Chapter 209: Public revenge

Mike didn't like it all of a sudden, so he was also a duel champion at Hogwarts and a genius recognized by the school. Now you say I can't pass this trial?
"Mr. Vesemir thinks I am not talented enough?" Mike said, "Or do you have other reasons?"
"Huh! I started to confront the elderly at a young age, it's really going downhill!" Vesemir said, "To tell you the truth, the key to passing the trial of grass is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, it's Arthur. It’s impossible for him to become a demon hunter."
"The Trial of Grass is actually a whole set of magical human body transformation methods, including exclusive potions and specialized operations. This method has long been lost, and I barely recovered 80% of it after spending my life. This transformation has a survival rate. Very 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 to die alive. Most of the demon hunters will stay even after passing the trial. Under the psychological shadow, leading to extreme behavior in the future.
And Arthur, he is definitely the most determined person I have ever seen! To be honest, I haven't seen him cry since I adopted him! "
Hearing that Mike's hot eyes quickly cooled down, he originally thought that the Trial of Grass was something similar to the trial of Ravenclaw, but he didn't expect it to be a magical body modification.
If it is the former, Mike will definitely find ways to get the method. But the latter, forget it.
The drawbacks of the forbidden spell of magical body modification are too many, just look at Voldemort. When he was young, he was a young man who could even deceive Hufflepuff's descendants with his handsome face. A middle-aged rich woman gave him the gold cup of his heirloom Hufflepuff.
But after he went out to travel, after he modified his body by magic for strength, he turned into that ghost without a nose.
Although Arthur hadn't changed much, he couldn't actually be regarded as a human. This could be seen from his golden snake eyes. Mike even suspects that he has lost his fertility now.
Seeing that Mike was in deep thought, Vesemir thought it was his own words that were too heavy, so he said with some regret: "Don't be sad. Arthur has his fortunes, and you have your talents. I will teach you a duel when I return. Swordsmanship! With the combination of your magical talent, it is no worse than the Demon Hunter."
Mike nodded when he heard this.
The reason for the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried that Vesemir would go back, and even Flivy and Mike did not even mention this matter along the way. Semir trusted.
Obviously, Vesemir did not disappoint Mike either.
"Who is Vesemir?"
Suddenly, a tired voice came.
When everyone heard the reputation, they saw a therapist wearing a dark green treatment gown leaning out of the treatment room and looking out.
After seeing him, Vesemir suddenly got excited, took the crutches and limped to him.
"Doctor! How is Arthur?"
"It's okay, you quickly take him away, we have other patients to be treated here."
Vesemir was stunned when he heard the words. He couldn't believe what the therapist said. After all, Arthur's previous injuries were too serious. Almost all the skin on his body was burned. The therapist is now Tell him that he is cured and he is in a big psychological gap.
"You, are you kidding? He hurt so badly..."
"Since you don't believe us, why are you sending people here?"
"No, I am not..."
"Don't grind, take people away!"
Vesemir, who had been dragged in front of Mike before, had no temper at all in front of the therapist. After being stumped for a while, he had to walk into the treatment room obediently with Mike and the others.
As soon as he entered the treatment room, an indescribable weird smell spread over the surface, causing Mike to twitch his nose instinctively.
The smell was not alcohol, but a smell similar to a potion potion that Mike had never smelled before.
And after walking inside for a while, I saw a mummy covered in white bandages looking at the ceiling blankly with tears in the corners of his eyes.
Although only one pair of eyes were exposed, the golden eyes were so representative. Vesemir and others immediately recognized him as Arthur.
"Arthur! How are you! Are you okay!"
Vesemir didn't need the crutches either, and threw it to Arthur's bedside.
"Teacher! Take me home! I don't want to stay here anymore!" Arthur struggled as if he saw the savior, "They are not doctors, they are all demons!"
The eyes of Mike and others became weird as soon as they were said. They looked suspiciously at the therapist who led them in, especially Vesemir. The meaning in those eyes was that if you didn’t say it clearly, they would dig for you overnight. The pit is buried.
"Um, he was actually not seriously injured, 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 regrown, generally We all anaesthetize the patient. But this guy, his body’s magic resistance and potion resistance are too high, neither life nor death water or coma spell is useful to him, so..."
He said that Mike had already understood what was going on, which was almost the same as when he suddenly woke up during the operation and found himself torn apart, but Arthur's encounter was obviously much worse.
Mike just saw it, at least he was dizzy again without feeling the pain. And Arthur, he not only witnessed it all, but also felt it all...
"Hiss~"
Mike couldn't help getting goose bumps 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 soon." Flivira said when Vesemir wanted to rush to beat the doctor. "Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome, Professor Flitwick. Please, here is a fireplace for patients."
Flivy has been a teacher in the spell class for so many years, so it is not surprising that this therapist knows himself, dragging Vesemir in the direction pointed by the therapist.
When Mike saw this, he used the floating curse to transport the mummy Arthur to follow.
Mike didn't quite understand what a patient-only fireplace was at first, but after using it, he understood what a patient-only fireplace was.
Compared with ordinary fireplaces, there is no difference in appearance of patient-specific fireplaces, but it is a little bigger. However, in terms of comfort, the patient-specific fireplace far surpasses ordinary fireplaces. Mike barely felt any discomfort and returned to Professor Flivy's home.
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 has collapsed a little, and there are gravel everywhere. Although the flames have all been extinguished, the temperature in the training ground is still high.
Looking at Professor Flitwick with a hideous face, Mike unconsciously moved slowly towards the door.
He now has the urge to flee here immediately.
"Your training ground is quite strong! It hasn't all collapsed yet."
Vesemir's exclamation voice suddenly came, making Professor Flivy's face even more ugly.
He wanted to tell Vesemir how many expensive anti-magic materials were used in this training room, but reason prevented him from doing so, because it seemed like a nouveau riche was showing off.
"That's right, then let's start swordsmanship training." Vesemir said, "boy, which hand do you usually use to cast spells?"
"Right hand."
"Well, you can go to Arthur's Wuhen Stretching Curse bag and get a wooden sword."
Mike looked at Vesemir with some doubts and asked, "Is it going to start training so soon?"
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't feel like staying with some nasty guy for a moment, I can leave soon after teaching you earlier!"
Flivy gritted his teeth immediately when he heard the words, but after looking at Mike, he forcibly endured it and left the indoor training ground silently.
Vesemir on the other side became even more arrogant, and the smile on his face became brighter.
Seeing that Mike hadn't moved yet, Vesemir roared: "What are you doing in a daze! Go get it!"
Withdrawing his complicated gaze from Professor Flitwick's distant back, Mike took a deep look at Vesemir, and did not speak, but picked up a stone and used Transfiguration on it.
I saw the gravel slowly stretched out in Mike's hands, and its color changed rapidly, and in a short while it turned into a wooden sword that looked exactly the same as the sword of victory.
When Vesemir saw this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, perhaps because he thought that Mike was provoking himself, Vesemir's tone began to become bad.
"Boy, no magic is allowed, just use your left hand to attack me with this sword!"
Mike, who had long been dissatisfied with Vesemir's behavior just now, would still be humbly. As soon as Vesemir's voice fell, he rushed to his forehead with a sword in both hands.
That's right, it is a sword in both hands.
He was not ready to listen to Vesemir obediently. The figure of Professor Flivy who had just left made him feel a little guilty and heartbroken. Now it doesn’t matter whether he can learn swordsmanship. The important thing is to give this wicked disabled old man Beat it up.
However, Mike was still too naive.
I saw Vesemir picked up the rotten wooden crutches with his right hand, took advantage of the moment Mike raised his sword and slashed with a stick in his face, directly stabbed Mike with a peach blossom, lying on the ground and holding it. His face kept rolling.
"Didn't you just use your left hand?! Are your ears white? Get up! Don't cry like a girl!"
Mike can bear this?
Regardless of his bleeding nose, Mike quickly picked up the wooden sword that had fallen to the side without getting up, lying on the ground and slashing towards Vesemir's intact leg.
In Mike's vision, Vesemir, an old man with a broken leg, should have very weak mobility. And now he was lying on the ground and his guard against himself should have been minimized. Therefore, this cut should be a must!
Mike could even imagine Vesemir lying on the ground, clutching his legs and screaming.
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 an unscrupulous person to achieve goals.
however……
It was too late and it was fast, and Mike had just swung a sword of Vesemir's rotten wooden cane and arrived.
I saw it drew a stick directly on Mike's arm.
"what!"
With a cry from Mike's mouth, the wooden sword in his hand dropped out and fell not far away.
Vesemir's sword drew directly on his hemp tendons, not only causing Mike to feel great pain, but also causing him to lose consciousness throughout his arm.
"Little bunny still wants to attack! You are so vicious in your mind at a young age! I'll kill you a despicable villain!"
While cursing, Vesemir's crutches fell on Mike's body like raindrops, making a dull noise.
Vesemir was quite insidious. He focused on the soft parts of Mike's body for beating, which made Mike extremely painful.
In the end, Mike couldn't bear it anymore.
‘Oh, what swordsmanship does Lao Tzu learn as a wizard! It's such a big deal for me to stop learning swordsmanship and I must teach this old man a lesson today! ’
Thinking like this ~EbookFREE.me~ Mike thought that the black prickly pear wand appeared in his right hand.
However, before Vesemir's 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 at a slower speed.
As soon as Mike's left hand touched the wand, there was a breaking wind in his ear. Immediately afterwards, Mike got a stick on his forehead before he even had time to turn his head.
This stick used great strength, and directly knocked out the sky full of Venus in Mike's field of vision.
When Mike finally became a little awake, he found that the wand in his hand was long gone. Then I looked up and saw Vesemir holding his wand in one hand and a crutches in the other, grinning at him.
Now Mike is desperate. He now fully understands how Vesemir wants to teach himself swordsmanship. This is obviously because he beat Arthur too badly before, so he took the opportunity to teach himself swordsmanship to avenge his personal revenge!
The crutches came again, Mike no longer had the mind to resist, Vesemir's swordsmanship was so good, his untrained body was not an opponent at all, so he could only curl up and try to use his back to receive the crutches.
At this time, outside the door of the training room, listening to the screams made by Mike inside, Professor Flivy showed a satisfied smile on his face.
But listening to the cry inside getting more and more miserable, Flivy was also worried.
But this worry only lasted for a short while.
"Mike, the brat, make my training room like this, let him be beaten for a while." Professor Flivy murmured, "Well! Just half an hour! I'll be half an hour later. Just go in and rescue him! Haha!"