Chapter 212 Public Revenge and Private Revenge

Mike was not happy all of a sudden. After all, he was also the duel champion of Hogwarts and a genius recognized by the whole school. Now you're saying I can't pass this bullshit grass test?

"Mr. Vesemir thinks I'm not talented enough?" Mike asked, "Or do you have other reasons?"

"Hmph! You start contradicting the old man at a young age. The world is really going downhill!" Vesemir said, "To tell you the truth, the key to passing the Trial of Green Grass is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, with Arthur Even with his talent, it is impossible to become a demon hunter."

"The Trial of Green Grass is actually a set of magical human transformation methods, including exclusive potions and specialized surgeries. This method has been lost for a long time, and I have spent my whole life barely able to recover it. The survival rate of this set of transformations is 80% Extremely low, even if the transformation is successful, the transformed person will still have to endure great pain. Once the transformed person is not determined, he is likely to die in pain. Most demon hunters will remain alive even if they pass the trial in the end. It will leave a psychological shadow and lead to extreme behavior in the future.

And Arthur, he is definitely the most determined person I have ever seen! 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 Green Grass Trial was something similar to the Ravenclaw Trial, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be a magical body transformation.

If it's the former, Mike will definitely try his best to get it. But for the latter, forget it.

There are too many drawbacks to the forbidden spell of magical body modification, just look at Voldemort and you will understand. When he was young, he was still a handsome young man, and he could even use his handsome face to deceive the descendants of Hufflepuff. A middle-aged rich woman gave him his heirloom, the Hufflepuff gold cup.

But after he went out to travel and underwent magical physical transformation on himself for strength, he turned into a ghost without a nose.

Although Arthur hasn't changed much, he can't be considered a human being anymore. This can be seen from his golden snake-pupil eyes. Mike even suspected that he had now lost his fertility.

Seeing that Mike was deep in thought, Vesemir thought that his words were too harsh, so he said with some regret: "You don't have to be sad. Arthur has his fate, and you also have your talents. I will teach you how to duel as soon as I get back." Swordsmanship! Paired with your magic talent, it's no worse than a demon hunter."

Mike nodded upon hearing this.

The reason for the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried at all that Vesemir would regret it. Flitwick and Mike even didn't even mention this matter along the way, fully giving Wei Samir trusts.

Obviously, Vesemir did not disappoint Mike.

"Who is Vesemir?"

Suddenly, a tired voice came.

When everyone heard the news, they saw a therapist wearing dark green treatment clothes leaning half of his body out of the treatment room and looking out.

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

"Doctor! How is Arthur?"

"It's okay. Take him away quickly. We have other patients here to treat."

Vesemir was stunned when he heard the words. He couldn't believe what the healer said. After all, Arthur's previous injuries were too serious, and almost all the skin on his body was burned away. The healer is now After telling him that it was cured and everything was fine, he had a huge psychological gap.

"You, are you kidding? He was injured so badly..."

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

"No, I'm not..."

"Stop nagging, take the person away quickly!"

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

As soon as he entered the treatment room, there was an indescribable strange smell, which made Mike instinctively twitch his nose.

The smell wasn't alcohol, but something similar to a potion potion that Mike had never smelled before.

After walking a little further inside, I saw a mummy covered in white bandages, looking at the ceiling blankly, with faint traces of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Although only one pair of eyes was exposed, those golden eyes were so representative that Vesemir and others immediately recognized him as Arthur.

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

Vesemir didn't want his crutch anymore, threw it away and rushed to Arthur's bedside.

"Teacher! Take me home quickly! I don't want to stay here anymore!" Arthur struggled and said as if he saw the savior, "They are not doctors, they are all devils!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Mike and others became strange. They looked at the healer who led them in with confusion, especially Vesemir. The meaning in his eyes was that if you don't explain clearly, you will be dug up overnight. The hole is buried.

"Well, actually his injuries are not serious, just some burns. Although the area is a bit large, it is not too difficult for us." The therapist explained, "Because it is too painful to re-grow skin, generally We all anesthetize the patient. But for this guy, his body’s magic resistance and potion resistance are too high, and neither the water of life and death nor the coma spell will work on him, so..."

When he said this, Mike already understood what was going on. It was similar to when he suddenly woke up during surgery and found that he had been disemboweled, but what Arthur encountered was obviously much worse.

Mike just saw it, at least he didn't feel any pain before he was knocked unconscious again. And Arthur, not only did he witness it all, he also felt it all...

"Hiss~"

Just thinking about Mike couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and the eyes he looked at Arthur on the hospital bed were full of sympathy.

"Okay, let's go back quickly." Fliver 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 just for patients."

Flitwick had been a Charms teacher for so many years, so he was not surprised at all that the healer recognized him. He dragged Vesemir towards the direction pointed by the healer.

When Mike saw this, he also used a floating spell to transport the mummy Arthur and followed him.

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

Compared with ordinary fireplaces, there is no difference in appearance of patient-specific fireplaces, except that they are larger. However, the comfort level of the patient-specific fireplace far exceeds that of ordinary fireplaces. Mike returned to Professor Flitwick's home without feeling almost 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, less than half of the training ground had collapsed, and there were rubble everywhere. Although the flames have all been extinguished, the temperature in the training ground is still very high.

Looking at Professor Flitwick with a ferocious face, Mike unconsciously moved slowly towards the door.

He now has the urge to escape from here immediately.

"Your training ground is quite strong! It hasn't completely collapsed yet."

Vesemir's voice of surprise suddenly came, making Professor Flitwick's expression even more ugly.

He wanted to tell Vesemir how much expensive anti-magic materials were used in this training room, but his reason prevented him from doing so, because doing so was like showing off to the nouveau riche.

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

"Right hand."

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

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

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't want to stay with some annoying guy for a moment. If I finish teaching you earlier, I can leave earlier!"

Flitwick immediately gritted his teeth after hearing this, but after looking at Mike, he forced himself to endure it 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 had not made any move, Vesemir shouted: "Why are you still standing there! Go and get it!"

Retracting his complex gaze from Professor Flitwick's retreating back, Mike took another deep look at Vesemir. Without speaking, he picked up a stone and used the transfiguration spell on it.

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

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

"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 just now, could not be more modest when he heard this. As soon as Vesemir finished speaking, he rushed over with swords in both hands and stabbed him in the head.

That's right, holding a sword with both hands.

He was not prepared to listen to Vesemir's words obediently. The sight of Professor Flitwick just leaving made him feel a little guilty and sad. It was no longer important whether he could learn swordsmanship or not. What was important was to get rid of this nasty disabled old man first. Beat him up.

However, Mike was still too naive.

I saw Vesemir picking up the rotten wooden crutch he was holding in his right hand, and when Mike raised his sword to strike, he stabbed him in the face with the stick. He stabbed Mike straight into the face, and lay on the ground covering his head. His face kept rolling.

"Didn't I tell you to only use your left hand?! Are your ears white? Stand up quickly! Don't cry like a bitch!"

Can Mike still tolerate this?

Ignoring his still bleeding nose, Mike quickly picked up the wooden sword that fell aside. Without getting up, he lay on the ground and slashed at Vesemir's intact leg.

In Mike's imagination, Vesemir, an old man with a missing leg, should have very weak mobility. And now that he is lying on the ground, his wariness towards himself should be reduced to a minimum. Therefore, this knife of mine should be a sure hit!

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

As for you saying that Mike is so mean to a disabled old man?

Sorry, Mike doesn't even know how to spell the word integrity. He has always been a person who does whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

However……

Soon enough, Mike had just swung his sword and Vesemir's rotten wooden crutch arrived.

I saw him hit Mike's arm directly with a stick.

"ah!"

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

Vesemir's sword hit his numb tendon directly, which not only caused Mike great pain, but also made him lose feeling in his entire arm.

"You little bastard, you still want to make a sneak attack! You are so vicious at such a young age! I will beat you to death, you despicable villain!"

While cursing angrily, the crutch in Vesemir's hand fell on Mike like raindrops, making a dull sound.

Vesemir was quite vicious. He specifically picked the soft parts of Mike's body to beat him, which caused Mike so much pain that he couldn't fight back and could only roll on the ground.

Finally, Mike couldn't stand it anymore.

‘Damn it, what kind of swordsmanship can I learn from a wizard! I'm so old that I don't want to learn swordsmanship anymore, so I must teach this old man a lesson today! ’

With this thought in mind, Mike thought and the blackthorn wood wand appeared in his right hand.

However, Vesemir's sword had already disabled Mike's right hand, so Mike could only stretch out his left hand to get the wand.

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

As soon as Mike's left hand touched the wand, there was a burst of wind in his ears. Then, before Mike could even turn around, he was hit on the head with a stick.

The force of this stick was so great that it directly knocked out Venus all over the sky in Mike's field of vision.

When Mike finally woke up a little, he found that the wand in his hand was long gone. When he looked up again, he saw Vesemir holding his wand in one hand and his crutch in the other, smiling evilly at him.

Now Mike was desperate. He now fully understood that Vesemir was not going to teach him swordsmanship. This was because he had beaten Arthur so badly before, so he took the opportunity to teach him swordsmanship to avenge his personal revenge!

The crutch struck again, and Mike had no intention of resisting. Vesemir's swordsmanship was so good that his untrained body was no match for him. He could only curl up and use his back to catch the crutch.

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

But listening to the screams inside becoming more and more miserable, Flitwick also became worried.

But this worry only lasted for a short moment.

"Mike, that brat, has ruined my training room like this, so let him be beaten a little longer." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Well! Just half an hour! After half an hour I will Just go in and save him! Haha!"