldemort."

"Is... is that so?"

Harry was a little dazed, and Mike on the opposite side continued:

"We really need to be careful with Krum. You know, he is from Durmstrang. By the way, you should know Durmstrang, right?"

Harry nodded, and then shook his head.

He just knew that there was such a magic school, but he knew nothing about other things about this school.

"Drmstrang is a magic school that only recruits pure-blood wizards. The concept of bloodline discrimination is very popular there." Mike said, "And Durmstrang also condones dark magic. They don't have dark magic defense classes, only dark magic use classes that teach you how to use dark magic.

You must know Voldemort's nickname? The Dark Lord. But in fact, he is only the second generation of the Dark Lord.

The first generation of the Dark Lord is called Grindelwald, from Durmstrang. No matter from which level, Grindelwald is much stronger than Voldemort. You can go to the library to check the information about this.

Grindelwald's birth proves Durmstrang's teaching strength, and their students basically know dark magic, so they must be treated with caution."

Harry nodded while listening.

What Mike said was very new to him. He had never imagined what other magic schools would be like before.

"What about Beauxbatons?" Harry asked anxiously, "Is Beauxbatons as bad as Durmstrang?"

This is the mentality of children. In the eyes of many children, the world has always been black and white.

"Beauxbatons is in France. Remember the Philosopher's Stone? Nicolas Flamel, the maker of the Philosopher's Stone, graduated from Beauxbatons." Mike shook his head and said, "Thanks to Nicolas Flamel, Beauxbatons alchemy is very advanced. Almost all the great alchemists in Europe are graduates of Beauxbatons. By the way, Beauxbatons has a very open attitude towards bloodline, second only to Ilvermorny in the Coal Country."

"Okay, I get it."

Harry seemed a little embarrassed. He really wanted to know what Ilvermorny that Mike mentioned was like, but his thin skin made him unable to speak, so he decided to go back and ask Hermione.

"Don't worry too much about the rat hiding in the dark. You'll be fine with Dumbledore and I here." Mike put his arm around Harry's shoulders and said, "You might as well think about how to deal with tomorrow's project instead of this time. That's a dragon."

"You already know that? I was just about to tell you!" Harry's mouth suddenly opened wide, "Karkaroff and Madam Maxime already know about the dragon that appeared near the Forbidden Forest. In that case, I'm the last one to know?"

"Don't take it to heart. It's normal. Cheating is a tradition of the Triwizard Cup."

Harry nodded a little dazedly. He felt very uncomfortable thinking that he could cheat on the test questions because he had secretly seen them, but in the end he found out that everyone else was taking an open-book test.

"So, have you thought about how to deal with the dragon?"

Harry shook his head blankly again.

"Okay, then let me give you some advice." Mike held Harry in his arms and walked towards Ravenclaw College, not caring about the people coming and going around them. "Dragons are extremely powerful creatures. Usually, it takes seven or eight adult wizards to cast spells at the same time to control them. But they are not without weaknesses. If you want to deal with them, I suggest you use the Eye Spell to destroy their vision, and then use the Spell to summon your own flying broom, so that you can rely on the high maneuverability to play with them."

"The Eye Spell and the Spell?"

Harry murmured the names of the two spells. He always felt that these two spells sounded very familiar. Professor Flitwick should have taught them in class, but unfortunately, when he thought of these two spells now, his mind was empty.

"Don't tell me you don't know. Professor Flitwick taught these two spells in class."

"Of course I know!"

Harry quickly denied. He would not let others know that he was not paying attention in class.

"Well, I wish you good luck then." Mike yawned and walked towards the eagle-head door knocker. "I have to lie down for a while."

Harry stood there in a daze, watching Mike walk away, feeling a little complicated.

When he saw Rita Skeeter's report, to be honest, he had some thoughts about Mike.

After all, Rita Skeeter's attitude towards Mike and himself was very different.

But when he learned about the fire dragon and Karkaroff, he ran to tell Mike as soon as possible.

In order to prevent Mike from being cheated.

However, now, not only did he not help Mike, but on the contrary, he was even helped by Mike...

Gritting his teeth, Harry called Mike again, who had already answered the question about the eagle-head door knocker and was about to enter.

Mike turned around and looked at Harry in a puzzled way.

"Thank you! Mike!"

Mike smiled and waved to Harry, and walked into the lounge without looking back.

...

The next morning, when Mike left his dormitory as usual to go to class, he was surprised to find Professor Flitwick waiting at the door of his dormitory, pacing back and forth.

He looked like he had been waiting there for a long time, and it was not until Mike appeared in front of him that Professor Flitwick's frown was completely relaxed.

"Mike! You finally got up." Professor Flitwick said, "You don't have to go to class this morning. We need to use this last bit of time to prepare for the afternoon competition."

After that, Flitwick took Mike to his office.

"I'm sorry, Mike." Flitwick said as he walked, "I didn't know the specific items of the competition until just now, otherwise we would have more time to prepare."

"If the afternoon item is to deal with the dragon, I think I have made sufficient preparations."

"Oh? Then tell me your solution first."

So Mike repeated the plan on the note, and while Mike was talking, he and Flitwick also arrived at the office of the professor of Charms.

"It's a good idea, but I think my plan is more suitable." Professor Flitwick muttered, "After all, dragons are very difficult to deal with!"

Flitwick pushed open the door of the office, and after he and Mike entered the office, he looked out the door again, and closed the door again when he saw that there was no one.

"I'll show you something good! With this dragon, it won't be a big deal for you."

Professor Flitwick took out a huge parchment-wrapped package from the cupboard.

"What is this?"

Mike asked curiously, and Professor Flitwick showed a smug smile on his face. He carefully opened the package and said,

"Dragon dung! The dung of dozens of fire dragons! As far as I know, the content of your competition is to steal dragon eggs, so as long as you can identify the types of fire dragons, and then smear the same type of dragon dung on yourself, the fire dragon will not be able to smell you! Then you can use the Disillusionment Spell to steal the dragon eggs!"

Mike was stunned, and Professor Flitwick continued to say proudly as if he didn't notice Mike's expression:

"I got this from Professor Sprout with great difficulty. As you know, fire dragon dung has an excellent effect on promoting the birth of some special herbs, so Professor Sprout also cherishes it very much."

"Uh, I think I'd better forget it, Professor Flitwick." Mike pinched his nose with some disgust, "I have been well prepared before, and I'm afraid I can't accept this smell. As you know, I have a slight mysophobia."

"You should take it with you. If your plans fail, this thing will come in handy. And compared to getting hurt or being eaten by a dragon, it's not a big deal to get a little dirty." Professor Flitwick advised, "Oh! By the way! There's also this! A shield made of mithril and obsidian, which can effectively resist the flames of a dragon. And this disposable amulet that can release armor to protect the body..."

Flitwick was desperately searching his collection like an old father whose son was about to go to war, trying to find something in it that could help his son survive.

With Professor Flitwick's operation, a pile of equipment was piled up in front of Mike in a short while, from clothes to drinks to various disposable props.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, Flitwick finally stopped.

He stood in the chaotic office that he had turned over in a daze, as if thinking about what else he could give to Mike.

After a while, Flitwick suddenly slapped his head, and then took out a black leather hat from a cowhide box in an almost pious manner.

This is a strange-looking tricorn hat. (The shape of the hat is referenced from Blood Curse. Friends who don't have a sense of the picture can search for Blood Curse Hunter Hat by themselves.)

The overall shape of the hat still maintains the traditional tricorn hat, the brim is turned up high, and the right front and left front positions are tightly attached to the hat body, so that the brim forms three sharp corners.

But compared with ordinary tricorn hats, the brim of this hat is shorter, and the hat body is not the traditional regular semicircle, but a semi-ellipse.

This makes the three folded corners more sharp, and the hat as a whole is smaller.

It must be said that this change is very clever, making this hat more handsome and sharp compared to the traditional bulky tricorn hat.

The hat is a little shabby, and many places have begun to fade.

But Flitwick's attitude towards it is more cherished than those "treasures" piled on the ground.

Professor Flitwick carefully brushed off the non-existent dust on his hat, then held the hat in both hands and walked to Mike with almost solemn steps.

Mike quickly knelt on one knee, trying his best to lower his body so that Professor Flitwick, who was not tall, could put on this strange hat more easily.

"This is the lucky hat my father gave me before he disappeared. He said that this hat can bring me good luck. From then on, whenever I encounter a duel that I might lose, I will wear it, and I have won every duel I have participated in with this hat!" Professor Flitwick's eyes flashed, and his voice trembled slightly, "Now, I give this hat to you, I hope it can bring you good luck!"

After that, Flitwick put the hat on Mike's head and carefully straightened it.

"Thank... Thank you! Really..."

Mike had countless words of gratitude in his heart that he wanted to say, but the words were stuck at the tip of his tongue, and finally turned into a simple, trembling thank you.

His eyes were red.

Hot tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

Mike always thought that crying was an extremely shameful thing, but at this moment he really couldn't control his emotions.

From Flitwick, he felt something that he had always longed for but never got.

Family love!

To be precise, it is the love from parents and elders!

Along the way, he has made many friends who can trust each other, but the only one who really gives to him without asking for anything in return is Flitwick!

The sobbing that was suppressed continued. Professor Flitwick reached out and hugged Mike, gently patting Mike's back to soothe his emotions.

Until the sobbing gradually disappeared and Mike's breathing stabilized, Professor Flitwick let go of Mike, wiped his red eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's almost time, we should gather. This is all I can do as your professor, you have to promise me that you'll be careful!"

"Don't worry, Professor!" Mike wiped the remaining tears from his face with his sleeve and said firmly, "I don't care about a mere fire dragon!"

Professor Flitwick was greatly relieved when he heard this. He patted Mike's arm hard and said with a smile:

"Okay! Okay! I'll be watching you in the audience! You have to do your best! Let those purebloods who look down on us see how powerful we, who have inferior blood, are!"

"Yeah! I'll let them see!"

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time!