Chapter 9 A wonderful life in Ravenclaw

After being welcomed to a chair by the enthusiastic seniors, Mike began to introduce himself to each other.

When they learned that Mike was born a Muggle and was an orphan, the female seniors around him began to comfort Mike with maternal love, and only a few showed contempt.

Mike looked at the beautiful girls around him and couldn't help but sigh: "I came to Ravenclaw!"

The savior trio was assigned to Gryffindor as in the original book. When Harry learned that he and Mike were not in the same college, he almost cried. Although they had been together for a short time, Harry had already regarded Mike as his good friend.

When the banquet ended, it was already late at night. Mike and others followed the seniors to the entrance of Ravenclaw's lounge, in front of the eagle-head door knocker.

"What is the most precious wealth of mankind?"

"Extraordinary intelligence is the most precious wealth of mankind!" The Ravenclaws said in unison. The

door opened silently.

"Please remember this sentence." The female headmaster said to everyone, "Our Ravenclaw students are the smartest among the four major colleges, and they have sailed the farthest in the ocean of knowledge. I hope this sentence can guide you to go further."

When everyone finally stepped into the common room of Ravenclaw, it seemed as if they had come to a library made of pure blue.

The bookshelves against the wall were densely packed with books, all of which were donated by Ravenclaw students from previous generations.

Most of them were Ravenclaw's previous notes and homework, and the others were some novels, biographies and magic books.

These books were one of the reasons why Mike chose Ravenclaw. With these notes, Mike could get in touch with more spells that only senior students could learn.

As for the imbalance of the male and female ratio in Ravenclaw, boys became a very small minority, which could only be regarded as an unexpected gain.

And because there were too few boys, the boys' dormitory in Ravenclaw was also a single room, and the conditions were much better than the bunk beds in other colleges.

Mike's first class at Hogwarts was Professor Snape's potions class, and it was two consecutive classes.

In class, Professor Snape gave his speech on death and glory as usual.

Mike's guess was right. Snape would say these words to the freshmen every year.

And Mike's crucible with a very thin bottom was obviously not up to the burden of brewing magic potions. It couldn't even brew the simplest sleeping potion, which was specially used to motivate young wizards. Sure enough, it exploded.

What surprised Mike was that Snape, with a gloomy face, did not deduct points from Ravenclaw after seeing Mike's extremely thin crucible. He only scolded him verbally.

At the end of the class, he even kept Mike and gave him a second-hand crucible that was almost intact. He also warned him that if the same thing happened again in the potions class, he would be put in detention.

Mike held the crucible in his hand and didn't care about Snape's warning. You know, he was a "cook" in the gang and was not unfamiliar with chemical medicine.

What surprised him was Snape's attitude. It seemed that Snape's viciousness was mostly directed at Gryffindor and Harry Potter.

There were not many classes at Hogwarts, so Mike had a lot of free time, and he spent all this time reading books in the Ravenclaw common room.

Unlike students in other colleges who would go crazy in the castle after class, there were many Ravenclaws like Mike who chose to read books.

So, Mike was happy.

When he was tired of reading, he would flirt with the female classmates around him, and if he didn't understand something, he would ask the female seniors for help. After

staying with those girls for too long, Mike even felt that he had the body fragrance of these women on his body.

If this body was not too small, Mike would have already started to take action. You know, in Hogwarts, girls can enter the boys' dormitory at will.

After a long period of study, Mike found that studying hard and working behind closed doors was not feasible.

After asking senior students, he felt that he benefited a lot, and the few magics he learned by himself were full of flaws.

But when he asked the seniors why his spells were always so weak, no one could give him an answer. They only said that it might be because Mike's magic was still too weak.

Mike was dismissive of this. You haven't seen the scene when my magic explodes. You say my magic is not enough? You are kidding.

Soon it was Mike's first spell class. The teacher was their dean, Professor Flitwick.

In the class, Professor Flitwick taught them a simple spell, "Stuff a stick into the front teeth".

Mike, who already had the basics, almost made the little mouse on the table grow two huge front teeth at the same time as Professor Flitwick.

"That's great! Ravenclaw plus 10 points! I have never had a little wizard with such outstanding talent!" Flitwick was so excited that he almost fell off the podium. "Oh, the lady from Gryffindor did a good job too. Gryffindor plus 5 points."

Hermione glared at Mike fiercely, and then looked at the big teeth of the little mouse on the table that were the same as hers. She felt that the whole world was against her, and her eyes were red.

But Mike didn't have time to pay attention to Hermione's reaction. He had to leave a good impression on Professor Flitwick.

After class, Mike didn't run out of the classroom like other little wizards, but waited until Professor Flitwick packed up his things and asked.

"Professor Flitwick, can I spare you a moment? I have some questions about spells."

"Of course! Mike, why don't we go to my office? I just happen to have something to discuss with you." Professor Flitwick agreed.

In the corridor, Mike found that although Professor Flitwick had short legs, he moved very fast. He didn't need to slow down at all, but had to walk fast to keep up with Professor Flitwick.

Finally arriving at the office, Professor Flitwick asked him to sit down at the table and poured him a cup of tea.

"Dear Dean, I feel that the effect of my spells is very different from that of the seniors. Why is that?"

Mike couldn't wait to ask as soon as he sat down.

"Hehe, there are many reasons for this problem. Why don't you cast a spell for me to see?" Flitwick was obviously very happy that Mike called him Dean instead of Professor, and he almost couldn't close his mouth.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Mike took out his wand and cast a levitation spell on the book on the table. The book immediately began to shake slightly, and after a moment it floated up, but it didn't float very high before falling back on the table.

"Oh! Excellent levitation spell. Excuse me Mike, your spell level has surpassed most of the first-year students, and even many old students are not as good as you." Flitwick paused, "But I found that you still have room for improvement. You didn't mobilize your emotions when casting magic."

"Emotions?" Mike expressed confusion.

"Yes, the essence of magic is that the magic in our body is released in a certain way, and the waving of the wand and the chanting of the spell when releasing magic are a process of mobilizing magic."

"But this way of using magic is the lowest level, while mobilizing emotions is a higher level method. When casting a spell, you mobilize your emotions. The stronger your emotions for the success of the spell, the better the effect of your spell will be, until you reach your limit. As for the highest level method, you completely control your magic and let it operate according to your own ideas."

"The last skill requires a huge amount of knowledge and amazing talent, which is also the premise of silent and wandless casting. Of course, this is still too difficult for you."

Professor Flitwick said a long string of words at once, picked up the teacup on the table and took a big sip.

"Thank you! Your guidance has opened my eyes, Dean." Mike bowed deeply.

Professor Flitwick put down the teacup, looked at Mike with some sympathy, and said, "I have heard about your story, poor child,..."

To know what happened next, please read the next chapter.

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