Chapter 193: Mike's Salary

Mike returned to the bedroom and changed into a plain robe, got up again and left the lounge. The matter of contacting Abbott can be put aside. Anyway, Dolphine has been planted with nightmare seeds and can be monitored in real time. What a moth.
After leaving the tower quickly and walking through the maze-like corridor, Mike finally came to the door of the Office of the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts on the second floor.
For Lockhart, Mike obviously had no sense of awe. He opened the door and walked in without knocking.
The layout of Lockhart’s office was similar to when Mike came last time. The air was filled with a fragrant to a bit greasy smell, and Lockhart was kissing with a letter when Mike pushed in. , He was obviously taken aback when he saw Mike coming in, put the letter down in a hurry, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Um, Mike, it's been a long time since I saw you." Lockhart said with an awkward smile, "I'm writing back to my fans, well, you know, some fans want some small gifts, and my kisses are for them It’s the best gift."
Facing Lockhart's somewhat perverted approach, Mike really felt a little sick.
Without returning to Lockhart, Mike looked at Lockhart back and forth, and suddenly found that Lockhart's table was placed on a glass of liquid that was still glowing red.
Mike looked in the cabinet on the side, and he found a bottle of wine that had already been opened, with a year written in white paint on the bottle: 1820.
"Professor Lockhart, it seems that your quality of life has improved recently. You have drunk such good wine." Mike said with his hands behind his back, "You recently made a fortune. "
"It's okay, it's okay. This bottle of 1820 Starlight Red Wine tastes really good. Although it's a bit more expensive, it's worth it. Why don't you try it too?" Lockhart's face burst into a bright smile as he spoke. Get up and pour for Mike.
On the other hand, Mike is unmoved. To be honest, he doesn’t even know if the bottle of wine is expensive or not. What I just said is just bluffing. You want him to evaluate the wine in Muggle society. Let me tell you, as for wine in the magic world, he really knows nothing.
"Forget it, Lockhart, I'm not an adult yet."
"Right right! Look at my memory!" Lockhart patted his head and said, "It's Mike that you are so good that I have forgotten your age."
"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. I already know that you used the game between me and Cedric to live alone." Mike's face suddenly turned up, and he walked to Lockhart's desk and shouted sharply. Angry Lockhart, what do you say about this?"
"What...what do you do."
"At this time, don't pretend to be stupid!" Mike hit the desk with a punch, and Lockhart who was sitting on the chair shook with the loud sound. "I don't care how much money you make, I Half!"
After that, Mike picked up the glass of red wine on Lockhart's table, and poured the red wine in it on the letter that Lockhart had just kissed.
At this moment, Mike was surprised to find that the signature of the letter turned out to be Hermione Granger.
Mike frowned at the first glance at the name. Mike didn’t feel anything wrong with Hermione’s admiration of Lockhart. After all, he was just a teenage girl, and it’s normal to chase stars. .
But now Lockhart is still doing this kind of hickey letter, which is really disgusting.
‘It looks like I need to intervene appropriately. ’
Thinking of this, Mike cleaned up the wine glass, and then poured half a glass of wine into his nose and smelled it.
In an instant, a strong aroma of wine came out, directly making Mike nodded in satisfaction.
Mike can be sure that this bottle of wine must be of great value by the smell alone.
Lockhart, who was sitting by the side, finally opened his mouth after watching Mike's actions quietly.
"It's impossible if you want half of it. This solitary living was proposed by Ludo Bagman. Most of the lavish Duke in it was also brought by him, so I only got 20%."
"Oh? So what is your 20%?"
Faced with Mike's aggressive questioning, Lockhart's forehead showed fine beads of sweat.
To be honest, he really wants to fool Mike by reporting a lower number, but seeing Mike look back like this, he should still go to Ludo Bagman, and then he will be able to lie.
Lockhart might not care about such trivial matters before the duel, and even just go back, but now it’s different. As a referee in the duel, he knows how terrifying Mike’s strength is. It was a monster, Lockhart swore that he had never seen anyone with such a terrifying strength in the second grade. I am afraid that only Voldemort and Dumbledore could match.
And I heard that Mike still has a lot of friendship with the young master of the Hunter family. If this offends him, he will definitely not be able to eat.
Thinking about this, Lockhart reached out and stroked his sweat-soaked bangs, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have a total of 1,500 gold gallons after throwing away the cost. Now I have spent 500 and have 1,000 left... "
Mike raised his glass and took a sip as if he hadn't heard what Lockhart said.
Suddenly, an indescribable unknown aroma and the unique sweetness of red wine surged to Mike's throat, making Mike unable to help but close his eyes and stay silent for a long time.
It wasn't until Lockhart who was waiting on the side panicked that Mike opened his eyes and stretched out his left hand, faintly spit out two words: "Get it."
The sudden movement of Mike's hand made Lockhart startled, and he shrank back abruptly, while his hands were still in front of him, and the expression on his face was extremely frightened.
He thought Mike was going to beat him.
It wasn't until he heard Mike's words that Lockhart slowly put down his hand, still holding a trace of luck in his heart and asked: "How much?"
Hearing that Mike's eyes suddenly became fierce, he glared at Lockhart and squeezed out two words again: "All!"
Lockhart's face suddenly became ashes. After tweaking for a long time, he finally took out a small book from the drawer, turned a page, holding a quill, and tremblingly wrote a series of numbers and his signature on it, and finally tore it off before handing it in. In Mike's hands.
No way, Lockhart knew very well in his heart that even if there were contractual restrictions, it was too simple for Mike's current contacts to kill himself.
"This is a check from Gringotts." Lockhart said with a sad face. "With this check, you can go to Gringotts and get 1,500 gold gallons."
Lockhart's heart was bleeding, and the 1500 Jin Jialong almost emptied his treasury, and now he has become a pauper again.
Mike took the check and saw that it was clearly written with 1500 gold gallons in black magic ink, and at the signature place of the check, Lockhart's signature was flying on the paper.
Mike suddenly remembered that when he first met Lockhart, Lockhart had boasted that his signature was designed by a special master, and today it turned out to be pleasing to the eye.
He flicked the check lightly, and listening to its crisp sound, Mike's face finally showed a bright smile.
Picking up the glass and drank the red wine in it, Mike gave Lockhart a thumbs up.
"The red wine is good." Mike got up and walked towards the exit, but when he was about to walk out of the office, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, if you let me know that you did such a disgusting thing to Hermione's letter, you know the consequences."
"boom!"
Mike closed the door hard, and with a loud noise, only Lockhart collapsed on the office chair was left in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Mike happily flung the check back to Ravenclaw's lounge. He found that the check had a very good touch, and the feel and sound of the check were excellent, and he didn't know what material it was made of.
All his money is still in the non-marking stretch curse bag. Due to the large amount, he is now piled up under the bed full of Jin Jialong's non-marking stretch curse bag, which seems to be after the holiday. It's time to open an account at Gringotts.
Looking at the numbers on the check again, Mike felt happy.
He originally only wanted Lockhart to use the remaining 1,000 gold gallons, but he didn't expect Lockhart to even make up for him 500 gold gallons. It seems that writing novels is quite profitable.
Fortunately, Lockhart didn't hear these words, or even if Mike was better, he would have to fight with Mike, it was all the hard-earned money he earned from the codewords.
Before you know it, the eagle head door knocker has appeared in front of you.
Mike Miao answered the door opening question and quickly entered the lounge.
When he returned to the Ravenclaw lounge, Mike found that the lounge was already full of people. Everyone was laughing, and from time to time there was a cheer from the crowd.
"Mike! Where have you been? We have been looking for you for a long time!" Franklin said with Afu on his head and a roasted chicken drumstick in his hand. "Come on, I will help you keep your favorite Welsh rabbit. You will get cold if you don't come."
After that, Franklin took Mike to the sofa by the fireplace where Mike often sits. Penello was already seated beside the sofa and was eating some snack at the moment.
Mike was a little surprised at this. You must know that the lounge is very crowded now, and many people have no place to sit. How could this sofa chair be empty.
After asking Franklin, Mike knew that the reason why the lounge was so lively today was because they were celebrating the Hogwarts Quidditch Championship this year.
And this sofa chair is the seat that everyone spontaneously left for Mike. This was absolutely impossible before. Ravenclaw's Kitty Hawks are all very proud.
But after Mike won the duel contest, almost everyone was convinced.
Sitting comfortably in the sofa, Mike cut off a Welsh rabbit and threw it into his mouth to chew.
Seeing Ah Fu above Franklin's head looking at him with a gaze, Mike smiled knowingly, cut another piece and put it in Ah Fu's long-opened mouth, for a burst of magical laughter.
"It looks like you are in a good mood."
Penello also leaned over at this moment, snuggling in Mike's arms and said lightly.
"Yes, I just made some extra money from Lockhart." Mike didn't hide much, and said straightforwardly, "There is another funny thing, do you know? That guy Lockhart also likes to give The fan’s reply left a hickey. Can you imagine that scene? Lockhart put lipstick on his lips, and then personally sent the letter to the fans, hahahaha."
Penello made up for the scene Mike described in his brain, and suddenly smiled tremblingly with his arms around Mike's neck, but suddenly, the expression on her face became serious.
"you've been drinking!?"
"Uh, just a little bit, really, just a sip. You smell it all, you're really good."
Penello was obviously dissatisfied with Mike's answer. He let go of his arm around Mike's neck and continued: "Who told me last time that underage drinking can cause damage to the nervous system?"
"Okay~EbookFREE.me~ Let's not talk about it." Mike changed the subject, "Tell me about today's game, Roger, did they win beautifully?"
Faced with Mike's lame diversion, Penello obviously wanted to say something, but Franklin suddenly jumped out to answer Mike's question.
"Actually they lost terribly today." Franklin said. "Harry caught the Golden Snitch within half an hour of the game, otherwise we wouldn't be back so early."
"Hahahahahaha!"
Franklin had just finished speaking when Ah Fu on his head laughed, as if mocking Roger and their incompetence.
Roger and the others who were not far away suddenly heard the discussion here and the smiles on their faces were also stiff, and the original happiness disappeared.
"How can we lose? Didn't it mean that we have won the league?" Mike asked with some confusion, "Then celebrate today...oh! I get it!"
When Mike asked about halfway through the question, he figured it out. The point format used in the Hogwarts Quidditch League must be due to the fact that he had accumulated a large amount of points in the crazy game with Roger before. Jie and they won the championship even if they performed badly later.
Seeing that Mike had already figured out the reason, Franklin didn't give any more explanations. He nodded at Mike and put Ah Fu on his head to join the carnival crowd again, eating the school sisters' tofu frantically.
And Penello didn't intend to pursue Mike's drinking after the sudden change of topic by Franklin. He continued to snuggle next to Mike and said nothing about his recent interesting things.
The fire in the fireplace twisted crazily, emitting endless light and heat, echoing the carnival in the lounge.