Chapter 300 When will you have a baby?

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, Mike was saying goodbye to the last group of party guests.

"We had a lot of fun today. Thank you very much for your generosity, Mr. Townley."

"This is what I should do as a host. Please don't take it to heart, beautiful ladies."

Mike responded to the enthusiasm of the Beauxbatons girls in front of him very politely, and when they saw Mike's warm smile and handsome face at this moment, they couldn't help but blush.

They seemed to want to say something to Mike, but a voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Ladies, I'm sorry I have to interrupt your conversation. I have something to talk to Mike about, and it's almost dinner time now. Maybe you should go and rest first." The person

who came was Professor Flitwick. Ms. Maxime's long-term high-pressure education made them feel a sense of urgency when facing Flitwick, as if they were caught by the teacher in a premature love affair. The blush on their faces became more intense. They bowed slightly to Mike and Flitwick and left in a hurry.

"Huh, these girls are really hard to deal with. Fortunately, you are here, Professor Flitwick."

Seeing that the few people finally left, Mike breathed a sigh of relief and said to Professor Flitwick.

"Okay, Mike, come with me. I have something to tell you." Flitwick said with a serious face, "Very important!"

Mike, who realized that something was wrong, also put away the smile on his face and responded, "Okay, Professor!"

The two of them were silent all the way until they arrived at Professor Flitwick's office. Flitwick was impatient to speak:

"Mike, don't use black magic in the future, at least before you come of age, don't use it again."

"Professor, why is this?" Mike said with doubt, "If you are worried that using black magic will affect my mind, then you can rest assured. My mental strength and will are very strong. I have enough confidence to resist those influences."

"I believe you can do it!" Professor Flitwick said firmly, "But some people don't believe it!"

Mike was shocked at first when he heard it. He had a vague guess in his heart, but he still asked uncertainly:

"You mean... Mr. Principal..."

"That's right! That old antique! He thinks your method of dealing with the dragon is cruel, and coupled with your attainments in the dark arts, he suspects that your mind has been affected!"

Mike licked his dry lips. If he was really targeted by Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard in the world, then his plan would definitely be greatly affected.

After thinking for a moment, Mike finally said in a hoarse voice:

"What is he going to do?"

"Who knows? Maybe he will have a good talk with you and do some psychological counseling." Professor Flitwick sneered, "Or use force to deter, such as burning your locker in front of you, hehe. Don't think I'm joking, there is a precedent. He did this when he was educating Tom (Voldemort), and you have seen the result. Facts have proved that his method is useless and even has the opposite effect."

Mike was a little surprised when he heard this.

He was not surprised that Professor Flitwick just told the secrets of Voldemort and Dumbledore back then, but that he learned a bad news from Professor Flitwick's words.

Dumbledore seemed to regard himself as the second Voldemort.

Mike couldn't help but want to curse.

Now Hogwarts has been infiltrated like a sieve, and Voldemort is also waiting for an opportunity to revive in the dark. Instead of guarding Voldemort, Dumbledore actually focused on himself!

But after thinking for a while, Mike could understand Dumbledore.

Reviving Voldemort might have been part of Dumbledore's plan to eliminate demons. If this is true, then it should have reached a critical moment. At

this critical moment, Dumbledore will never allow any variables to appear.

And he was obviously regarded as a variable.

Professor Flitwick on the side saw Mike silent and heavy-faced, and his originally serious face became a little softer.

"Mike, don't worry too much, I'll take care of everything." Professor Flitwick slowed down his tone and said, "I can assure you that with me here, Dumbledore won't do anything to you."

Hearing this, Mike looked at Flitwick in surprise.

He didn't expect Flitwick to say such a thing, because from what he knew, Dumbledore was obviously not the kind of person who would change his mind easily.

But seeing Flitwick's determined expression, Mike couldn't refute him, so he could only nod and say:

"Well! Okay, professor."

"But we still have to do what we should do. First of all, you must never use black magic again." Professor Flitwick said, "Secondly, it's best to stop your Los Santos scholarship program for the time being."

"Why? I just want to support those students."

"Okay, Mike, there's no need to say these polite words to me." Flitwick shook his head and said, "In fact, we have seen some things, but we are just too lazy to care about you. Just like you asked those students you sponsored to spy on Moody's information everywhere.

I didn't think there was anything wrong with it at first, but now it seems that perhaps this incident made Dumbledore think of some bad possibilities, so what happened now."

"Okay, I will temporarily disband the mutual aid society."

"That's best."

Professor Flitwick's face reappeared with a smile, and then he seemed to think that the atmosphere on the scene was a little too serious, and said:

"Okay, after telling you the bad news, I also have good news to bring you. We will hold a ball at Christmas. Please note that this ball is different from the banquets we held before. This is the most formal ball. As a

warrior in the triumvirate, you will need a dress and a beautiful dance partner so that you can lead the dance at the beginning of the ball. By the way, speaking of dance partners, how far have you and Penelope developed? When can I hold my baby?"

Mike said with a smile: "Oh! Professor, you know, we are still young, this matter..."

"This matter cannot be delayed!" Flitwick interrupted Mike and said, "If possible, you can even consider having a baby before graduation. Anyway, Penelope will graduate next year, right? Then she can stay at home to take care of the baby. Of course, if she wants to work, don't you still have two house elves? They are also good at taking care of children.

Oh, don't get me wrong. The reason I say this is not because I want to hold a baby myself, I am doing this for your own good. You know, in the wizarding world, population is the biggest advantage. Look at the Weasley family. Although they are so poor, they have a lot of people. I swear, in another ten years, when all the children in their family grow up, the Weasley family will definitely prosper."

"Okay! Okay! I will work hard!"

In the dim office, the old and the young looked at each other and laughed.

...

At noon the next day, Mike, who had been meditating all night, finally finished washing and went out to the kitchen.

Yesterday he made an appointment with Harry and the others to go to the kitchen together to meet Dobby and Winky, the two house elves.

He originally wanted to get some information about Barty Crouch Jr. from Winky, so that he could find the mouse and prevent Voldemort from resurrecting.

But the conversation between Professor Flitwick and him last night changed his mind.

Perhaps it would be the right thing to let Voldemort resurrect.

After all, if Voldemort resurrects, Dumbledore's attraction will be completely attracted to Voldemort, and then he can hide in the dark and watch the fight.

Even, when they are both injured, he may be able to come out and pick up some loopholes.

Of course, the above are largely Mike's self-consolation.

The biggest reason why Mike chose to give up intervening in this matter is that it is very likely that Dumbledore meant to let Voldemort resurrect.

If he forcibly intervenes and tries to stop it, not to mention offending Voldemort, even Dumbledore may turn around and deal with him.

At the same time, he will offend the strongest black wizard and white wizard at that time?

Mike believes that he does not have the courage for the time being.

Although Mike had no intention of stopping Barty and the others, he was still ready to go to the appointment. After all, even if he planned to lie dormant, he still had to collect the information he needed. Otherwise,

if something went wrong, he would be blind and deaf.

With this in mind, Mike had already walked to the kitchen and saw Harry and the other two waiting for him not far away.

The three of them hid in a corner, as if they were afraid to get close to the Hufflepuff common room.

This was not difficult to understand. Because Harry had inexplicably become a warrior, the relationship between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had become particularly tense.

If Hufflepuff classmates found out that Harry was actually hanging around the door of their common room, this behavior would easily be understood as showing off.

"Mike! Thank God you're finally here! We're almost embarrassed to death here!" Harry found Mike and said happily, "Hurry! Let's go to the kitchen quickly, I really don't want to stay here!"

After that, he took Hermione and Ron into the kitchen.

Mike scratched his head speechlessly. The time he and Harry agreed to meet was 1pm, and it was only half past twelve.

So it was Harry who came too early.

But Mike didn't say much, and followed him into the kitchen.

The kitchen of Hogwarts has not changed much since Mike came before, but because it was just past lunch time, the elves are busy washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Although they are very busy now, after seeing Mike and his friends come in, almost all the elves stopped their work and looked over here.

"Oh! Mr. Townley! You haven't been here for a long time! Is there anything I can help you with? You know, we can prepare any food for you!" An elderly house elf rubbed his hands excitedly and said in an old voice, "Yes, yes! Mr. Diggory is here too! Maybe you can sit down and eat together, just like before!"

Harry's body stiffened when he heard this.

If you want to say who he least wants to meet in Hogwarts now, it must be Cedric.

"Thank you, but we just had lunch and can't eat anything else for the time being."

The elf showed a disappointed look on his face.

"But maybe a cup of after-meal tea is a good choice, what do you think?"

Mike turned his head and looked at Harry and the others.

Ron nodded quickly.

"No! We don't need it!" Hermione said to the house-elves in a gentle manner, "We are different from some people and will never enslave you!"

After that, she glared at Mike fiercely.

However, Hermione's kindness did not get the desired result.

The house-elves around him all cast resentful eyes at her after hearing her words, and the elderly house-elf in front of Mike and others was so angry that he trembled all over.

"You...you..."

Seeing that the elf was about to be angry, Mike hurriedly said:

"Okay, don't waste time. Prepare four cups of tea for us, and then you can continue to work."

Mike's tone was quite impolite, and it was completely the kind of tough command tone.

Hermione originally wanted to blame Mike, but what she didn't expect was that the old elf who was shaking with anger just now actually recovered immediately after hearing Mike's order.

"As you wish! Mr. Townley!"

The old elf saluted to Mike happily, and then went to work. Before leaving, he glared at Hermione arrogantly.

"Are you crazy? Come back!"

Hermione stepped forward to stop them, but was pulled back by Mike.

"Okay, don't do this for now." Mike said, "Cedric is here too, let's go to Cedric's place and talk slowly. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory explanation about the house-elves."

Under Mike's strong pressure, Hermione finally calmed down.

Harry, who was standing next to him, was a little embarrassed when he heard this:

"This... this doesn't seem good, right?"

"What's wrong with this? Don't worry. I know Cedric very well. He's not such a stingy guy."

After that, Mike took Hermione and walked straight to the dining table he was familiar with.

Harry and Ron behind him saw this and had no choice but to follow.

Not long after they walked, Mike saw Cedric sitting alone at the round table and feasting on his food.

"Cedric, long time no see!"

Hearing Mike's voice, Cedric quickly raised his head and said with a smile:

"Hey! Mike! You..."

Cedric stopped talking halfway, and the smile on his face disappeared.

Because he saw Harry not far behind Mike.