Harry Potter Raven's Claw

The meditation method used by Mike is still derived from the raven meditation method of Raven Nest. This rare meditation method can improve the user's talent and mental power if it is used for a long time. Therefore, although the amount of improvement is very small, Mike still meditates every day.

Generally speaking, Mike meditates for no more than two hours a day, but today because he has to wait for Harry, Mike meditates all night.

When Mike opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was a boy with messy hair and swollen eyes. Mike looked at the already bright sky and the tired expression of the boy. Instead of persuading Harry to go back and rest, he took out a bottle of the fat house happy version of the Dorphine Magic Drink and handed it over.

"Come on, young man, you still have a place you haven't gone to."

"Thank you, Mike."

Harry took the magic drink and drank it, and instantly felt that all his mental fatigue caused by staying up late disappeared.

Looking at the magic drink in his hand in surprise and feeling the abundant vitality in his body, Harry was a little disbelief. He had drunk the magic drink of Dolphin. Although it had a refreshing effect, it was definitely not as strong as the bottle in front of him. If he drank this drink every day, wouldn't he have to sleep?

Harry's eyes gradually lit up, and if he didn't need to rest, he would have more time to use it.

Of course, his time will never be spent on learning, but on night tours.

Don't forget that he has an invisible cloak passed down from his father.

Mike, who was standing beside him, looked at Harry's eyes gradually shining, probably guessing Harry's thoughts, so he blew: "The Dolphin Magic Drink Function Edition is just forcibly overdrawing your vitality. You have to pay back the energy you get in this way. OK, don't waste your time, go quickly."

Hearing this, Harry's eyes darkened, he shook his head with regret and followed Mike's pace.

A moment later, the two appeared in front of a ruin.

This is the former residence of the Porter family and the place where the Porter couple dies.

After the war, in order to commemorate the sacrifice of the Porter couple, people did not demolish or rebuild the houses they lived in during their lifetime, but kept them intact as a commemoration.

So what appeared in front of Harry at this moment was a dilapidated building.

The fences on the periphery have grown wildly since they are unstoppable all year round. Although most of the houses are well preserved, they are completely covered by large patches of ivy, so you can only see the outlines of some houses.

A big hole was blown out on the right side of the rooftop floor, and Harry's eyes were fixed there, and he was almost certain that it was the place where Voldemort killed his parents.

"call!"

Harry exhaled deeply, and Mike beside him could clearly sense his body was trembling. His mood must be very complicated at this moment.

He trembled and stretched out his hand to grab the rusty door. Harry's strength became stronger and stronger, causing the skin on his fist to gradually turn white.

He didn't want to open the door, he just wanted to become a part of the house.

Perhaps because his contact with the door triggered some mechanism, a wooden sign suddenly rose from the weeds beside it, and it was written in words with golden light:

On the evening of October 31, 1981, right here, Lily Porter and James Porter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry Potter, became the only wizard who escaped the spell of death.

This Muggle-invisible house has remained in ruins.

As a monument to the Porter couple.

It also serves as a wake-up call to break up their families.

There are a lot of other words around these concise words. Some people choose to write their names simply by never fading ink, some people simply carve the words into wood, and some people write some phrases.

The handwriting on it is densely packed with old and old, but what everyone says is the same:

Good luck, Harry, no matter where you are now!

"Haha." Mike said disdainfully as he looked at the words on the sign. "After your parents died, this place became a tourist destination. Countless wizards come here to visit every day. Look at the good things they do, engraving letters on other people's monuments, haha, this quality!"

"Don't say that, Mike!" Harry said, fumbled through the words on the signboard, "I'm glad they did it, it's amazing!"

Harry's words were not like fake, because he was extremely excited at this moment, which was completely different from when he was in the cemetery before.

Watching Harry jumping up and down in search of other messages, Mike shook his head. He really couldn't understand Harry's brain circuit. If someone dared to engrave some bullshit sentences similar to traveling here on his parents' monument, he would definitely find those people and give them a reward of Avadasauer.

The premise is that Mike can find the words of his biological parents.

He accompanied Harry to visit his parents' former residence for a long time. It was not until noon that Mike, who was hungry and couldn't stand it, dragged Harry back to Flivie's house for lunch.

Harry, who was still protesting to continue visiting, turned into a good baby when he saw Flevy, just like a mouse bumped into a cat.

Even when I was having a meal, I didn't dare to grab it directly like I was in school. Instead, I honestly used the knife and fork as Mike and others. The twisted look made Mike just want to laugh.

After all, he is still a child. Although Professor Flevy is a friendly professor, he is essentially a teacher. For students like Harry, a teacher is equivalent to the nemesis.

After the meal, Professor Fleeve invited Harry to live in his house. Harry was reluctant to agree and he could not speak for a long time. In the end, Mike helped him get rid of the situation.

"Forget it, Professor Flevy, just let him live in my house."

Mike's words made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, but the second half of his sentence immediately made Harry's heart mention his heart again.

"Anyway, our two families are so close, we will come here every day to have a free meal!" said Mike, "After all, Lolo's cooking is so delicious!"

After saying that, Mike gave Lolo a thumbs up at the corner of the side, causing Lolo to shed tears again.

Harry was on the spot, thinking that he would have to have dinner with the professor every day in the future, so Harry felt that the steaming food in front of him was no longer delicious.

...

"Mike, why did you bring me here?"

In the Dorfen Magic Drink Factory, Harry looked around and looked a little anxious.

Before Mike could answer him, a worker in a black uniform suddenly jumped out and stood straight, slammed his right hand into the heart, and saluted Mike.

This incident scared Harry. He quickly returned a greeting as he imitated the other party, and finally followed Mike, who had never stopped in front of him with a flushed face.

"What's going on here? Why do they want you to salute?"

Harry felt like he was going crazy. After lunch and rested for a while, Mike took him to this place. It seemed that this place should be a factory, but the people here were very strange. Harry felt that everyone's eyes were focused on them, and the strangest thing was that those who were wearing similar uniforms would salute them!

"This is my factory, I am their boss." Mike replied without looking back, "Aren't you curious about why I have changed so much? I brought you here today to reveal the answer."

"How is that..."

Harry suddenly realized that if Mike was the boss of these people, then all this could be explained. After all, Harry had seen Uncle Vernon call his boss at home, and he looked like he was servile, and he even wanted to kneel on the ground to answer the phone.

So, the relationship between all bosses and employees in the world should be like this, right?

Harry suddenly shivered as he thought about this because he thought of his future work problems.

If I also found a boss, wouldn't I be...

"arrive!"

"ah!"

Mike's shouting rescued Harry from the terrible association. Looking in the direction where Mike was, there was a large field similar to the playground of Muggle School. At this moment, two men, one old and one young, were standing on the training ground. The young man was holding a silver sword high and making chopping movements, while the old one was staring at them.

Perhaps because of the old man's vicious gaze, Harry suddenly shrank behind Mike.

Mike, not afraid at all, walked up to the old man's gaze.

"You put our pigeons this morning, so the afternoon training was changed to actual combat with me!"

"Don't do this, Vishermere. I've brought new friends." The smile on Mike's face suddenly froze when he heard the actual battle, and pulled Harry behind him out and said, "Let me introduce it, this person is Harry Potter."

Mike knew what Visemill played, so he must have tried to teach himself a lesson again by using the excuse of actual training.

Although Mike was very busy during this period, his daily spell training and sword training were not delayed. As his swordsmanship became higher and higher, Mike gradually expanded.

Until... Weissemil and him had practical training again and again.

Harry, who was suddenly pushed out, seemed very frightened, but out of basic politeness, he still stumblingly and introduced himself.

To Mike's surprise, Vishermire and Arthur did not seem to know Harry's legendary deeds. After introducing Harry to each other, they mentioned actual training again.

Mike felt a little tooth-achieved when he was angry. This time he brought Harry over to escape punishment. However, this old man, Visermere, seemed not to eat this trick.

Licking his front teeth, Mike's eyes quickly passed through Harry and Arthur, and finally fell on Vishermere.

"Yes! But I want to use a magic wand! What I want to learn is the tactic of using a magic wand with a long sword, not a left-hand sword technique!"

"Hahaha! Yes! You little bastard!"

Wisermil laughed three times, pulled out a wooden sword from the weapon stand beside him and threw it to Mike.

Mike steadily caught Mu Jian, played a sword flower in the air, took out his magic wand, and put on a combat pose with his right wand with his left long sword.

His face was full of smiles at this moment, because he didn't believe at all what chance of Visemir could win if he used his wand.

‘Can I finally get revenge? Old man, I will give you double the pain I have suffered during this period!’

Arthur and Harry, who were standing beside him, looked confused as they were about to start a fight in front of them, and quickly said.

"Teacher! Why don't you let me do it? You just need to have a good rest."

"Yes, Mike. Although that old man looks fierce, he should be a good person, you..."

The persuasion of these two people undoubtedly angered Visemir. He pulled out his scarred wand and roared: "Shut up and watch it all!"

Harry and Arthur immediately turned into little quails and hid aside and stopped talking.

"Old man, stop moji, let's start!"

"Hmph! If you want to find abuse, then I will help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Visemir's legs, which were thicker than ordinary people, squatted down and made a charging action, and then jumped violently in the direction of Mike.

Before Mike could react, he saw that Visemill was approaching quickly. Mike said despicablely and put a layer of armor on his body to protect himself, and raised the wooden sword to make a blocking action.

Mike knew very well that after he jumped over, Visemill would suddenly take out a wooden sword and himself from the Wuhen stretching spell bag, and then jump directly to the slash...

This is the conclusion he summarized with blood and tears in several practical training sessions in the past.

Visemir is a villain who uses any means to achieve his goal!

Facing Visemille jumping in the air, Mike could have used other methods to deal with it, such as directly using his best flame spell. But Mike's reason told him that this was just a practical training. He didn't want a fireball to blow Visemille to death, and Arthur would go crazy...

Things were indeed as Mike expected. Visemille in the air looked at Mike who was making a defensive posture below and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The next moment, his right hand rubbed over the bag around his waist. When his right hand was thrown to the top of his head due to inertia, he had already made a silver sword in his hand that shone brightly under the sun.

Hum? Silver Sword? Shouldn’t it be a wooden Sword?

Mike's three views were refreshed again. He had never seen such a sinister person before. I promised to use the training wooden sword to train. You actually use the real guy!?

Mike's inner complaints did not last long, because Visemille in the air did not stop his movements.

While raising his sword, his right hand holding the wand was not idle either. He saw his wand crossing a simple amplitude in the air, and then a dazzling white light shot out from the tip of his wand...

"Fluorescent flashes!"

Mike felt as if he had just looked at the sun close, and at this moment his vision was snow-white and he could not see the scenery in front of him.

This is a fluorescent flash!? Is this a flash bomb?

While complaining, Mike quickly retreated because he knew that Visemill's real attack was about to arrive.

But he was still one step late.

The silver sword with a faint blood-red light was slashed down with powerful force. The wooden sword and armor protection spell in Mike's hand were easily cut open like butter cut by a hot knife.

Fortunately, Visemille's purpose was to teach Mike a lesson, so he did not use all his strength and finally slashed on the ground.

Mike felt a chill coming from his head and slashing to the ground against his cheek. The next moment, Mike fell backwards and kept gasping for breath. He had just faced death.

And Visemir, the disability of one leg, still dragged him down. After slashing the sword, he lost his balance and fell out.

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