Harry Potter Raven's Claw

The eighth floor of Hogwarts is very deserted compared to other floors. There are no classrooms here that little wizards use daily, so people who come here either have ulterior motives, are lost, or are bored.

And Mike is obviously the one with ulterior motives.

At this time, he was standing opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly. This is where the famous Room of Requirement is located.

Legend has it that the Room of Requirement can satisfy almost any need of the user, as long as he walks back and forth across from the tapestry three times while silently reciting what he wants three times in his mind.

Then a door will appear on that bare wall, and when you open it, you'll find a room decorated just to meet your needs.

It is said that Dumbledore once had to pee after a drinking party and couldn't find the toilet. He paced back and forth in front of the Room of Requirements. At this time, a door suddenly appeared on the wall. When he entered, he found that the room was full of people.

A variety of luxurious and luxurious chamber pots.

He also collected the chamber pot he used that night afterwards.

No one knows exactly how Dumbledore discovered the Room of Requirement, but what is certain is that there must be many people who knew about the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts has produced countless outstanding wizards for hundreds of years, and there are definitely some very lucky people among these people.

Mike looked at the wall in front of him and began to pace slowly. His top priority now was to use the Room of Requirement to test whether he could sense the magic when the magic burst out, rather than to explore the secrets of the Room of Requirement.

"I need a training room for training spells..." Mike repeated it three times in his mind.

A door appeared silently on the wall, and he succeeded.

Inside the door is a room somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick's training room, but much larger than his.

The surrounding walls look no different from ordinary walls, but if you cast magic on them, you will find that these walls are incredibly resistant to magic.

There are also training dummies in this training room. They are also alchemy dummies like Flivina's dummies, but the style of these dummies is obviously more primitive and obviously not a product of this era.

"Tarantella!"

As Mike's wand flashed, an alchemy doll not far away began to tap dance.

"It looks pretty good." Mike thought to himself.

After confirming that the facilities at the training ground were in good condition, Mike started today's experiment.

He closed his eyes and remained motionless, and began to arouse the angry emotions in his heart.

The strange thing is that a few minutes have passed, but nothing has happened. It seems that Mike's previous idea about the burst of magic power was correct, and he is indeed slowly losing the ability to burst out of magic power.

But if you want to feel the magic, this is the only way Mike can think of at the moment.

Helpless, Mike could only close his eyes again and recall the most irritating thing in his memory, his daughter Tracy from his previous life.

Trish has always dreamed of becoming a star. If she was talented and followed a normal academic track, maybe Mike would support her.

But her talent was mediocre and she was unwilling to give up her dream. In the end, she even volunteered to be the heroine of the company's new drama in order to sign a contract with a film company. Under normal circumstances, Mike should bless her.

But that new play is one of those indescribable little movies.

The angry Mike rushed to the set with a gun as soon as he received the news.

Thinking back on all this, Mike's expression gradually became ferocious, and the temperature around him also rose rapidly.

Finally, with a roar, a large ball of flames erupted around Mike. The flames burned everything around him indiscriminately. Fortunately, it only existed for a moment, otherwise Mike would have been seriously burned today.

The flames dissipated, revealing Mike lying on the floor with his hands protecting his head.

Mike was not injured, except for the fact that his robe was in tatters due to burns. Even his hair was not damaged because it was protected by his hands.

After trying hard to turn his body over, Mike laughed loudly. He clearly felt the flow of magic power in the burst of magic power just now.

Please forgive Mike and the author's lack of cultural knowledge. We really can't find the exact words and sentences to describe that feeling.

In Mike's original words, the moment the magic burst out, he felt like balls of sticky asphalt moving rapidly through his blood vessels, and the process was extremely rough.

It's hard to describe the asphalt-like thing in detail, but once you experience it once, you will never forget it.

Finally, it reached the surface of my skin and shot out from every pore of my body like a bullet.

Now Mike's whole body was in burning pain, and the backlash from the magic burst just now was very strong.

But he survived, and not only did he survive, he also managed to feel the magic.

Mike struggled to crawl to the corner table where he had placed his wand in case it was destroyed during the experiment.

As a light spot appeared on the tip of the wand, Mike once again felt the flow of magic power.

Although it was weak enough to be ignored, he still felt it. He felt the energy slowly gathering from all over his body, and was finally released through his wand, forming the "fluorescent flash" he was releasing now.

Mike was relieved. If he still couldn't feel it this time, he would have to have another or even several bursts of magic. That would be too dangerous.

Although Mike had a lucky golden finger and was confident that he would not die from the magic burst, perhaps because he was too old, he felt like his whole body was torn apart when the magic burst. It was too painful.

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Although the pain was excruciating, Mike still maintained the "fluorescent flash" and carefully felt the weak flow of magic power.

He had to keep this feeling firmly in mind. If he forgot, it would be in vain.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mike, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes.

Don't get me wrong, Mike didn't fall asleep this time. He had just been feeling the flow of "fluorescent flashing" magic.

Just now, Mike fell into a strange state, and only the weak flow of magic power remained in his perception.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mike felt that the weak flow of magic power became clearer after he exited this state.

Mike struggled to stand up, and decided to end today's experiment here.

Although the pain in his body was much better, he was still physically and mentally exhausted. This was probably the sequelae of excessive use of magic power. Mike just wanted to go back to his bed and take a nap.

When he arrived in the corridor, Mike realized that it was completely dark. The corridor was pitch black, and the only light source was the faint light on Mike's wand.

He steeled himself and walked towards Ravenclaw's tower. The footsteps that originally sounded negligible during the day echoed in the corridor and spread far away.

As he passed the door of a classroom, a pair of big hands stretched out from inside, covered Mike's mouth and pulled him into the dark classroom.