Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Mike was unhappy all of a sudden, because he was also the duel champion of Hogwarts, a genius recognized by the whole school. Are you saying now that I can't pass this bullshit trial?

"Mr. Vesemir thinks I'm not talented enough?" Mike said in a voice, "or do you have other reasons?"

"Humph! I started to contradict the old people at a young age, it's really going downhill!" Vesemir said, "To tell you the truth, the key to passing the grass trial is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, Arthur It's impossible to become a witcher."

"The Green Grass Trial is actually a whole set of magical human transformation methods, including exclusive potions and specialized operations. This method has long since been lost, and it took me my whole life to recover 80%. The survival rate of this transformation is Very low, even if the reformation is successful, the reformed person will suffer great pain. Once the reformed person is not firm, it is very likely that he will die alive and painful. Most witchers, even if they finally pass the test, will stay Under the psychological shadow, lead to extreme things in the future.

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

Hearing that, Mike's fiery eyes quickly cooled down. He originally thought that the grass trial was similar to the Ravenclaw trial, but he didn't expect it to be a magical body transformation.

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

The drawbacks of the forbidden spell of magical body transformation are too many, just look at Voldemort to understand. When he was young, he was still a handsome young man, and he could even fool the descendants of Hufflepuffs by relying on his handsome face. A middle-aged rich woman gave him the golden cup of her family heirloom Hufflepuff.

However, after he went out to travel, he transformed himself into a ghost without a nose after performing a magical body transformation on himself for the sake of strength.

Although Arthur hasn't changed much, he can't actually be regarded as a human being, which can be seen from his eyes with golden snake pupils. Mike even suspects that he is now infertile.

Seeing that Mike was lost in thought, Vesemir thought it was because his words were heavy, so he said a little embarrassedly: "You don't have to be sad. Arthur has his luck, and you also have your talent. I will teach you to duel as soon as I get back. Swordsmanship! Paired with your magical talent, it's no worse than a witcher."

Mike nodded.

The reason for the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried that Vesemir would go back on it, and even Flitwick and Mike didn't even mention it along the way. Thamir trusts.

Obviously, Vesemir did not let Mike down.

"Who is Vesemir?"

Suddenly, a tired voice came.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a therapist wearing a dark green treatment suit leaning out from the treatment room and looking out.

After seeing him, Vesemir suddenly became excited, picked up his crutches and limped in front of him.

"Doctor! How is Arthur?"

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

Vesemir was stunned when he heard the words. He couldn't believe what the therapist said. After all, Arthur's previous injuries were so severe that almost all the skin on his body was burned off. The therapist is now Telling him that he has been cured and everything is fine, he has a big psychological gap.

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

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

"No, I'm not..."

"Stop fussing, take people away!"

Vesemir, who had been outraged in front of Mike before, had no temper in front of the therapist at all. After being scolded for a while, he had to walk into the treatment room with Mike and others obediently.

As soon as you enter the treatment room, there is an indescribable strange smell coming from the surface.

Let Mike twitch his nose instinctively.

The smell wasn't alcohol, but a potion-like smell Mike had never smelled.

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

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

"Arthur! How are you! Are you alright!"

Vesemir didn't want his cane either, and threw it at Arthur's bedside.

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

As soon as this statement came out, the eyes of Mike and the others became strange. They looked suspiciously at the therapist who led them in, especially Vesemir. The meaning in their eyes was that if you didn't make it clear, they would dig for you overnight. The pit is buried.

"Uh, in fact, his injury is not serious, just some burns. Although the area is a bit large, it is not too difficult for us." The therapist explained, "Because it is too painful to re-skin, usually We will all anaesthetize the patient. But this man, his body's resistance to magic and potions are too high, whether it is life and death water or stun spells are useless to him, so..."

He said that Mike already understood what was going on, which was similar to what he meant when he suddenly woke up during an operation and found himself dismembered, but what Arthur encountered was obviously much more miserable.

Mike only saw that, at least he didn't feel the pain and was stunned again. And Arthur, he not only witnessed it all, but also felt it all the way...

"Sigh~"

Just thinking about Mike gave me goosebumps and looked at Arthur on the hospital bed with sympathy.

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

"You're welcome, Professor Flitwick. This way, please, there's a patient-only fireplace here."

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

When Mike saw this, he also used the floating spell to carry the mummy Arthur to follow.

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

Compared with ordinary fireplaces, patient-specific fireplaces are no different in appearance, except that they are larger. But in terms of comfort, the patient-specific fireplace is far superior to ordinary fireplaces, and Mike barely felt any discomfort and returned to Professor Flitwick's home.

Vesemir has also calmed down, and the three of them 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 there were gravel everywhere. Although the flames have all been extinguished, the temperature in the training ground is still very high.

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

He now has the urge to flee here immediately.

"Your training ground is pretty solid! It hasn't collapsed yet."

Vesemir's amazed voice suddenly came, making Professor Flitwick's face even more ugly.

He wanted to tell Vesemir how much expensive anti-magic material was used in this training room, but reason prevented him from doing so, because it was like a show of upstart.

"This is just right, then 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 Traceless Stretch Charm bag."

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

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

Flitwick gnashed his teeth immediately after hearing 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 roared, "What are you still doing! Hurry up and get it!"

Taking his complicated gaze away from Professor Flitwick's back, Mike took a deep look at Vesemir again. He didn't speak, but picked up a stone and used Transfiguration on it.

I saw the gravel slowly spread out in Mike's hand, and its color changed rapidly, and soon it turned into a wooden sword with the same shape as the Sword of Victory Pledge.

A look of surprise flashed across Vesemir's eyes upon seeing this, perhaps thinking that Mike was provoking himself, and Vesemir's tone began to become unkind.

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

Mike, who had long been dissatisfied with Vesemir's actions just now, would be humble when he heard that. As soon as Vesemir's words fell, he rushed over with swords in both hands and stabbed him in the forehead.

That's right, it's a two-handed sword.

He wasn't ready to listen to Vesemir's words. The figure 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, the important thing is to give this bad disabled old man to him. Beat up.

However, Mike was still too naive.

I saw Vesemir pick up the rotten wooden crutch that he was leaning on in his right hand, and when Mike raised his sword and chopped, he stabbed him in the face with a stick, and directly stabbed Mike with a peach blossom on his face, lying on the ground covering his face. The face kept rolling.

"Didn't you just use your left hand?! Are your ears white? Get up! Don't cry like a bitch!"

Mike can bear this?

Regardless of his still bleeding nose, Mike quickly picked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the side, and without getting up, he lay on the ground and slashed towards 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 is lying on the ground, his guard against himself should be minimized. So this knife should be a must!

Mike could even imagine how Vesemir would be lying on the ground, clutching his legs and moaning.

As for you saying that Mike is so 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 anything to achieve his goals.

However……

It was too late to say that, Mike had just swung a sword of Vesemir's rotten wooden cane and arrived.

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

"what!"

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

Vesemir's sword slammed directly into his numbness, which not only caused Mike to feel great pain, but also made his entire arm lose consciousness.

"Little bastard still wants to sneak attack! At such a young age, your mind is so sinister! I'll beat you to death, you despicable villain!"

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

Vesemir is quite sinister. He specifically picked the soft parts of Mike's body to beat him, which made Mike extremely painful, and he couldn't fight back, so he could only roll on the ground.

In the end, Mike couldn't take it anymore.

'Oh, what kind of swordsmanship does a wizard learn! It's a big deal for me if I don't learn swordsmanship, I must teach this old man a lesson today! ’

Thinking of this, Mike's black thorn pear wood wand appeared on his right hand.

However, Vesemir's previous sword had disabled Mike's right hand, so Mike could only stretch out his left hand to get the wand.

Although Mike is right-handed, he can actually 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 ear. Immediately after, Mike was slapped on the forehead with a stick before he even had time to turn around.

This stick used great strength, and directly knocked out the sky of Venus in Mike's field of vision.

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

Mike is desperate now. He now fully understands that Vesemir wants to teach himself swordsmanship. This is obviously because he beat Arthur too badly before, so he takes the opportunity of teaching himself swordsmanship to avenge his personal revenge!

The crutches attacked again, and Mike had no desire to resist. Vesemir's swordsmanship was really good. His untrained body was no match for him at all. He could only curl up and try to use his back to pick up the crutches.

At this time, outside the door of the training room, listening to the screams from Mike inside, Professor Flitwick showed a satisfied smile on his face.

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

But this worry only lasted for a brief moment.

"Mike, this stinky boy, make my training room like this, let him be beaten a little longer." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Well! Just half an hour! In half an hour, I will Go in and save him! Haha!"