Chapter 209 I am an ordinary person.

This pair of golden eyes gave Mike a feeling as if he appeared naked in front of others, which made Mike very uncomfortable.

Just as Mike was staring at the dark brown-haired boy, the old man on the sofa next to him suddenly spoke.

"Is this the genius student you have been bragging about? He doesn't look that great!"

The old man's voice was very hoarse and strange, as if he was not leaning on the sound.

Mike looked and saw a hideous scar on the old man's throat. He concluded that the old man's vocal cords were injured.

"Vesemir, you are always like this, you want to take advantage even if it is just verbal advantage!"

Faced with the sarcastic words of the old man named Vesemir, Professor Flitwick retorted mercilessly. The other party was obviously not a good person, and then he said, "Aren't you the same as when you were young? You still believe in your theory that talent is supreme and magic is supreme. I came here this time to tell you with facts! Hard work can beat talent!"

Vesemir stood up, leaning on a rotten branch as a crutch and limping to the door, looking down at Flitwick.

It was not until then that Mike discovered that Vesemir only had one good leg. His left leg was obviously disabled. Because he had not used it for many years, the muscles in his left leg had atrophied, which made his left leg look much smaller than his right leg.

Vesemir's height was actually not that tall, and he was even a little shorter than Mike, only about 170 cm. He could look down at Professor Flitwick because Professor Flitwick was too short.

Professor Flitwick was obviously very upset to be looked down upon by Vesemir with such a mocking look, but for some reason he did not lose his temper. He just took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and explained to the other party:

"Vesemir, I have changed. I am now a professor at Hogwarts, and I treat my students equally! And I also want to apologize to you. I shouldn't have said that untalented mediocre people like you are the garbage of society, and living is a pure waste of food!"

After speaking, Mike's eyes twitched violently. Professor Flitwick's first half of the sentence was fine. But the second half of the sentence was as if he could not suppress his anger and his tone suddenly rose.

Anyone can see that the second half of his sentence is not an apology, but another insult to Vesemir.

As expected, Vesemir was not a fool. With anger burning in his intact eye, he said, "You insult me ​​again! You insult me ​​again! Fine! I'm going to duel with you today!"

"Vesemir, forget it. How can you duel with me if you're missing an eye and a leg?" Flitwick said sarcastically, "Besides, you actually believe in my theory of talent, don't you? Otherwise, why would you accept a genius as your disciple?" "

Genius! You mean Arthur? Hahahaha! Filius, you're really old and confused! Arthur is an ordinary person without any talent for magic, and his talent in swordsmanship is just above average!"

Professor Flitwick and Mike were both shocked when they heard this. They didn't expect that the young man who made such an inhuman move when taking the wine would actually be a Muggle without any talent for magic.

At this time, the boy named Arthur saw that his teacher finally mentioned him, so he walked forward, scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and said: "Hello, my name is Arthur Mitchell. I'm so sorry just now, I almost knocked over your wine, Professor Flitwick."

"Are you really a Muggle?"

Professor Flitwick still couldn't believe what Vesemir said, so he asked again.

Arthur didn't seem to have any taboos about this topic. He smiled and nodded and said: "Yes, I am indeed a Muggle, but I prefer to call myself an ordinary person who can't do magic. In fact, I am still an orphan. If it weren't for Teacher Vesemir picking me up, I might have starved to death. So... Can you stop arguing with the teacher? The teacher actually misses you very much... Oh!"

Before Arthur finished speaking, Vesemir, who was standing next to him, hit him on the head with a cane, hitting back the words he hadn't said yet.

Vesemir used great strength, and the cane hit Arthur's head with a dull collision sound, which made Mike gasp.

He thought that this old man was really merciless to his apprentice. Arthur would not be able to get up for a long time after being hit by the cane, and there would be a big bump on his head.

However, what surprised Mike was that Arthur, who was hit by Vesemir, only screamed in pain, and even his body did not shake much.

Seeing this, Mike's eyes twitched again. Are you still an ordinary person! ?

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and find a place to duel! I can't wait to see Arthur beat your shitty apprentice to death!"

After hitting Arthur, Vesemir didn't even look at Arthur again, and turned around to invite Flitwick to a duel.

Although Flitwick had not looked at Mike well before, he was obviously not trying to destroy his own prestige now, so he stopped and said, "I say, Vesemir, you are not still asleep, are you? Mike will lose? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?"

"Haha, let's see the truth with our hands!" Vesemir raised his eyebrows and said, "The space here is too small, we can't show our skills, let's go to the yard!"

After that, Vesemir took Arthur and was about to go outside, and Flitwick sneered, walked to a corner of the living room, opened the door to the training ground, and walked in first.

Vesemir and Arthur were a little at a loss when they saw this, they didn't understand why Flitwick went to the room.

"Hello, my name is Mike Townley, and I am Professor Flitwick's student."

Mike smiled slightly, and while introducing himself, he stretched out his hand to Vesemir and wanted to shake hands with him.

However, Vesemir did not appreciate it, turned his head and looked elsewhere, deliberately not shaking hands with Mike. Arthur, who was standing by, smiled and stepped forward, holding Mike's outstretched right hand with both hands and shaking it up and down vigorously.

Arthur was very strong, and Mike could not resist his action at all. His outstretched right hand was shaken by him, and it hurt a little. Not only did he gasp for air.

Vesemir, who was standing by, saw this and the disdain in his eyes became even stronger.

Mike, who finally pulled his hand back, frowned and shook his hand. He saw Vesemir's eyes in his heart, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He said in a respectful but cold tone:

"That is the training ground in Professor Flitwick's house. Please follow me."

After that, Mike no longer paid attention to the two people and walked into the training ground without looking back.

Although Vesemir and the others looked puzzled, they followed Mike into the room.

What was funny was that after Arthur followed Vesemir into the training ground, he even carefully closed the door to the entrance of the training ground. From his slow movements, it was obvious that he was afraid that his rough hands and feet would break things again. As soon as

the two entered the training ground, they were shocked by Flitwick's generosity and stared at the vast training ground and the training dummies on the ground in amazement.

Vesemir had seen the world and naturally understood the value of this training ground with a large number of traceless stretching spells, while Arthur was just a bumpkin who came to the city. Seeing him wanting to touch everything but afraid of breaking it, Mike and Flitwick felt a little funny.

"Okay, don't waste any more time! Let's get started! Don't bother with dueling etiquette!"

With Professor Flitwick's shout, Vesemir and Arthur finally came back to their senses.

Vesemir's dark face flushed red, as if he was ashamed of his inexperienced look. Arthur didn't care about that, and hurried to a place 50 meters away from Mike and stood there. He took out a shiny long sword from a dirty bag of traceless stretch spells on his waist, indicating that he was ready to duel at any time. Mike narrowed his eyes slightly. From

the

moment he met Arthur, Mike had been observing this boy with short dark brown hair. Whether it was his inhuman movements beside the wine rack or being hit on the head by Vesemir's cane without any injury, it proved Mike's previous conjecture.

This guy's physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people!

It stands to reason that the distance between the two sides of this kind of wizard duel should be kept within 10 meters, but the other party walked directly to a place 50 meters away from Mike.

This made Mike a little confused. A person who uses close combat as his main output ability actually gave up his distance advantage on his own initiative?

Is he too confident?

With that in mind, the blackthorn wood wand popped out of the wand case and appeared silently in Mike's hand.

Since the other party wanted to play the pig and eat the tiger, he wanted to see who was the tiger that was eaten between the two of them!

Professor Flitwick, who was standing by, saw that both sides were ready, and he stopped wasting time and shouted that the game was about to begin.

As soon as Flitwick finished speaking, the wand in Mike's hand began to wave like a butterfly through flowers, and a mysterious spell came out of his mouth. In an instant, a circle of green light surrounded Mike's feet, and his body disappeared from the spot.

Mike's standard starting move, the Disillusionment Spell plus the Wind Speed ​​Spell!

People who are familiar with Mike's fighting style know that after using these two moves, Mike will run quickly and irregularly.

But this time Mike did not move at all, and after becoming invisible, he still stopped in the same place without moving.

What others don't know is that the reason why Mike ran after becoming invisible was actually to avoid the enemy's possible blind shot of the spell. Now Mike is facing Arthur, whose attack range is extremely small, so running is naturally unnecessary.

At the same time, Mike has a guess that he wants to confirm.

Looking at Arthur who is rushing towards him, a slight arc appears at the corner of Mike's mouth.

He guessed correctly, the opponent's golden eyes really have the effect of breaking invisibility.

Most people's first reaction when seeing the opponent suddenly become invisible is to stay where they are, and look around to observe clues.

But Arthur directly charged at Mike's original position.

So now it can be confirmed.

The opponent is taking Geralt's way!

Mike, who made a judgment, turned around and ran. Relying on the high mobility brought by the wind speed spell, he instantly opened the distance between the two at a faster speed than Arthur.

At the same time, Mike's hands and mouth did not stop moving, and the huge magic power carrying the pure mental power quietly drilled into the ground of the training ground.

Through the previous mirror battle with Geralt, Mike had already figured out how to deal with Arthur, which was to use the ground spike technique to kite!

You are a close combat after all, and the attack distance is your biggest weakness.

Although Arthur's silver sword is obviously not ordinary, his armor can probably be cut into pieces by the opponent with one knife. But the opponent is also a mortal, and Mike doesn't believe that he can not be injured by his ground spike technique?

Thinking of this, a sharp ground spike suddenly appeared in front of Arthur who was charging at high speed.

This ground spike obviously predicted his movement trajectory. At his current speed, he could not change the direction too much. Mike seemed to be able to see the ground spike piercing Arthur's body.

The next moment, Arthur suddenly shouted a meaningless word.

"Quinn!"

With this roar, an inverted triangle orange rune flashed, and then a round shield that was slightly darker than the armor suddenly appeared, wrapping Arthur's whole body.

At the same time, Arthur ran into the oncoming ground spikes without slowing down.

The bloody scene that Mike imagined did not appear. The sharp ground spikes shattered the moment they came into contact with the dark shield, turning into rubble all over the sky.

This was not all.

Mike released not only this ground spike this time, but five.

The next four ground spikes also drilled out of the ground, accurately predicted Arthur's running trajectory, and stabbed towards his thigh. However

, Arthur was like a tank, relying on the protection of his hard shield, and directly ignored these ground spikes and ran over them.

Seeing this, Mike was slightly stunned, and his footsteps were also choked. But he reacted immediately, waving the magic wand again, and a thick stone pillar tilted out of the ground from under Arthur's feet, trying to repel Arthur.

But what surprised Mike was that Arthur smiled when he saw this, and then he stomped his right foot hard, breaking the stone ground of the training ground into pieces. He then jumped high, stepped on the thick stone pillars, and jumped directly over Mike at an exaggerated speed.

Then, Arthur held the sword with both hands and raised the silver sword shining with cold light above his head. He adjusted his body slightly in the air and chopped it straight down at Mike!

"Ha!" (Happy New Year, brother and sister-in-law!)