Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 211 What are you thinking about?

Outside the door, listening to the faint sound of collapse coming from the training room, Mike scratched his hair in distress.

This is really frustrating.

I should have controlled the power of the spell. Professor Flitwick's training room cost a lot of money, and now most of it has collapsed after being hit by this blast. Professor Flitwick will definitely skin me alive later.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the living room is empty now. Professor Flitwick and Master Arthur are nowhere to be seen.

He had been using his magic perception just now, so he knew that Professor Flitwick and Lolo had used Apparition to save Arthur and his apprentice at the last minute. However, they had just left in a flash, so where could he find them?
With a long sigh, Mike shook his head helplessly.

It is definitely not an option to just leave. I still have to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir. Now that I have beaten his favorite disciple like that, it is reasonable for me to go and visit him.

But where are they now?

Mike's mind was racing, trying to guess where they might go.

Considering that Arthur was now seriously injured and in urgent need of treatment, Mike realized that Professor Flitwick might have taken them directly to the hospital.

The best and only public hospital in the British wizarding world is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries!

Mike snapped his fingers crisply and called Shuke's name.

The next second, the house-elf Shuke appeared in front of him.

"Shuke, can you take me to St. Mungo's?"

"No problem, Master. I've been to St. Mungo's with my previous master." Shuke paused and said, "But Master, we'd better teleport to the entrance of the hospital, because the doctors hate people teleporting directly into the hospital."

Mike nodded, squatted down, put his hand on Shuke's shoulder, and signaled him to set off immediately.

With a crisp snap of fingers, Mike's vision blurred and he appeared in a small alley.

This alley, like many other alleys in the city, was filled with garbage. Looking at the garbage, Mike nodded with emotion.

When he first came into this world, he could only pick up food from such garbage dumps.

Fortunately, Mike is not the kind of person who likes to reminisce. After letting Shuke leave first, he cast an illusion spell on himself and came to the street.

He is now wearing a magic robe, and it would be troublesome if he was seen by passers-by.

Under Shuke's guidance, Mike came to an old red brick building.

The sign on the building reads 'Qingjin Department Store', but a sign saying "Closed for renovation" was hung on the store's door.

Mike, who has been in the wizarding world for two years, is no longer a rookie and naturally knows how to enter St. Mungo's.

He did not shy away from the Muggles passing by and said directly to an ugly doll in front of the window: "I am here to visit the patient."

After explaining the purpose of the visit, the doll nodded slightly and waved its connected fingers.

Seeing this, Mike ran straight into the glass of the lunch box display as if it wasn't there.

The feeling of walking through the gate of St. Mungo's was very similar to that of walking through the Nine and Three Quarters Wall. Mike closed his eyes and opened them again, and he appeared in a crowded reception area.

This reception area was bustling with people, most of whom were patients and their families in casual clothes. There were far fewer doctors and nurses in dark green treatment uniforms. It seemed that the medical resources in the wizarding world were also quite tight.

After taking a quick look around the magic hospital, Mike came to the information desk where there were dedicated staff on duty.

At this time, a young man was arguing with the beautiful receptionist at the information desk with red ears, but no matter what he said, the receptionist had a stern face and looked indifferent.

Fortunately, their argument only lasted a moment, and the man walked away soon after.

Only after the man left did the beautiful receptionist breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hello, did two elderly wizards, one tall and one short, come here with a patient with severe burns just now? I am their friend, and I am here to visit the injured."

"Name, identity." The beautiful receptionist glanced at Mike and saw that he was a boy who was still childish, so she said unhappily, "You are not yet an adult, right? Minor wizards need to be accompanied by a guardian to visit patients."

As soon as Mike heard this tone, he knew that this beautiful woman was taking out her anger on him. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he said in a somewhat cold tone: "Why? How come I have never heard of such a rule?"

"We added it not long ago because underage wizards who lack discipline often can't control themselves and touch those expensive medical instruments and potions. In order to protect these things, we have no choice but to resort to this last resort."

You are treating me like a naughty child!

Mike's face turned completely black, and his right hand, which was tied with the combat wand sheath, opened and closed eagerly. To be honest, if this wasn't in the hospital, Mike would definitely teach him a lesson.

"It's okay, Thorin, I know him, just let him in."

A familiar voice came from the side. Mike looked and saw a magic portrait hanging high on the wall not far away. It showed an old witch with long silver curly hair. At this moment, the old witch was looking at Mike with a kind face.

When Mike saw the portrait of the old witch, he was stunned for a moment, because he had seen the portrait of this witch in Dumbledore's office before, and later he specifically checked her identity.

This witch is the legendary witch: Dalis Devonte.

This witch with long silver curly hair is an outstanding healer. She served as the dean of St. Mungo's for 19 years and saved countless lives with her superb healing skills. And after leaving St. Mungo's, she immediately became the headmaster of Hogwarts for 27 years, and her reputation was outstanding.

Mike was not surprised that the portrait of this witch was hung in St. Mungo's. What surprised him was that the Devonte in the portrait actually knew him. So, does that mean that magical portraits of the same person share memories? Or is there actually only one person in the portrait, but he can move in any of his own portraits regardless of space?
"Yes! Ms. Devonte!" The receptionist was obviously afraid of Ms. Devonte. She started to look up information in a panic. After a moment, she said, "They are in the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor!"

Hearing this, Mike didn't think any more about it. He thanked Ms. Devonte and took the magic elevator to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital is the Spell Injury Department, which specializes in dealing with injuries caused by spells. For example, if you randomly transform your biological mother into a tigress and cannot change back, you need to come here for treatment.

The fourth floor is the Department of Potions and Plant Poisoning.

The third floor is the Department of Strange Bacteria Infection. This department specializes in treating some strange diseases, such as dragon pox, dragon forest disease, etc. Among them, Mike has heard of a magical case, dragon forest disease. This disease is an epidemic disease, and it only exists in dragons, and it is difficult for humans to be infected. Mike really doesn't understand how the patient contracted this disease, because the transmission route of this disease is indescribable. The second floor is the Department of Biological Injury, which specializes in treating injuries caused by magical creatures, but sometimes when people are attacked by poisonous creatures such as poisonous leopards and poisoned, they will be transferred to the fourth floor.

The first floor is the artifact damage department. There's nothing much to say about this. If you encounter a crucible explosion or get hit by a Bludger, this is the right place to go.

After walking around the fifth floor for a while, Mike found Flitwick and Vesemir, who were waiting at the door of the treatment room.

Compared to Vesemir, who was staring at the door of the treatment room with an anxious look on his face, Professor Flitwick seemed much more relaxed. Mike noticed him as soon as he walked in.

"Mike, why are you here?"

"I came to see Arthur..."

Mike had only said half of his words when Vesemir, leaning on his crutches, ran over angrily and reached out to grab Mike by the collar.

However, the Duel Champion Badge had already fully charged by then, and Vesemir's movements were so large that it was considered an external physical attack.

Ever since.

"bump!"

Vesemir never expected that Mike would fight back, so he crashed into the armored body without slowing down at all, and because he was leaning on a crutch with his center of gravity leaning forward, he was hit on the face first.

Looking at Vesemir, who was curled up on the ground with tears and nose bleeding, Michael and Flitwick were speechless.

In the end, it was Professor Flitwick who came forward to help him up, stuffed two pieces of white cloth into his nostrils, and coaxed him for a long time before he gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Mike on the spot.

From the conversation between the two, Mike also learned about Arthur's current situation.

Arthur was an incredibly resilient kid. Even though he was seriously injured, he did not fall into a near-death state. He was still alive and kicking when he was pushed into the treatment room.

Of course, this was largely due to the fact that Flitwick sent him to the hospital immediately, otherwise even he would have to kneel.

After hearing all this, Mike also joined the conversation between the two. At first, Vesemir was a little indifferent to Mike, but he quickly succumbed to Mike's verbal attack and began to be willing to have some conversation with Mike.

Seeing this, Mike's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and at the same time he thought to himself:
"He's just an old kid."

Both Flitwick and Michael were smart men, so the topic quickly shifted from Arthur's injuries to Arthur's abilities.

"Hey, Vesemir, your beloved disciple is really strong! He almost cut Mike in half with one sword."

Flitwick was talking, but he was winking at Mike frantically. Mike naturally understood, and without saying anything polite, he just nodded and said:

"Yeah yeah!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Look at who taught you this!"

Professor Flitwick saw that Vesemir was gradually starting to let himself go, and he began to reveal his true intentions.

"How do you teach? Can we exchange experiences?" Professor Flitwick said, "Also, didn't you say that your student is a Muggle? How come he seems to know magic? Besides, his physical fitness is abnormally strong."

As soon as these words were spoken, the bright smile on Vesemir's face immediately disappeared, and his face turned stern and he remained silent.

He was not a fool, so he could naturally hear that Flitwick was trying to trick him.

Just when Mike was about to change the subject to ease the awkwardness, he looked around and saw that there were only three of them around, so he said:

"Arthur is indeed a Muggle with no magical talent. Even his swordsmanship talent is average. But his willpower is very strong. I believe you have all witnessed this."

Mike nodded silently. He had no doubt about this because he was deeply impressed by the way Arthur rushed towards him desperately despite being burned all over.

"It was because of his strong willpower that he passed the Green Grass Trial and gained extraordinary power."

Vesemir sighed at this point, while Professor Flitwick beside him was shocked and said in a tone of disbelief: "The Green Grass Trial you mentioned..."

"Yes, that's what you think."

Mike had a look of question marks on his face; he really couldn't understand the conversation between the two people.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick noticed his doubts and explained, "In ancient times, wizards were not that powerful, so the world did not belong to humans alone. Monsters were rampant at that time, so a completely different profession from wizards was born, the demon hunter!

Demon hunters take it as their duty to protect ordinary people and eradicate monsters. When they were strong, they even targeted dark wizards. However, as the saying goes, “the best is the worst”, the demon hunters soon became weak. They later became mercenaries similar to rangers. Some of them even don’t care who the target is, as long as they can get money, they will take action.

By the end of the Middle Ages, witchers had completely disappeared, and the method of becoming a witcher had been lost.

It is impossible to know how demon hunters were born, but according to the only available information, if you want to become a demon hunter, you must pass a test called Green Grass! "

After listening to Flitwick's explanation, Michael immediately became excited. Since Arthur possessed the power of a witcher, it meant that Vesemir had found the method of the Trial of Grass.

Then if I establish a good relationship with the other party and then take out the Green Grass Trial, wouldn't I be able to obtain physical fitness like Arthur?

He could even use the Green Grass Trial on his own subordinates. Wouldn't it be great if all of his subordinates were little supermen?

Thinking of this, Mike's gaze was fixed on Vesemir, and his eyes gradually became hot.

Vesemir seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable with Mike's scorching gaze. He snorted coldly, looked at Mike with some contempt and said, "I can see that you, a student, are a person who puts profit above all else! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I'm telling you right now. With your ability, you will never pass the Green Grass Trial!"

The implication is:
You're thinking about ass!
Thanks for the reward from the deposed Duke of Dinan.

In addition, I feel that my water skills have improved recently.

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(End of this chapter)