Chapter 16 Room of Requirement

Compared to other floors, the eighth floor of Hogwarts is very deserted. There are no classrooms used by young wizards on a daily basis. Therefore, people who come here either have ulterior motives, or are lost or bored.

And Mike is obviously the one with ulterior motives.

At this time, he was standing opposite the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas with a club. This is where the famous Room of Requirement is located.

Legend has it that the Room of Requirement can meet almost any needs of the user. Just walk back and forth across the tapestry three times and silently say what you want three times in your mind.

Then a door will appear on the bare wall. After opening it, you will find a room that is arranged just to meet your needs.

It is said that Dumbledore once had to pee after a cocktail party and couldn't find a toilet. He paced back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement anxiously, and at this time a door suddenly appeared on the wall. After he entered, he found that the room was filled with various luxurious chamber pots.

Afterwards, he collected the chamber pot he used that night.

No one knows how Dumbledore discovered the Room of Requirement, but what is certain is that there must be many people who know the existence of the Room of Requirement.

Hogwarts has cultivated countless excellent wizards over the past few hundred years, and there are definitely some people who are extremely lucky among them.

Mike looked at the wall in front of him and began to pace slowly. Now his top priority is to use the Room of Requirement to experiment whether he can sense magic when magic explodes, rather than exploring the secrets of the Room of Requirement.

"I need a training room for practicing spells..." Mike repeated it three times in his mind.

A door appeared silently on the wall, and he succeeded. Inside

the door was a room that was a bit similar to Professor Flitwick's training room, but much larger than his.

The walls around it looked no different from ordinary walls, but if you cast magic on them, you would find that these walls were incredibly resistant to magic.

There were also training dummies in this training room, which were also alchemical dummies like Flitwick's dummies, but the style of these dummies was obviously more ancient, and they were obviously not products of this era.

"Tarantella dance!"

As Mike's magic wand flashed, an alchemical doll not far away began to tap dance.

"It looks good." Mike thought to himself.

After confirming that the facilities in the training ground were intact, Mike began today's experiment.

He closed his eyes and did not move, and began to mobilize his inner anger.

The strange thing was that a few minutes passed, but nothing happened. It seems that Mike's previous idea about the explosion of magic power was correct. He was indeed slowly losing the ability to explode magic.

But if he wanted to feel the magic power, this was the only way Mike could think of at present.

Helpless Mike could only close his eyes again and recall the most annoying thing in his memory, his daughter Tracy in his previous life.

Tracy has always dreamed of becoming a star. If she had extraordinary talent and followed a normal academic school, maybe Mike would support her.

But she was mediocre and unwilling to give up her dream. In the end, in order to sign a contract with the film company, she even volunteered to become the heroine of the company's new play. Normally, Mike should bless her.

But that new play was the kind of indescribable little movie.

Angry Mike rushed to the set with a gun as soon as he received the news.

Thinking back to all this, Mike's expression gradually became ferocious, and the temperature around him was rising rapidly.

Finally, with a roar. A large ball of fire broke out around Mike, and the fire burned everything around him indiscriminately. Fortunately, it only existed for a moment, otherwise Mike would have been seriously injured today.

The flames dissipated, revealing Mike lying on the floor with his hands protecting his head.

Mike was not injured. Except for the fact that his robe was burned to tatters, he had no injuries at all. Even his hair was not damaged because it was protected by his hands.

Trying to turn his body over, Mike laughed loudly. He clearly felt the flow of magic in the magic explosion just now.

Please forgive Mike and the author for their lack of cultural knowledge. I really can't find the exact words and sentences to describe that feeling.

In Mike's original words, at the moment the magic exploded, he felt like a ball of sticky asphalt moving quickly through his blood vessels, and the process was extremely rough.

It's hard to describe something like asphalt specifically, but you will never forget it once you feel it.

Finally, it reached the surface of his skin and shot out from every pore of his body like a bullet.

Now Mike's whole body was burning with pain. The backlash of the magic power explosion just now was very strong.

But he survived, and not only survived, he also successfully felt the magic power.

Mike struggled to crawl to the table in the corner, where he had placed his wand before to prevent it from being destroyed in the experiment.

As a light spot appeared on the tip of the wand, Mike felt the flow of magic power again.

Although it was so weak that it could be ignored, he still felt it, and felt that a stream of energy was slowly gathering from his whole body, and finally released through his magic wand, forming the "fluorescent flash" he was releasing now.

Mike was relieved. If he still couldn't feel it this time, he would have to have another or even several magic power explosions, which was too dangerous.

Although Mike had a strong luck golden finger and was confident that he would not die from the magic power explosion, perhaps because of his old age, he felt that his whole body was torn apart when the magic power exploded. It was really painful.

Although it hurt like hell, Mike still maintained the "fluorescent flash" and carefully felt the weak flow of magic power.

He must remember this feeling, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

After an unknown amount of time, Mike, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes.

Don't get me wrong, Mike was not asleep this time, he had just been feeling the "fluorescent flickering" flow of magic.

Mike had just fallen into a strange state, and only the weak flow of magic remained in his perception.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Mike felt that after he came out of this state, the originally weak flow of magic became clearer.

Mike struggled to stand up, and he decided to end today's experiment here.

Although the pain in his body was much better, he was physically and mentally exhausted. This was probably the sequelae of overusing magic. Mike now just wanted to go back to his bed and have a good sleep.

When he got to the corridor, Mike found that it was already dark. The corridor was pitch black, and the only light source was the faint light on Mike's wand.

He forced himself to walk towards the Ravenclaw tower. The footsteps that sounded negligible during the day echoed in the corridor and spread far away.

When passing by the door of a classroom, a pair of big hands stretched out from inside, covered Mike's mouth and pulled him into the dark classroom.