Chapter 317 Ton Ton Ton

Time soon came to June, which was also the month when the third project of the Triwizard Tournament would be held.

During this period, Draco was around Mike almost every day.

Unfortunately, although Mike said privately that he could consider cooperating with the Malfoy family, he had always maintained a lukewarm attitude towards Draco on the surface.

This was Mike's strategy. If he wanted to cooperate, he had to show some sincerity first.

If the Malfoy family thought that they could change Mike's opinion of them just by relying on Draco's flattery in school, it would be a fantasy.

As the time for the third and final project of the Triwizard Tournament was getting closer, the tense atmosphere was raging in Hogwarts Castle. No matter where you went, you could see students rushing around with books in their arms.

Don't get me wrong, these people didn't become nervous because of the Triwizard Tournament.

What really made them like this was the final exam.

The professors will use this exam to test the students' learning results for this school year.

If your grades are not ideal, then you can foresee that your next summer vacation will also become unhappy.

The warriors don't have to take the exam, but they don't have it easy at all.

Due to the competition system, the first two events of the Triwizard Tournament are actually dispensable, because the victory condition of the Triwizard Tournament is not the points, but who can get the trophy first in the third event.

The only function of the points ranking is to determine your starting position. In theory, if you perform well in the third event, even if your points are not high, you still have a chance to win the Triwizard Tournament.

So even Fleur, who is currently at the bottom of the standings, is actively preparing for the Triwizard Tournament.

On the day of the competition, the breakfast table of Ravenclaw was very lively. Owls were still delivering letters to and fro above everyone's heads, and from time to time they would throw some things that should and shouldn't be thrown onto the table.

A large group of people surrounded Mike, all of whom were Mike's supporters. In order to allow Mike to have a peaceful breakfast, they waved their wands or knives and forks vigorously to drive away those owls who had no sense of public morality.

Several students sitting next to Mike kept piling sausages, bread, milk, eggs and other foods in front of Mike, hoping that Mike could eat them and be in good condition to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Mike, who was surrounded in the middle, ate slowly and was very indifferent to the service of his classmates.

This kind of thing started two weeks ago.

At first, Mike felt very uncomfortable and would persuade those classmates not to do so, but after being rejected three times, Mike gave up this useless move and began to be forced to enjoy the meticulous care of his classmates.

Just when everyone was having breakfast, Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared in the restaurant.

She started from the long table of Gryffindor, said something to each warrior in turn, and finally came to the long table of Ravenclaw.

"Mike, the warriors should gather in the meeting room next to the auditorium after breakfast." Professor McGonagall said.

Before Mike could respond, a boy who was pushing his sausage towards Mike suddenly shouted, "But doesn't the game start in the evening?"

"Bernard, I suggest you take care of yourself first. You have to know that you have a History of Magic exam today!" Professor McGonagall first scolded the boy named Bernard, and then explained to Mike, "We have invited the relatives of the warriors to watch the finals. You can meet them there."

After that, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly again, and tangled in the spot for a while, and added, "You should go." After that,

McGonagall gave Mike an encouraging look, and then turned and left.

The classmates around Mike also quieted down, and everyone looked at Mike with a similar look to Professor McGonagall. Everyone

knows that Mike is an orphan, and he has no relatives to watch the game.

Mike in the middle of the crowd was silent. To be honest, his heart was not too volatile. After all, he is essentially a middle-aged man, and his heart is not as fragile as others imagine.

But it is impossible to say that there is no volatility at all. Anyone who encounters such a thing will feel uncomfortable for a while.

After a moment of silence, Mike raised his head and looked at the long table of Gryffindor.

No matter how unlucky a human being is, as long as he can meet someone who is more unlucky than himself, he will feel better.

Mike is in urgent need of someone who is more unlucky than himself, or as unlucky as himself.

And this person is undoubtedly Harry, who is also an orphan. Mike would never believe that his uncle would come to watch his game.

Unfortunately, Mike's hope was dashed again.

At the long table of Gryffindor, Harry was holding a letter and talking happily with Hermione and Ron. As if sensing Mike's sight, Harry also looked towards Mike.

At this sight, the smile on Harry's face disappeared instantly.

He put on an extremely embarrassed expression and looked at Mike.

Mike just looked at him expressionlessly, with no intention of looking away.

Harry felt a little guilty when he was stared at by him, and then he gave Mike an encouraging look and stood up and left the hall as if escaping.

And judging from the direction he was going, he should be going to the meeting room.

Mike finally retracted his gaze. He lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. He picked up the milk at hand and drank it all.

'Yes, I should have thought of it earlier. Sirius Black is not wanted by the Ministry of Magic this time. He will definitely come to watch Harry's game. '

Thinking so, Mike suddenly found that there was another full glass of milk in front of him.

He looked up and saw that the people around him were looking at him with sympathy.

The boy named Bernard patted Mike on the shoulder and said,

"It's okay, Mike, you don't have to go over."

Hearing this, the people around him also echoed. Some extreme people even thought that this was Professor McGonagall's conspiracy. She wanted to use this method to hit Mike's mentality so that Harry could have a chance to defeat Mike.

Mike's eyes suddenly twitched twice. The eyes of these people made him very unhappy.

He stood up suddenly, wanting to go back to the Ravenclaw common room to wait for Penelope to finish the exam and come back to calm down, but he suddenly remembered what Professor McGonagall said before leaving.

'You should go.'

Mike repeated this sentence silently, and finally gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart:

'Fk! Isn't it just a meeting? I'll go!'

Then he left his seat under the encouragement and sympathy of the Ravenclaw students and walked towards the conference room.

"A real warrior dares to face the bleak life! There is no doubt that Mike is such a warrior!"

Looking at Mike's back that was getting farther and farther away, a boy sighed.

The classmates around him began to agree after hearing this, and some more emotional girls even began to wipe their tears.

...

At this moment, Mike had come to the door of the conference room. He didn't know what the students in the restaurant said about him after he left. If he knew, I believe Mike would have an impulse to vomit blood.

After calming down his mood and making psychological preparations, Mike finally pushed open the door of the conference room and walked in.

In the conference room, Krum was speaking fast Bulgarian with his black-haired parents in a corner of the room. He inherited his father's silver hook nose and sturdy body.

On the other side, Fleur was chattering non-stop in French with her mother. Her mother was very beautiful, even more beautiful than Fleur.

Fleur's little sister Gabrielle was holding her mother's hand. She waved at Mike, who also waved back and forced a smile.

Gabrielle seemed to have noticed that Mike was not in a good mood, so she smiled and pointed in the direction of the fireplace in the examination room.

Mike looked over there and saw Mrs. Weasley, a tall red-haired young man, and Black surrounding Harry and talking about something with a smile on their faces. Next to these people, there was a short figure. It was Professor Flitwick!

Professor Flitwick was dressed a little strangely today. He didn't wear the light blue robe as usual, but a small suit that looked like a child's suit. This made him look not like a wizard, but a performer in a circus freak show.

Although Professor Flitwick looked a little funny, Mike couldn't laugh. He felt his nose was sour and an emotion was brewing in his heart.

At this time, Professor Flitwick seemed to have noticed Mike. He turned his head and looked at Mike. Then he opened his arms to Mike, and the smile on his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum in the autumn.

Mike finally smiled on his face. He walked over quickly, squatted down and hugged Professor Flitwick tightly.

Neither of them spoke, and Mike didn't ask stupid questions like "Why are you here?" The two just hugged each other like this, and everything was unspoken.

Mrs. Weasley, who was standing by, had already cried. She wiped her red eyes with a handkerchief, and then reached out to hold the red-haired young man and Harry in her arms.

Black also had a face full of emotion. He stretched out his hand and wanted to hug Harry and the others, but Mrs. Weasley slapped him away in anger.

With an awkward smile, Black could only rub his hands and come to Mike.

"Mike! I am so grateful to you. Your idea is simply brilliant! I have bought a house next to Harry's uncle, and I can live with Harry this summer vacation!" Black opened his arms and said with a smile, "Come on, let's hug each other!"

"You haven't changed at all, Sirius." Professor Flitwick, who was interrupted, pretended to be angry and said, "You are still so annoying."

Although he said so, Professor Flitwick still let go of Mike.

Mike looked at Black who opened his arms to ask for a hug, and his eyes twitched violently. Then he reluctantly hugged Black, thinking that it was just to comfort him.

Unfortunately, Black was obviously not satisfied with this. He hugged Mike tightly and held his hands tightly together without letting go.

"Let go!"

"Hahaha! I won't! Oh, damn, how can you be so strong..."

Mike struggled hard, while Black held Mike tightly with both hands.

The two quarreled for a while, and finally Black, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally pretended to let go of Mike's hand.

The movement here also attracted the attention of others. Mrs. Weasley and Harry looked at Blake and Mike with a smile, and the touching atmosphere on the scene was swept away.

Blake stretched his aching arms and said with a smile:

"I'm so happy! Both of you have become warriors! I hope you can get good results in the Triwizard Tournament, and it would be best if you can beat the students from the other two schools!"

Mike was about to reply, but a familiar and pleasant voice suddenly came out.

"I don't think it's that easy!"

Everyone looked over and saw Fleur leading her mother and sister towards them.

"Mom, this is the Mike I told you about. He is the one who saved Gabrielle." Fleur introduced her mother with a smile, "And this is another champion of Hogwarts. You should know his name, Harry Potter."

Fleur's mother smiled and greeted everyone in French, and at the same time, she extended her hand to Mike and Harry.

Mike didn't understand French, but from the look on Fleur's mother's face, she should have said something like 'hello, nice to meet you', so he stretched out his hand and shook hands with her very calmly.

Mike's etiquette was very good. When shaking hands with Fleur's mother, he didn't shake them firmly, but just shook them lightly. At the same time, he leaned forward slightly, smiled and said polite words, which seemed very polite.

This made Fleur's mother smile, but soon the smile on her face disappeared when she shook hands with Harry.

Because Harry was very nervous, he repeated the French words Fleur's mother had just said, and stepped forward with both hands to grab Fleur's mother's outstretched hand.

From the way Fleur's mother frowned and wiped her hands with a handkerchief afterwards, Mike felt that Harry must have sweated a lot.

The atmosphere at the scene became a little awkward because of Harry's behavior, but fortunately there was the little angel Gabrielle.

Gabrielle had been clinging to Mike since she came over. At this moment, she was pulling Mike's robe and staring at him eagerly, as if she hoped that Mike would pick her up.

Fleur's mother saw this and said with a smile:

"Gabrielle really likes you! This is rare, you know, Gabrielle is a shy child."

Mike smiled awkwardly, looking at the little girl who was still pulling at his robe, he was a little at a loss, it was not right to hug her, it was not right not to hug her.

At this time, Fleur finally jumped out to help him out.

"Gabrielle!" Fleur pulled Gabrielle back angrily and said, "You are not a child anymore, you can't let boys hug you casually, understand?"

"But... sister, didn't you say that Mike is not an ordinary boy?"

Fleur's expression suddenly froze, and a blush appeared on her face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She quickly raised her head and secretly glanced at Mike, and was relieved when she saw that he didn't seem to pay attention to the situation on their side.

But at the same time, a sense of loss rose from her heart.