Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 209 I am an ordinary person
These golden eyes gave Mike a feeling as if he was naked in front of others, which made him very uncomfortable.

Just as Mike was staring at the dark brown-haired boy, the old man on the sofa next to him suddenly spoke.

"Is this the genius student you've been bragging about? He doesn't look that great!"

The old man's voice was very hoarse and strange, as if he was not relying on sound.

Mike looked over and saw a hideous scar on the old man's throat. He concluded that the old man's vocal cords were injured.

"Vesemir, you are always like this. You will take advantage of others even if it is just verbal gain!"

Professor Flitwick mercilessly retorted to the sarcastic words of the old man named Vesemir. The other party was obviously not a good person either, and then said, "Aren't you the same as when you were young? You still believe in your theory that talent is supreme and magic is supreme. I came here this time to tell you with facts! Hard work can beat talent!"

As he spoke, Vesemir stood up, limped to the door using a rotten branch as a crutch, and looked down at Flitwick.

It was not until then that Mike discovered that Vesemir only had one good leg. His left leg was obviously disabled. In fact, due to years of disuse, the muscles in his left leg had atrophied, causing his left leg to look much smaller than his right leg.

Vesemir was not actually that tall, even a little shorter than Mike, only about 170cm tall. He could look down at Professor Flitwick because Professor Flitwick was too short.

Professor Flitwick was obviously very unhappy to be looked down upon by Vesemir with such a mocking look, but for some reason he did not lose his temper. He just took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and explained to the other party:

"Vesemir, I have changed. I am now a professor at Hogwarts, and I treat all my students equally! And I want to apologize to you, too. I shouldn't have said that untalented mediocre people like you are the rubbish of society, and that living is a sheer waste of food!"

After he finished speaking, the corner of Mike's eye twitched violently. Professor Flitwick's first half of the sentence was fine, but in the second half, his tone suddenly rose as if he could no longer suppress his anger.

Anyone could see that the second half of his sentence was not an apology, but another insult to Vesemir.

As expected, Vesemir was no fool. His intact eye burned with anger as he said, "You insult me ​​again! You insult me ​​again! Fine! I will duel with you today!"

"Vesemir, forget it. How can you fight me with one eye and one leg missing?" Flitwick said sarcastically. "Besides, you actually believe in my theory of talent, don't you? Otherwise, why would you accept a genius as your disciple?"

"Genius! You mean Arthur? Hahahaha! Filius, you are really getting old and confused! Arthur is just an ordinary person without any talent for magic, and his talent in swordsmanship is only above average!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike were both shocked when they heard this. They had never expected that the young man who had made such inhuman movements when receiving the wine would be a Muggle with no magical talent.

At this time, the boy named Arthur saw that his teacher finally mentioned him, so he walked forward, scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and said, "Hello, my name is Arthur Mitchell. I'm so sorry for almost knocking over your wine, Professor Flitwick."

"Are you really a Muggle?"

Professor Flitwick still couldn't believe what Vesemir said, so he asked again.

Arthur didn't seem to have any taboos about this topic. He smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, I am a Muggle, but I prefer to call myself an ordinary person who can't do magic. In fact, I am still an orphan. If it weren't for Teacher Vesemir who picked me up, I might have starved to death. So... can you stop arguing with the teacher? The teacher actually misses you very much... Oh!"

Before Arthur could finish his words, Vesemir, who was standing beside him, hit him on the head with his crutch, knocking back the words he hadn't even finished.

Vesemir used so much force that the cane made a dull thud when it hit Arthur's head, and Mike gasped.

He thought to himself that this old man was really ruthless to his own apprentice. After being hit by this cane, Arthur would probably be unable to get up for a long time, and would also have a big bump on his head.

However, what surprised Mike was that Arthur, who was hit hard by Vesemir, just screamed in pain, and even his body did not shake much.

Seeing this, Mike's eyes twitched again. Are you still considered an ordinary person! ?

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and find a place to start the duel! I can't wait to see Arthur beat your shitty disciple into crying for his daddy!"

After beating Arthur, Vesemir didn't even look at Arthur again, but turned around and challenged Flitwick to a duel.

Although Flitwick had looked down on Mike before, he obviously didn't want to destroy his own prestige now, so he stopped and said, "I say, Vesemir, you are not still asleep, are you? Mike will lose? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

“Haha, let’s see what happens!” Vesemir raised his eyebrows and said, “The space here is too small to fully demonstrate our skills. Let’s go to the yard!”

After saying that, Vesemir took Arthur and was about to go outside. Seeing this, Flitwick sneered, walked to a corner of the living room, opened the door of the training ground, and walked in first.

Vesemir and Arthur were a little at a loss when they saw this. They didn't understand why Flitwick went into the room.

"Hello, my name is Mike Townley, and I'm Professor Flitwick's student."

Mike smiled when he saw this, and while introducing himself, he extended his hand towards Vesemir wanting to shake hands with him.

However, Vesemir did not appreciate it, turned his head and looked elsewhere, deliberately not shaking hands with Mike. Seeing this, Arthur, who was standing by, smiled and stepped forward, holding Mike's outstretched right hand with both hands and shaking it up and down vigorously.

Arthur was very strong, and Mike couldn't resist his actions at all. His outstretched right hand was shaken by him, which hurt a lot and he gasped.

Vesemir, who was standing by, looked even more disdainful upon seeing this.

Mike finally pulled his hand back and shook it off with a frown. He took Vesemir's look to heart, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He said in a respectful but cold tone:
"That is the training ground in Professor Flitwick's home. Please follow me, both of you."

After saying that, Mike no longer paid any attention to the two men and walked into the training ground without looking back.

Although Vesemir and the others looked puzzled, they finally followed Mike into the room.

What’s funny is that after Arthur followed Vesemir into the training ground, he actually carefully closed the entrance door of the training ground. Looking at his slow movements, it was obvious that he was afraid that he would break things again with his clumsy hands and feet.

As soon as the two entered the training ground, they were stunned by Flitwick's generosity. They stared at the vast training ground and the training dummies on the field in amazement.

Vesemir had seen the world and naturally understood the value of this training ground with a lot of traceless stretching spells, while Arthur was just a country bumpkin who had just come to the city. Seeing him wanting to touch everything but afraid of damaging it, both Mike and Flitwick found it a little funny. "Okay, stop wasting time! Let's get started! Forget about dueling etiquette!"

With Professor Flitwick's shout, Vesemir and Arthur finally came back to their senses.

Vesemir's dark face flushed red, as if he was ashamed of his inexperienced look. Arthur didn't care about that, and hurried to a place 50 meters away from Mike, and took out a shiny long sword from a dirty bag of traceless stretch spells on his waist, indicating that he was ready to start the duel at any time.

Mike narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this.

Mike had been observing Arthur since he first met him, this young man with short dark brown hair. Whether it was his inhuman behavior next to the wine rack or the fact that he was hit on the head by Vesemir's cane but remained unharmed, all of these proved Mike's previous guess.

This guy's physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people!

Normally, the distance between the two parties in a wizard duel should be kept within 10 meters, but the opponent walked directly to within meters of Mike.

This made Mike a little confused. A person whose main output ability was close combat actually gave up his distance advantage on his own initiative?
Are you too confident?
As he thought of this, the blackthorn wood wand popped out of the wand case and appeared silently in Mike's hand.

Since the other party wants to play the pig and eat the tiger, he wants to see who is the tiger that gets eaten between the two of them!

Professor Flitwick, who was standing by, saw that both sides were ready and did not waste any more time, but simply shouted, "Let the game begin."

As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, the wand in Mike's hand began to wave like a butterfly flying through flowers, and mysterious spells came out of his mouth. In an instant, a circle of green light surrounded Mike's feet, and his body disappeared from the spot.

Mike's standard opening move, Disillusionment Spell plus Wind Speed ​​Spell!

Anyone familiar with Mike's fighting style knows that after using these two moves, Mike will run quickly and irregularly.

But this time Mike didn't make any movement. After becoming invisible, he still stayed there motionless.

What others don't know is that the reason why Mike started running after becoming invisible was actually to avoid the spells that might be shot blindly by the enemy. But now Mike is facing Arthur, whose attack range is extremely small, so running is naturally unnecessary.

At the same time, Mike had a guess he wanted to confirm.

Looking at Arthur who was rushing towards him, a slight curve appeared at the corner of Mike's mouth.

His guess was correct. The other party's golden eyes did have the effect of breaking invisibility.

Most people's first reaction when seeing their opponent suddenly become invisible is to stay where they are while looking around for any clues.

But Arthur launched a charge directly towards where Mike was originally.

Well, now it is certain.

The other party is following Geralt's path!

After making a judgment, Mike turned around and ran. Relying on the high maneuverability brought by the wind speed spell, he instantly widened the distance between the two at a speed faster than Arthur.

At the same time, Mike's hands and mouth kept moving, and huge magic power carrying pure mental power quietly penetrated into the ground of the training ground.

Through the previous mirror image battle with Geralt, Mike had already figured out the way to deal with Arthur, which was to use the Earth Spike Technique to fly a kite!
After all, you are a melee fighter, and your attack distance is your biggest weakness.

Although Arthur's silver sword was obviously not ordinary, and his armor could be chopped off with one blow, but the other party was also mortal, and Mike didn't believe that he would not be injured if he stabbed him with his earth piercing technique?

As Arthur was thinking this, a sharp spike suddenly appeared diagonally in front of him while he was charging at high speed.

This ground spike obviously predicted his movement trajectory. At his current speed, he couldn't change his direction much. Mike seemed to be able to see the ground spike piercing into Arthur's body.

The next moment, Arthur suddenly shouted out a meaningless word.

"Queen!"

As the roar was uttered, an inverted triangle-shaped orange-yellow rune flashed by, and then a circular shield that was slightly darker than the armor suddenly appeared, wrapping Arthur completely.

At the same time, Arthur crashed into the oncoming spikes without slowing down.

The bloody scene that Mike imagined did not appear. The sharp spikes shattered the moment they came into contact with the dark shield and turned into rubble all over the sky.

This is not a big deal.

This time, Mike released not just one ground spike, but five.

Then the next four ground spikes also drilled out of the ground, accurately predicted Arthur's running trajectory, and stabbed towards his thighs.

However, Arthur was like a tank. Relying on the protection of his solid shield, he ignored the spikes and ran over them.

Mike was stunned for a moment, and his steps were also stuttered. But he reacted immediately, waving his wand again, and a thick stone pillar tilted out from under Arthur's feet, trying to repel Arthur.

But what surprised Mike was that Arthur actually smiled when he saw this, and then stomped his right foot hard, breaking the stone floor of the training ground into pieces. He then jumped high, stepped on the thick stone pillars and took the lead again, jumping directly above Mike at an exaggerated speed.

Then, Arthur held the sword with both hands and raised the silver sword shining with cold light above his head. He adjusted his body slightly in the air and chopped straight down at Mike!
"Ha!" (Happy New Year, brother and sister-in-law!)

(End of this chapter)