Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 212
Mike was not happy all of a sudden, because he is also the Hogwarts duel champion, a genius recognized by the whole school.Are you saying that I can't pass this bullshit green grass trial?
"Mr. Vesemir thinks I'm not talented enough?" Mike said, "Or do you have other reasons?"

"Hmph! It's a bad time to start contradicting old people at such a young age!" Vesemir said, "To tell you the truth, the key to passing the Grass Trial is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, Arthur It is impossible to become a demon hunter without the talent."

"The Trial of Green Grass is actually a set of magic body transformation methods, including exclusive potions and special surgeries. This method has long been lost, and I managed to recover [-]% of it after spending my whole life. The survival rate of this transformation Even if the reform goes well, the reformed person will have to endure great pain. Once the transformed person's will is not firm, it is very likely to die in pain. Most demon hunters, even if they pass the test in the end, will stay. The psychological shadow will lead to extreme behavior in the future.

And Arthur, he is definitely the most determined person I have ever seen!To be honest, I haven't seen him cry since I adopted him! "

Hearing this, Mike's fiery eyes quickly cooled down. He originally thought that the Trial of Green Grass was something similar to the Ravenclaw Trial, but he didn't expect it to be magical body modification.

If it is the former, Mike will definitely try his best to get the method.But the latter, forget it.

There are too many disadvantages of the forbidden spell of magical body modification, just look at Voldemort.When he was young, he was a handsome young man, and he could even deceive the descendants of Hufflepuff with his handsome face. A middle-aged rich woman gave him all the gold cups of Hufflepuff, his family heirloom.

But when he went out on a trip, after performing a magical body transformation on himself for power, he turned into a ghost without a nose.

Although Arthur hasn't changed much, he can't be regarded as a human anymore, as can be seen from his golden snake pupil eyes.Mike even suspects that he has lost his fertility now.

Seeing that Mike was deep in thought, Vesemir thought that what he said was serious, so he said with some regret: "You don't have to be sad. Arthur has his fate, and you also have your talent. I will teach you to duel when I get back later." Swordsmanship! Coupled with your magical talent, you are no worse than a witcher."

Mike nodded upon hearing this.

The reason for the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried at all that Vesemir would go back on his word. Flitwick and Mike didn't even mention this matter along the way, and fully gave Vesemir Samir trusts.

Obviously, Vesemir did not disappoint Mike either.

"Who is Vesemir?"

Suddenly, a tired voice came.

When everyone heard the reputation, they saw a therapist in a dark green treatment suit leaning out of the treatment room and looking out.

After seeing him, Vesemir suddenly became excited, picked up his crutches and limped to him.

"Doctor! How is Arthur?"

"It's okay, you take him away quickly, we have other patients here to be treated."

Vesemir froze on the spot when he heard the words. He couldn't believe what the therapist said. After all, Arthur was injured too badly before. Almost all the skin on his body was burned off. The therapist now Telling him that he has been cured and everything is fine, he has a great psychological gap.

"You, are you kidding me? He's hurt so badly..."

"Since you don't believe us, why send people here?"

"No, I'm not..."

"Stop moaning, take people away!"

Vesemir, who had been so shameless in front of Mike before, had no temper at all in front of the therapist at the moment. After being teased for a while, he and Mike and others obediently walked into the treatment room.

As soon as he entered the treatment room, there was an indescribable strange smell, which made Mike twitch his nose instinctively.

This smell is not alcohol, but a smell similar to magic potion that Mike has never smelled before.

And after walking in for a while, I saw a mummy covered in white bandages staring at the ceiling blankly, with tears still faintly in the corners of his eyes.

Although only one pair of eyes was exposed, those golden eyes were so representative that Vesemir and the others immediately recognized him as Arthur.

"Arthur! How are you? Are you all right!"

Vesemir didn't want his crutches either, and flung himself to Arthur's bedside.

"Teacher! Take me home! I don't want to stay here anymore!" Arthur struggled as if seeing the savior, "They are not doctors, they are all devils!"

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of Mike and the others became weird. They looked at the therapist who led them in, especially Vesemir, with doubts. The pit was buried.

"Uh, in fact, his injury is not serious, it's just some burns. Although the area is a bit large, it's not too troublesome for us." The therapist explained, "Because the re-growth of the skin is too painful, generally We will all anesthetize the patient. But this person, his body's resistance to magic and potion is too high, neither the water of life and death nor the stun spell will work on him, so..."

He said that Mike already understood what was going on here, which was similar to when he suddenly woke up during the operation and found that he had been disembowelled, but what Arthur encountered was obviously much worse.

Mike just saw, or at least didn't feel pain, and was fainted again.As for Arthur, he not only witnessed everything, but also felt the whole process...

"Sigh~"

Just thinking about Mike made goose bumps all over his body, and he looked at Arthur on the hospital bed full of sympathy.

"Okay, let's go back quickly." Flivilla stopped Vesemir, who was about to rush up and beat up the doctor, and said, "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome, Professor Flitwick. This way please, there is a fireplace for the sick."

Flitwick had been a Charms teacher for so many years, so it was no surprise that the therapist knew him, and he dragged Vesemir towards the direction the therapist pointed.

Upon seeing this, Mike also used the floating spell to transport the mummy Arthur and followed him.

Mike didn't quite understand what a patient-only fireplace was at first, but after using it, he understood what it meant to be a patient-only fireplace.

Compared with ordinary fireplaces, there is no difference in appearance between patient-specific fireplaces, except that they are larger.However, in terms of comfort, the fireplace dedicated to patients is far superior to ordinary fireplaces. Mike returned to Professor Flitwick's home almost without feeling any discomfort.

Vesemir had also calmed down, and the three worked together to place Arthur in an empty room before returning to the indoor training ground.

At this time, half of the training ground had collapsed, and gravel was everywhere.Although all the flames have been extinguished, the temperature in the training ground is still very high.

Looking at Professor Flitwick with a hideous face, Mike unconsciously moved slowly towards the door.

He now has the urge to flee here immediately.

"Your training ground is quite strong! It hasn't completely collapsed yet."

Vesemir's voice of exclamation suddenly came, which made Professor Flitwick's face even more ugly.

He really wanted to tell Vesemir exactly how many expensive anti-magic materials were used in this training room, but his rationality prevented him from doing so, because doing so would look like a nouveau riche showing off.

"That's right, let's start sword training." Vesemir said, "Boy, which hand do you usually use to cast spells?"

"Right hand."

"Okay then, go and get a wooden sword from Arthur's Untraceable Stretching Curse Bag."

Mike looked at Vesemir with some doubts and asked, "Is training going to start so soon?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't feel like staying with some annoying guy for a moment, I can leave early after teaching you!"

Flitwick immediately gritted his teeth when he heard the words, but after glancing at Mike, he forcibly endured it and left the indoor training ground silently.

Vesemir on the other side became even more arrogant, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Seeing that Mike hadn't moved yet, Vesemir shouted, "Why are you still standing there! Go get it!"

Withdrawing his complicated eyes from Professor Flitwick's back, Mike took another deep look at Vesemir, did not speak, but picked up a stone and used the transfiguration technique on it.

The gravel was slowly stretched out in Mike's hands, and its color changed rapidly, and it turned into a wooden sword that looked exactly like the sword of the oath of victory in a short while.

A look of surprise flashed across Vesemir's eyes when he saw this, perhaps thinking that Mike was provoking him, Vesemir's tone became unfriendly.

"Boy, don't use magic, attack me with this sword in your left hand!"

Mike, who had long been somewhat dissatisfied with Vesemir's behavior just now, would not give in when he heard that, as soon as Vesemir finished speaking, he rushed over with both hands holding a sword and stabbed him in the head.

That's right, two-handed swords.

He was not prepared to obediently listen to Vesemir's words. The sight of Professor Flitwick's departure just now made him feel a little guilty and sad. It doesn't matter whether he can learn swordsmanship now. Beat up.

However, Mike was still too naive.

Vesemir picked up the rotten wooden cane in his right hand, took advantage of the moment Mike raised his sword and slashed, and stabbed him in the face with a stick, directly stabbing Mike with peach blossoms, lying on the ground and covering his face. The face kept rolling.

"Didn't I tell you to only use your left hand?! Are your ears white? Stand up quickly! Don't cry like a bitch!"

Mike can bear this?

Regardless of his still bleeding nose, Mike quickly picked up the wooden sword that fell aside, and without getting up, he lay on the ground and slashed at Vesemir's intact leg.

In Mike's vision, Vesemir, an old man with a broken leg, should have very weak mobility.And now that he was lying on the ground, his guard against him should be minimized.So my knife should be a must!

Mike could even imagine Vesemir lying on the ground clutching his leg and moaning.

As for you saying that Mike is too mean to a disabled old man?
Sorry, Mike doesn't even know how to spell integrity.He has always been a man who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

however……

It was too late to say it, and Mike had just swung his sword, and Vesemir's rotten wooden crutch arrived.

I saw it directly hit Mike's arm with a stick.

"what!"

With a cry of pain from Mike's mouth, the wooden sword in his hand came out and fell not far away.

Vesemir's sword directly lashed at his numbness, which not only made Mike feel great pain, but also made him lose consciousness in his entire arm.

"Little bastard still wants to sneak attack! You have such a vicious mind at such a young age! I will kill you despicable villain!"

While cursing angrily, the crutch in Vesemir's hand fell on Mike's body like raindrops, making a dull sound.

Vesemir was quite vicious, he picked out the soft parts of Mike's body and beat him, which made Mike extremely painful, and he couldn't return the blow, so he could only roll on the ground.

Eventually, Mike couldn't take it anymore.

'Well, what kind of swordsmanship do I learn as a wizard!My big deal is that I don't want to learn swordsmanship, but I must teach this old man a lesson today! '

Thinking of this, Mike's black prickly pear wand appeared in his right hand as soon as he thought about it.

However, Vesemir's sword had already disabled Mike's right hand, so Mike could only reach out for his wand with his left hand.

Although Mike is right-handed, he can also cast spells with his left hand, but at a slower speed.

As soon as Mike's left hand touched the wand, there was a burst of wind in his ears.Immediately afterwards, Mike was hit on the forehead with a stick before he even had time to look back.

The force of this stick was so great that it directly knocked out the sky full of Venus in Mike's field of vision.

When Mike finally regained consciousness, he found that the wand in his hand had long since disappeared. When he looked up again, he saw Vesemir holding his wand in one hand and the crutch in the other, grinning at him.

Now Mike was desperate, and now he fully understood that Vesemir was trying to teach himself swordsmanship. This was clearly because he had beaten Arthur so badly before, so he took the opportunity of teaching himself swordsmanship to avenge his personal revenge!
The crutches struck again, and Mike had no intention of resisting anymore. Vesemir's swordsmanship was too good, and his untrained body was no match at all, so he could only curl up and use his back to catch the crutches as much as possible.

At this time, outside the door of the training room, Professor Flitwick showed a satisfied smile on the face of Mike's screams.

But hearing the cries inside became more and more miserable, Flitwick also became worried.

However, this worry only lasted for a short moment.

"Mike, this brat, let my training room be like this, let him be beaten for a while longer." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Well! Just half an hour! After half an hour I will Just go in and save him! Hehe!"

(End of this chapter)