Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 212 Public revenge and private revenge
Mike was immediately unhappy. After all, he was the dueling champion of Hogwarts and a recognized genius in the school. You're saying now that I can't pass this bullshit grass test?
"Mr. Vesemir, do you think I'm not talented enough?" Mike asked, "Or do you have other reasons?"

"Humph! You're so young and you're already talking back to the old man. This is really a sign of moral decline!" Vesemir said, "To be honest with you, the key to passing the Trial of the Green Grass is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, even with Arthur's talent, he wouldn't be able to become a demon hunter."

"The Trial of Green Grass is actually a complete set of magical human body transformation methods, which include exclusive potions and special operations. This method has long been lost, and I have spent my entire life trying to find only 80% of it. The survival rate of this transformation is extremely low. Even if the transformation is successful, the transformed person will have to endure great pain. Once the transformed person's will is not firm, it is very likely that he will die in pain. Most demon hunters, even if they pass the trial in the end, will be left with psychological trauma, which will lead to extreme behavior in the future.

And Arthur, he is definitely the most determined person I have ever met! To be honest, I have never seen him cry since I adopted him!"

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

If it was the former, Mike would definitely try every possible means to get the method, but as for the latter, forget it.

There are too many disadvantages of forbidden magic such as magical body transformation. Just look at Voldemort and you will understand. When he was young, he was still a handsome man. He could even rely on his handsome face to deceive the descendants of Hufflepuff. A middle-aged rich woman gave him her heirloom Hufflepuff gold cup.

But when he went out to travel, he transformed his body with magic for strength and turned into a ghost without a nose.

Although Arthur had not changed much, he could not be considered a human being, as could be seen from his golden snake-like eyes. Mike even suspected that he had lost his fertility.

Seeing Mike lost in thought, Vesemir thought he had said something too harsh, so he said apologetically, "Don't be sad. Arthur has his fate, and you have your talent. I will teach you dueling swordsmanship when we get back! With your magical talent, you are no worse than a demon hunter."

Mike nodded when he heard this.

The cause of the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried at all that Vesemir would go back on his word. In fact, Flitwick and Mike did not even mention this matter along the way, giving Vesemir full trust.

Apparently, Vesemir did not disappoint Mike either.

"Who is Vesemir?"

Suddenly, a voice that sounded a little tired was heard.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw a therapist in dark green treatment clothes leaning half of his body out of the treatment room and looking outside.

After seeing him, Vesemir suddenly became excited, picked up his crutches and limped to him.

"Doctor! How is Arthur?"

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

Vesemir was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't believe what the therapist said. After all, Arthur's previous injuries were too serious. Almost all of his skin was burned. Now that the therapist told him that he was cured and he was fine, he felt a huge psychological gap.

"You, you are not kidding, right? He is so badly injured..."

"If you don't trust us, why did you send us here?"

"No, I'm not..."

"Don't waste time, take him away!"

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

As soon as he entered the treatment room, an indescribable strange smell came over him, causing Mike to twitch his nose instinctively.

The smell was not of alcohol, but a smell similar to potion that Mike had never smelled before.

After walking a little further inside, I saw a mummy wrapped in white bandages, staring blankly at the ceiling, with traces of tears in the corners of its eyes.

Although only a pair of eyes were exposed, those golden eyes were so representative that Vesemir and others recognized him as Arthur at once.

"Arthur! How are you? Are you okay?"

Vesemir no longer wanted his cane, so he threw it aside and rushed to Arthur's bed.

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

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of Mike and others became strange, and they looked at the therapist who led them in with confusion, especially Vesemir. The meaning in his eyes was clearly that if you don’t explain clearly, he will dig a hole for you to bury you overnight.

"Well, his injuries are not serious, just some burns. Although the area is a bit large, it is not too difficult for us." The healer explained, "Because it is too painful to grow new skin, we usually anesthetize the patient. But this person, his body's resistance to magic and potions is too high, neither the water of life and death nor the coma spell are effective on him, so..."

By the time he said this, Mike already understood what was going on. It was similar to when he suddenly woke up during surgery and found himself cut open, but what Arthur experienced was obviously much more tragic.

Mike only saw it, at least he didn't feel any pain before he was knocked unconscious again. As for Arthur, he not only witnessed everything, but also felt it all...

"Sigh~"

Mike couldn't help but get goosebumps just thinking about it, and his eyes were full of sympathy when he looked at Arthur on the hospital bed.

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

"You're welcome, Professor Flitwick. This way, please. There's a fireplace for patients."

Flitwick had been a Charms teacher for so many years, so he was not surprised at all that the therapist knew him. He dragged Vesemir in the direction the therapist pointed.

Seeing this, Mike used a levitation spell to carry the mummy Arthur and followed.

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

Compared with ordinary fireplaces, the patient-specific fireplace is no different in appearance, except that it is a little bigger. However, the patient-specific fireplace is much more comfortable than ordinary fireplaces. Mike returned to Professor Flitwick's home without feeling any discomfort.

Vesemir had 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, the training ground had collapsed halfway, and there were rubble everywhere. Although the flames had been extinguished, the temperature inside the training ground was still very high.

Looking at Professor Flitwick's ferocious face, Mike unconsciously moved slowly towards the door.

He now had the urge to escape from here immediately.

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

Vesemir's exclamation suddenly came, making Professor Flitwick's face even uglier. He wanted to tell Vesemir how much expensive anti-magic materials were used in this training room, but reason stopped him from doing so, because doing so would be like a nouveau riche showing off.

"That's great. Let's start sword training." Vesemir said, "Boy, which hand do you usually use to cast spells?"

"Right hand."

"Well, go get a wooden sword from Arthur's bag of traceless extension spells."

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

"Cut the crap, I don't want to stay with some annoying guy for even a moment, if I finish teaching you sooner, I can leave sooner!"

Upon hearing this, Flitwick immediately gritted his teeth, but after looking at Mike, he forced himself to hold it back and silently left the indoor training ground.

Vesemir on the other side became a little more arrogant, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Seeing that Mike hadn't made any move, Vesemir yelled, "What are you still standing there for! Go get it!"

Retracting his complicated gaze from Professor Flitwick's receding back, Mike looked at Vesemir deeply again, and without saying anything, he picked up a stone and used Transfiguration on it.

The gravel slowly spread out in Mike's hand, and its color changed rapidly. After a while, it turned into a wooden sword that looked exactly like the Sword of Victory.

When Vesemir saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Perhaps he thought that Mike was provoking him, and Vesemir's tone began to become unfriendly.

"Boy, don't use magic, use your left hand to hold this sword and attack me!"

Mike, who had long been dissatisfied with Vesemir's behavior, was no longer humble when he heard this. As soon as Vesemir finished speaking, he rushed over with the sword in both hands and stabbed him in the forehead.

That's right, hold the sword with both hands.

He was not prepared to listen to Vesemir's words obediently. The departure of Professor Flitwick just now made him feel guilty and sad. It didn't matter whether he could learn swordsmanship now. The important thing was to beat up this nasty disabled old man first.

However, Mike was still too naive.

Vesemir picked up the rotten wooden crutch that he was leaning on with his right hand, and when Mike raised his sword to chop, he stabbed him in the face with the crutch, causing Mike to be bruised all over his face. He lay on the ground, covering his face and rolling around.

"Didn't I tell you to only use your left hand?! Are your ears for nothing? Stand up now! Stop whining like a woman!"

Can Mike tolerate this?

Ignoring his 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 chopped at Vesemir's intact leg.

In Mike's imagination, Vesemir, an old man with a broken leg, should have very weak mobility. And now that he was lying on the ground, his vigilance against him should have been at its lowest. So his knife should definitely hit him!

Mike could even imagine Vesemir lying on the ground, holding his legs and wailing.

As for what you said about Mike being mean to a disabled old man?
Sorry, Mike doesn't even know how to spell the word integrity. He has always been a man who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

however……

In the blink of an eye, Mike had just swung his sword when Vesemir's rotten wooden cane arrived.

He just hit Mike's arm with the stick.

"what!"

As Mike let out a cry of pain, the wooden sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell not far away.

Vesemir's sword hit his tendon directly, which not only caused Mike to feel great pain, but also made his entire arm lose sensation.

"You little bastard, you're still trying to sneak attack me! You're so vicious at such a young age! 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 was quite vicious. He picked the soft parts of Mike's body to beat him, which made Mike extremely painful. He couldn't fight back and could only roll on the ground.

Finally, Mike couldn't take it anymore.

"Damn it, why would a wizard like me learn swordsmanship? I'll just give up swordsmanship, but I'm going to teach this old man a lesson today!"

Thinking of this, Mike thought about it and the blackthorn wood wand appeared in his right hand.

However, Vesemir's previous sword had already made Mike's right hand unable to move, so Mike could only stretch out his left hand to take the wand.

Although Mike is right-handed, he can actually cast spells with his left hand, but his speed is slower.

As soon as Mike's left hand touched the wand, he heard a sound of breaking wind. Then, before Mike even had time to turn around, he was hit on the forehead by a stick.

The stick was hit with such force that it created a sky full of golden stars in Mike's vision.

When Mike finally came to his senses, he found that the wand in his hand was gone. When he looked up, he saw Vesemir holding his wand in one hand and a cane in the other, grinning at him.

Now Mike was desperate. He now understood completely that Vesemir didn't want to teach him swordsmanship at all. It was obvious that he saw that he had beaten Arthur so badly before, so he took the opportunity of teaching him swordsmanship to take revenge!
The cane attacked again, and Mike no longer had the will to resist. Vesemir's swordsmanship was too good, and his untrained body was no match for him. He could only curl up and try to use his back to receive the cane.

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

But as the screams inside became more miserable, Flitwick began to worry.

However, this worry only lasted for a short moment.

"That brat Mike messed up my training room like this, so let him be beaten for a while longer." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Well! Just half an hour! I'll go in and rescue him in half an hour! Haha!"

(End of this chapter)