Chapter 297 Extreme Protector of Magical Animals

There were shrill howls in the air and beautiful songs in the water.

Anyone with a little knowledge of magical biology can tell from this feature what the sound of the golden egg came from.

Mermaids.

Or, sirens.

But Mike prefers to call them fish-men.

Because in the inherent impression of ordinary humans, mermaids should be creatures with beautiful faces, devilish figures, upper bodies of humans and lower bodies of fish.

The mermaids in the Harry Potter world, that appearance really has nothing to do with beauty.

They really look like fish.

But this does not prevent them from having their own civilization. In fact, their culture is very prosperous.

They have their own language, can write their own songs, can build houses with stones, can domesticate other aquatic animals, can make tools and weapons, and they can even make jewelry statues and other artworks with strong ethnic styles!

All of these show that they have very high intelligence.

It's a pity that these things are not worth mentioning in front of the powerful power of wizards.

So after the rise of wizards, the number of freshwater mermen closer to wizards began to decline sharply. Now freshwater mermen have become protected animals and only live in a few known large protected areas. The rest of the saltwater mermen live on the seabed where few people go. Some people even claim that the marine mermen have even built their own large cities.

The largest gathering place for mermen in Ying Country is the Black Lake in Hogwarts.

Then the answer is obvious. The venue for the second project is the Black Lake.

And the content of the project is also very clear in the ballad.

At that time, the organizers will take away something that the warriors think is the most precious, and then put it in the hands of the mermen in the Black Lake for the warriors to take.

After knowing this, Professor Flitwick finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared with the first project, the difficulty of the second project is really too low.

You must know that the mermen living in the Black Lake have a contract with Hogwarts. They cannot harm any Hogwarts student who falls into the Black Lake, and even provide rescue.

This contract cannot be violated. Once the mermaids violate the contract, they will be driven out of the Black Lake.

In today's world, once they are driven out of the Black Lake, they will only face death.

So the second project is actually a speed racing project.

Warriors should focus on how to move at high speed underwater and quickly find their destination, rather than fighting with mermaids and other aquatic creatures.

Mermaids are not enemies, on the contrary, they are more like lifesavers.

After knowing these things, Professor Flitwick finally put on a smile on his face again, and pulled Mike back to the lounge to continue drinking and reveling.

The banquet lasted until the early morning. As the protagonist of this banquet, Mike, although he tried his best to refuse, was still drunk.

This young body has a low tolerance for alcohol, which caused Mike to feel that he was not well when he got up the next day.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that when he pushed open the door of the dormitory and prepared to find some food, he saw two people wearing dragon taming gear standing in front of his door waiting for him.

They all looked miserable, their eyes were red, and their lips were dry and flaky due to lack of water, and they looked very haggard.

"Hello, Mr. Townley." One of the brown-haired middle-aged men handed a long cloth bag to Mike, "You forgot this sword on the field yesterday, and we are here to return it."

"Oh! Thank you!"

Mike took the cloth bag and put it into the bag of the traceless stretch spell, then rubbed his temple while pouring water to drink.

The feeling of a hangover was really too uncomfortable, and he felt like his head was about to explode.

"Don't you have anything else to say?"

Mike frowned and looked at the voice, and saw the young man next to the brown-haired middle-aged man who looked very similar to the middle-aged man staring at him with an angry face.

"Oh! The celebration last night was really too intense. I'm not feeling well now, so I'm really sorry for neglecting you." Mike first drank a large bottle of cold water, and then said, "Please don't take it to heart. I'm very grateful to you, really."

Mike's words were quite sincere, but the young man was not willing to give in.

"That's not what I meant!"

"Then what do you want to say?"

Mike's eyebrows, which had been stretched out, frowned again. He began to get impatient. He felt that this kid might have come here to pick a fight.

"You killed Senna!"

"Senna?"

"It was that Australian egg white eye! Damn it! You bastard is so strong, you obviously have other ways to get the golden egg! But you killed Senna to show off your strength! Senna, she was about to become a mother, but now... Merlin's beard! Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Now Mike understood that he had encountered an extreme protector of magical creatures.

Mike's originally frowned eyebrows relaxed, and he looked expressionlessly at the young man in front of him with bloodshot eyes and a ferocious face, as if he would rush up to fight at the next moment.

If someone familiar with Mike was here, they would know that this was a sign that Mike was really angry.

The young man's loud voice also attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the lounge. After realizing that Mike might have had a conflict with the two strangers, everyone spontaneously surrounded the two.

Wanting to fight against Ravenclaw warriors on Ravenclaw's territory is simply impatient to live!

Looking at the increasing number of Ravenclaw students who gradually surrounded them, the brown-haired middle-aged man had a very ugly expression.

But the young man seemed to be overwhelmed by anger, and pointed at Mike as if he wanted to argue with Mike.

It was a pity that he was covered by the middle-aged man's mouth before he could say anything, and the hand pointing at Mike was also forcibly pressed down.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! My son didn't mean it!"

The brown-haired middle-aged man showed Mike a smile that was uglier than crying. He knew very well that if the two of them wanted to leave the Ravenclaw common room safely today, they had to get the word from the Ravenclaw warrior in front of them.

Otherwise, they would be beaten up at least.

All the Ravenclaws looked at Mike and waited for him to speak.

But Mike just felt a little bored.

He was still hoping that the two of them would be tougher so that he could teach them a lesson.

But he didn't expect them to be so cowardly.

Waving his hand, Mike said:

"Forget it, let them go."

Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately made way for a path, and the middle-aged man immediately dragged his son who was still struggling hard, and hurriedly left the Ravenclaw common room under the gaze of everyone.

While walking, he was still thanking Mike loudly.

"These magical animal protectors are really annoying!"

Franklin said as he leaned close to Mike, puffed out his chest, and pretended to show Mike a medal on his chest inadvertently.

This is still a medal supporting the Hogwarts warrior - Mike.

However, the pattern on the badge has changed. It is no longer a monotonous character portrait with characters, but a dynamic picture of Mike holding up his wand and using a fire spell to compete with the flames of the dragon.

Since he has done this, Mike naturally has to cooperate, so he asked:

"Is this a new medal?"

"Ah! You noticed it!" Franklin said excitedly, "I tell you, we worked all night to make this, and there are other patterns on it!"

After that, Franklin pressed the medal heavily.

Then, the original pattern on the medal began to disappear, and then a pattern appeared of Mike holding a shining long sword and stepping on a huge dragon head. Under the pattern, it was written in artistic words: Dragon Slayer Warrior!

This picture was drawn, and no one knew who drew it. It was so realistic that even Mike was surprised.

"Oh! Very good!"

Hearing Mike's praise, the Ravenclaws around him all showed excited smiles on their faces.

It was not until this time that Mike noticed that the classmates who were around him all wore new medals on their chests.

Mike was immediately moved.

He bowed deeply to everyone and said solemnly:

"Thank you, thank you for your support!"

Everyone said that it was not necessary. As long as Mike could achieve good results in the semi-finals, their support was deserved.

After a few polite words back and forth, Mike was ready to go to the kitchen to find some food.

But when Franklin knew about this, he stopped Mike.

"Mike! You don't have to go out. I'll get it back for you." Franklin said.

"Yes, just leave this little thing to us."

The people next to him also echoed.

"No, I can do this myself."

Mike said and was about to go out the door. He understood the intentions of everyone, but it was better to do his own things by himself.

However, Franklin stopped him again.

"What happened?" Mike also found something wrong, and asked with a gloomy face, "What are you hiding from me?"

Mike looked very dignified when he was serious. Franklin and the others looked at each other for a few times, then gritted his teeth and said:

"To tell you the truth, Mike, if you go out now, you may get into trouble."

Mike: "?"

Franklin was straightforward, and did not explain, but directly stuffed a newspaper into Mike's hand.

This is today's Daily Prophet. As Mike expected, the front page headline of the newspaper is the Triwizard Tournament, which praises Mike a lot and also publishes a photo of Mike fighting against a fire dragon (the one at the beginning of Franklin's medal).

There is nothing special about the report until here, but in the second half of the report, the author of the article seems to have completely changed, and began to condemn Mike's abuse and slaughter of internationally protected animals-Australian white eyes.

The article also quoted the views of an anonymous interviewee, claiming that Mike's strength is unquestionable, and having such a strong power means that he has many faster and safer ways to obtain golden eggs.

But in order to show off his great strength, Mike actually used such a cruel method to fight the dragon, and even took the life of the poor dragon in the end.

This behavior is no different from that of a dark wizard!

At the end of the article, a photo of the interviewee was also published.

Although the head was mosaiced, judging from the clothes, this was clearly the young man who gave Mike the sword before!

Now Mike understood!

No wonder the middle-aged man was so humble!

It turned out that they did such a bad thing behind the scenes!

"This article has caused a great response. Now some people in Hogwarts are dissatisfied with you and may come to trouble you." Franklin said embarrassedly, "This is not the worst. The worst is that some extreme magical animal protectors are preparing to hold a demonstration in Hogsmeade Village on Saturday. They want to ruin your reputation, Mike."

Mike was speechless.

Mike was not really angry about the behavior of the dragon trainer.

After all, the dragon had been raised for so long and had feelings for it. It was understandable that Mike was a little resentful just like that.

But what the hell are the others?

Does this have anything to do with them?

He had heard of vegetarians holding parades and even attacking steakhouses and KFCs, using the name of saving animals to affect other people's normal business.

He originally thought that such idle behavior would not exist in the wizarding world, after all, wizards have always regarded those magical creatures as slaves and food.

However, it seems that wizards and Muggles have the same problem of being hot-headed.

"Franklin, you mean those people are going to hold a demonstration in Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"That's right!"

"Haha, since they want to make trouble, I will make their wish come true."

Franklin was excited when he heard it, and he asked anxiously:

"Mike! What do you want to do? No matter what you want to do, I will help you!"

"You will know when the time comes!" Mike sneered, "But before that, I have other things to do!"

After that, Mike turned and went back to the dormitory.

He is going to write a letter to Fudge and the public relations department of Los Santos Group to ask them what the article in the Daily Prophet today is about.

As the largest media in the wizarding world of Yingguo, the Daily Prophet is not afraid of affecting the reputation of the wizarding world of Yingguo. In the report of such an international competition, it openly blackened their own players, who have just achieved good results!

If someone said that there was no one behind this, Mike would not believe it even if he was beaten to death!

You have to know that in a large newspaper like the Daily Prophet, all manuscripts have to go through layers of review before being published, so there is no possibility of error.

Mike swore that no matter who was behind this, he was dead!