Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 83 Quidditch Training

The Room of Requirement seemed to have the ability to repair itself. When Mike regained his sanity, he thought about it and the messy Room of Requirement was magically restored to its original state. That night, Mike did not return to his dormitory, but slept in the Room of Requirement.

Although the effect of the Killing Curse was mostly dissipated by the effect of the Greed Pendant, it still caused Michael a lot of trouble. In his dreams, Michael always dreamed of himself using the Killing Curse to kill people wantonly. To be honest, that feeling was great. Humans actually like destruction more than construction.

In the dream, Mike was actually conscious. He could clearly feel the flow of magic power in his body every time he cast a spell. He could also feel the warmth of the blood of people or monsters when it splashed on his face, and he could even smell the pleasant rusty smell of blood.

Although Mike tried his best to wake himself up, it was no use.

Mike in the dream seemed to have turned on the "unlimited firepower" buff. The blackthorn wood wand was like a machine gun. All kinds of magic spells turned into rays of light of different colors and gushed out without even having to recite the spells.

The people and scenery around him are constantly changing. Sometimes Mike is slaughtering his classmates and teachers on the Hogwarts campus, and sometimes he is killing strange aliens on the streets of Los Santos where he lived in his previous life...

When Mike was about to get lost in it, the magic alarm clock he had set by the bed woke him up.

Mike felt like his head was about to explode and his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open them. This feeling was just like the hangover he had from drinking fake liquor in his previous life.

The lounge transformed by the Room of Requirement was extremely luxurious, and the bed Mike was lying on was as soft as a cloud, which made it extremely difficult for him to get up.

When the alarm rang for the third time, Mike finally sat up with difficulty. The severe headache made him extremely irritable, and the situation did not improve until he drank a bottle of Dolphin Magic Drink.

Mike forced himself to get out of bed and walked towards the dressing mirror not far from the room. He really wanted to know how miserable he looked now.

The floor of the room was covered with a thick carpet, which was warm and furry and very comfortable to walk on bare feet. When Mike finally moved to the dressing mirror, a boy with sunken eye sockets, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes appeared in front of him.

"call!"

Mike exhaled deeply. The side effects of the Killing Curse were far greater than he had expected. It seemed that the principle of equivalent exchange also applied in the wizarding world. While the Killing Curse was extremely powerful and consumed very little energy, it also required great willpower from the caster.

Most of the crazy Death Eaters in the original book really became like that due to excessive use of the Killing Curse. The reason why some high-end Death Eaters, mainly Snape, were able to maintain a relatively normal state was because they had very strong willpower. Especially Snape, as a master of brain occlumency, his attainments in this area far exceeded most people in the wizarding world.

"It's Occlumency again." Mike sighed helplessly.

It seems that if he wants to completely master the Killing Curse, he must master Occlumency. And if he wants to resist the temptation of the light door in the Ravenclaw common room, he also needs Occlumency. It can be said that Occlumency is the spell that Mike wants to master the most now.

However, Mike's research on brain occlumency remains blank until now.

Mike didn't dwell on it for too long. He washed up a bit, made himself look a little better, and then went to the classroom. It took him a long time to get up today, and if he didn't go now, he would be late.

When Mike sat in the crowded classroom, he realized that the impact of the Killing Curse on him seemed far from over. Now Mike had a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath, which made him very irritable.

Previously in the corridor, a first-year student accidentally bumped into Mike while playing with his classmates. Normally, Mike would just laugh it off when encountering such things, but today, Mike actually had a strong urge to pull out his wand and cast a killing curse on him.

The naughty Gryffindor kid originally wanted to apologize after bumping into Mike, but when he looked up and saw Mike's bloodshot eyes, he was so scared that he couldn't even speak. In the end, he burst into tears under Mike's murderous gaze.

Mike was awakened by the miserably crying of the naughty kid. Looking at the naughty kid crying with snot and tears and the strange looks from his classmates, he knew that his expression must be very scary.

Fortunately, there were not many classes today, and Mike, suppressing the irritable feeling in his chest, rushed out of the classroom as soon as the professor announced the end of get out of class. In his current state, it was not suitable for him to stay in a crowded place.

But when Mike hurried back to the Ravenclaw common room and prepared to go to the dormitory for a good sleep, he found that Ravenclaw Quidditch captain Roger was playing with a golden snitch model in the common room boredly, as if waiting for someone.

"Hey! Mike."

Seeing Mike coming in, Roger immediately put away the Golden Snitch model in his hand and greeted Mike.

Mike had a bad feeling in his heart that Roger might come to find him for training. Pretending not to hear Roger's voice, Mike quietly quickened his pace and walked towards the dormitory. "Hey, brother." Roger rushed behind Mike and grabbed Mike's shoulder with his right hand. "Don't walk so fast. I'm here to inform you that you have been accepted by the school Quidditch team. And your friend, he was also accepted, although he is a substitute batsman. Now come with me, our new members' first round of training is about to begin."

Mike, who was suddenly grabbed by someone, felt the irritation in his heart emerge again. He resisted the urge to take out his wand, turned his head and looked at Roger without saying a word.

Roger was frightened by Mike's eyes at this moment. The cold eyes when Mike turned his head made him feel as if he was being locked by a poisonous snake.

The right hand on Mike's shoulder quickly retracted as if burned by something, and he spread both hands and raised them to his chest in a surrender gesture and said, "Oh! Oh! Brother, what's that expression on your face?"

Mike also noticed his abnormality at this time. He rubbed his face hard, looked sleepy and said, "Sorry to scare you, Roger. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm in a bad mood now. You can see my current state. I may not be able to go to the new member training."

Roger swallowed hard and finally recovered from the shock.

After observing Mike's demeanor for a while, he found that he really looked like he was over-cultivating as he said, so he said awkwardly: "No, Mike, the main purpose of today's training is to allow new members and old members to get to know each other. It would be bad if you don't go, right? How about this, you don't have to participate in the training later, but you still have to go. After we introduce each other, you can go back and have a good rest, okay?"

Mike knew that Roger had been told by Professor Flitwick to take good care of himself. Generally speaking, if he didn't want to go to unimportant training, Roger would definitely not force him. After all, even if he didn't go to any training, he could let the substitute batsman take the field when the game started.

Perhaps this would satisfy Roger more.

Because Roger himself may not be very optimistic about Mike's talent. In his opinion, Mike is probably forced in by Professor Flitwick to gild the roster. He really thinks of Franklin. If Mike doesn't play, Franklin will replace him, which is exactly what he wants.

In this situation, Roger still asked Mike to participate in the training, which shows that this training is really very important.

"Well, let's go." Mike sighed and walked straight towards the Quidditch field.

Seeing Mike walking ahead of him without caring about him, Roger couldn't help but complain in his heart: "Hey, what are you so proud of, you who opened the back door?"

At the same time, a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by an attentive smile. He took a few quick steps and walked in front of Mike.

Mike was unaware of Roger's little movements. He was now fighting against the irritable feeling. He found that this feeling was very similar to the feeling after a smoking craving, the same chest tightness, the same irritability.

The weather was very good today, and the bright sunshine was shining on the Quidditch field, making the whole field sparkle with golden light. As soon as he walked out of Hogwarts Castle, the dazzling sunlight made Mike unable to open his eyes.

After Mike had completely adapted, he saw that the Quidditch field was very lively. Not only were the Ravenclaw players doing training to coordinate the new and old players, but the Slytherin players were also on the field.

Two groups, one blue and one green, were confronting each other. From time to time, one or two national curses from the wizarding world would come out of the crowd. The Slytherin players looked very proud under the leadership of their captain, while the Ravenclaws were like little wives who had been wronged but dared not to attack.

Before Mike could react, Roger rushed out.

"Flint! What the hell are you doing!"

Roger's arrival boosted the spirits of the Ravenclaw players. They seemed to have found their backbone, and their voices became much louder when arguing with the Slytherins.

Roger walked towards the center of the crowd angrily, and the surrounding Ravenclaw players made way to make a path for their captain.

The tall young man with a crew cut at the front of the Slytherin team looked at Roger who was gradually approaching with a look of disdain on his face, and deliberately raised the broom in his hand so that Roger would notice it.

The furious Roger originally wanted to say something, but when he saw the broom in the hand of Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the words that were already on the tip of his tongue were suddenly stuck.

PY: I recommend a new book by a friend in the group, "We Are Really Superpowers". It is about the hilarious daily life of a silly boy in a superpower city. I almost laughed to death when I read it.

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