Chapter 347 Zhou Hong was injured

Mike did not take the freshmen's fear of him to heart. In his opinion, the means used by the Ministry of Magic to discredit him were too low-level. Except for a few people with some problems in their brains, most people would be able to tell that these were just pure slander.

But when Mike got up early the next day and went to the classroom, he found that things were not as simple as he imagined.

Along the way, except for the students from Ravenclaw, almost most of the students from other colleges chose to avoid him after seeing him.

The horrified expressions on their faces almost made Mike think that he was a Sumatran plague dragon!

The reactions of these people quickly attracted Mike's attention, but he did not care. On the contrary, he was even a little happy.

After all, he has never been the kind of person who cares about how others see him. It's good that no one comes to disturb him in this state.

Smiling, he came to the classroom slowly. Franklin and others immediately stood up and waved their arms to signal Mike to sit with them.

This class was a History of Magic class taught by Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. The professor was the most dedicated professor at Hogwarts, the ghost Professor Binns.

History of Magic was recognized as the most boring class in the school. Professor Binns spoke with a wheezing and dragging voice.

If a living old man spoke like this, others would be very nervous, because this tone would make people wonder if he would fall to the ground and die suddenly.

But Professor Binns was a ghost, so this tone of voice only had the effect of hypnosis.

And this hypnotic effect was very significant. If it was a hot summer day, Mike believed that most of the people in this classroom would fall asleep in just 5 minutes.

Fortunately, it was September now, the temperature was not too high, and it was still morning, and everyone had just woken up from a dream.

So except for a few little wizards who stayed up late last night, most people did not fall asleep, but they did not intend to concentrate on listening. Franklin was laughing and joking with Mike and others, and Ron was even more excessive. He even played wizard chess with Harry directly.

As an old and confused ghost, Professor Binns obviously didn't care about classroom discipline.

So, Mike and others spent the more than one hour of magic history class almost chatting.

"... In the end, the war between the giants ended with the victory of the bronze giants known as Titans."

As Professor Binns finished reading the last paragraph of the text, he ignored the students who were sleeping and playing in the audience as if he had completed his task, closed the book, turned around and disappeared into the blackboard.

As Professor Binns left, the students who had been suppressing their voices completely let themselves go.

Some of them picked up their books and jumped out of the classroom, some directly fought with their friends next to them, and some were sleepy and looked around with a confused look.

"Mike, let's go too."

Franklin said with a smile.

"You go back first," Mike looked at a place not far away, and said without turning his head, "I still have some things to deal with."

Franklin curiously followed Mike's gaze and saw Hermione pointing at Harry and Ron's noses and accusing them of something, while Harry and Ron looked indifferent.

"Oh wow!" Franklin said with a strange expression, "Mike, although Penelope has graduated, you can't..."

Mike didn't understand what Franklin wanted to say, and rolled his eyes at Franklin. Mike said helplessly:

"Don't think about it, it's business!"

"Okay, then you be careful. If something really happens, I can't help you."

Franklin said in a serious tone, and as if he was afraid that Mike would beat him, he jumped back and disappeared into the crowd.

Seeing Franklin's hasty escape, Mike smiled and shook his head, then straightened his collar and walked towards Harry and others.

"You should be ashamed..."

As soon as he approached, Mike heard Hermione's hysterical voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mike said with a smile, "What shame?"

Mike's voice startled Harry and the other two, but then Ron hid behind Mike as if he had seen a savior, poked his head out to look at Hermione, and said in a pretentious tone:

"Oh! Mike, you're finally here! If you don't come again, Professor Granger will put us in detention!"

After that, Ron quickly retracted his head behind Mike.

"You!"

Hermione's hair stood up in anger. She shouted angrily and instinctively raised her hand to throw the thick book in her hand.

However, Ron had already retracted his head, and the attack was in vain.

"Hey! Hey! What's going on!"

"Because of the OWL exams (Ordinary Wizarding Level exams), Mike." Harry explained, "Hermione thinks we shouldn't sleep in Professor Binns' class, because these contents will be tested in the OWL exams. She also said that our behavior is shameful."

"What's wrong with what I said?" Hermione said angrily, "We are going to take the OWL exams this year! This is an exam that can determine our future lives! If you fail too many subjects, it means that you can't sign up for some of the next difficult courses like Potions!"

"I don't want to continue taking the old bat's class."

Harry muttered to himself, and Hermione rolled her eyes at him until he raised his hands in surrender and then continued:

"Not being able to attend the next courses is not the worst thing. The worst thing is that the results of this exam will serve as an important reference for your future employability! If you mess up this exam, you will have to sweep toilets like Filch in the future!"

Hermione's words made Ron shudder. He would rather die than become like Filch, but he soon thought of something and asked Hermione cautiously in a flattering and tentative tone:

"It's okay. You know, Harry and I are your best friends. You should let us copy your notes by then, right?"

"You wish!"

Hermione threw another book at him, but Ron dodged it again.

"I haven't settled accounts with you yet!" Hermione said, "Your two brothers! How dare they sell 'Quick Skipping Candy' to everyone at such an important time? That's simply misleading the students! As prefects, we must stop them!"

"Walter!?"

Hermione's words startled Mike, who had been listening on the side.

"Quick Skipping Candy," Ron repeated, "It's a kind of candy that can make you have diarrhea, nosebleed, stomachache, vomit blood... so that you can pretend to be sick and skip classes. George and Weasley have done a good business in this business. I heard that they are already short of manpower. And, Hermione, I don't think we have the ability to stop them, even though we are prefects now."

"Of course I know what Quick Skipping Candy is, I mean why are the two of them doing this?"

"They said they want to open a joke shop by themselves and are now raising funds." Harry explained, "But I think Mrs. Weasley will never allow them to give up their studies to do this."

Ron nodded vigorously, obviously agreeing with Harry's words.

Mike on the side shook his head with a strange look on his face.

No one knew better than him that the explanation given by the Weasley brothers to Ron and Harry was completely deceptive, because those two guys were not short of money at all.

Mike dared to bet that the reason why these two guys wanted to sell quick-acting skipping candy was completely a kind of evil taste to see people make a fool of themselves in public.

But knowing it, Mike naturally would not expose the plan of the Weasley brothers. He patted Harry and Hermione on the shoulders and said,

"Okay, I'm hungry. Let's go to the restaurant and continue chatting."

Hearing Mike's words, the three people who had been arguing for a long time finally stopped and walked towards the restaurant with Mike.

However, the scene in Mike's morning reappeared. Along the way, as long as the students saw the four of them, they all avoided them in fear as if they saw some evil forces.

Even when they came to the restaurant and sat down at a long table, the students who were still eating around them quickly threw away the half-eaten food and ran away as if avoiding the plague.

Harry looked a little lonely, lowered his head and said nothing.

Mike patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him,

"It's okay. Most of these people are afraid of me. After all, in the description of the Daily Prophet, I am an unforgivable super dark wizard!"

Mike's tone was very light.

"Don't say that!" Hermione said hurriedly, "We all know that they made it up!"

"Yes, it must have been done by the Malfoy family! They must have given the Daily Prophet a lot of money!"

Ron also echoed, but his tone was weird, and it sounded more like he was jealous of the Malfoy family's wealth.

Harry still lowered his head and shook his head without saying a word.

"I'm serious. Don't be unhappy. I'm the main target of those reports. Your life shouldn't be affected too much."

"Well, actually Seamus had a falling out with Harry this morning because Harry kept talking about the You-Know-Who." Ron said vaguely while stuffing sausage into his mouth, "Oh, you don't know Seamus. He's Harry's roommate."

"It's not my fault!"

Harry, who was still in a state of autism, suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly,

"I'm not lying. Voldemort is really back! Mike was also at the scene at the time. He can testify for me!"

As Harry said the name, the whole hall fell silent. Everyone looked at Harry in horror, as if they were looking at a disaster that would bring disaster to people. Many people even left the restaurant immediately.

Harry lowered his head again, but his tightly clenched fists foreshadowed his mood at the moment.

Mike's brows also frowned. It seemed that there were quite a few people in Hogwarts who liked to deceive themselves, especially those Muggle-born wizards. They had no idea about Voldemort, so when Dumbledore warned everyone, they didn't take it seriously.

Mike bet that many of them didn't even tell their parents about this.

After taking a deep breath, Mike didn't plan to chat with Harry anymore. He directly asked the real question he wanted to ask Harry this time:

"Harry, does your scar still hurt recently?"

Harry raised his head and looked at Mike in shock. Then he quickly lowered his head and gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes! Mike! My scar has indeed hurt recently, and even... I have started to have nightmares recently! I often see my... my mother and... and a green light in my dreams..."

Harry's body was shaking constantly. It was obvious that what he said just now was a big blow to him.

Hermione hurried over, comforting Harry while patting Harry's nervous back.

Mike, who was standing by, looked thoughtful after hearing this. After a long time, he asked,

"Are there any others?"

Harry shook his head quickly.

"Really?"

"Mike!" Hermione was furious. She said excitedly, "Don't ask! Harry is in great pain now!"

Mike shook his head expressionlessly. Harry Potter was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. There was some kind of soul connection between the two of them.

Theoretically, their brains should also be connected.

Mike originally wanted to rely on Harry to obtain some information about Voldemort, but now it seems that Harry obviously does not know how to use his ability in this area.

Sighing, Mike was ready to get up and leave.

Since he couldn't get what he wanted, there was no need for him to waste time here.

But just as he was about to get up, two figures came into his sight.

"Be gentle!" Zhou Hong grinned and yelled at the other little boy, "It hurts me to death!"

"Why don't you go to the infirmary? I'm really not good at this!"

The little boy looked aggrieved.

"I'm not going! Give it to me! I'll do it myself!"

Zhou Hong said a sound in Chinese that Mike couldn't understand (cao), then snatched something from the little boy's hand and began to smear it on the back of his hand.

Mike quietly stood up and came behind Zhou Hong, and Harry and others followed curiously.

At this time, Zhou Hong was still cursing in Chinese, and the little boy opposite him was terrified, pointing at Mike with trembling fingers, and opening his mouth slightly as if he wanted to speak, but because he was too nervous, he didn't make any sound.

Mike made a silent gesture to him, and he immediately covered his mouth with both hands.

It was not until then that Mike's eyes fell on Zhou Hong's hand.

There were dense scars on the back of Zhou Hong's right hand, and Zhou Hong was holding a piece of white mulberry and smearing them on these wounds. It

was obviously very painful to do this, and Zhou Hong's little face twitched in pain.

Mike's expression suddenly darkened. He squinted his eyes and said coldly,

"Who did this?"

Zhou Hong was startled by the voice. His body shook violently, and he quickly covered his wound with his left hand and said in fear,

"Nothing!"