Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

The eighth floor of Hogwarts is very deserted compared to other floors. There are no classrooms 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 the tapestry three times and silently says what he wants three times in his mind.

A door will then appear on that bare wall, and when you open it you will find a room furnished just to suit 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 later kept the chamber pot he had used that night.

No one knows 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 magic spells..." Mike repeated it three times in his mind.

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

Inside the door was 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.

"Looks 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 mobilize the anger in his heart.

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

But 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 thing that made him most angry in his memory, his daughter Tracy in his previous life.

Trish has always dreamed of becoming a star, and if she was gifted 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 become the heroine of the company's new drama in order to sign a contract with the 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 was also rising rapidly.

Finally, with a roar. A large ball of flames erupted around Mike, and 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. There was no injury at all except that the robe on his body was burned and torn. 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 in the burst of magic 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 his skin and was shot out from every pore of his 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 managed to feel the magic.

Mac scrambled 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 staff, Mike once again felt the flow of magic.

Although it was weak enough to be ignored, he still felt it. He felt the energy slowly gathering from all over his body, and 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 power, which would be too dangerous.

Although Mike has a lucky golden finger and is confident that he will not die from the magic burst, but perhaps because he is too old, he feels like his whole body will be torn apart when the magic bursts out. It hurt so much.

Although it hurt like hell, Mike still maintained the "fluorescent flash" and carefully felt the weak flow of magic power.

He had to remember this feeling, for 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 he decided that today's experiment would end here first.

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.

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

When 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.