Chapter 211 You're just daydreaming

Outside the door, listening to the faint sound of collapse coming from the training room, Mike scratched his head in annoyance.

This is really a headache.

I should have controlled the power of the spell earlier. Professor Flitwick's training room is very expensive. Now that most of it has collapsed with just one shot, Professor Flitwick will definitely skin me alive.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there is no one in the living room now. Professor Flitwick and Arthur and his apprentice are nowhere to be seen.

He had been using magic perception just now, so he knew that Professor Flitwick and Lolo used Apparition to save Arthur and his apprentice at the last minute. However, they left in a flash. Where should he go to find them?

With a long sigh, Mike shook his head helplessly.

It is definitely not possible to leave directly. He still has to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir. Now that he has beaten his proud disciple like that, he should go to visit him out of emotion and reason.

But where are they now?

Mike's brain was working fast, guessing where they might go.

When thinking about Arthur's serious injury and urgent need for treatment, Mike thought that Professor Flitwick might take them directly to the hospital.

And the best and only public hospital in the British wizarding world is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses!

Mike snapped his fingers and called Shuke's name.

The next second, the house elf Shuke appeared in front of him.

"Shuke, can you take me to St. Mungo's?"

"No problem, Master. I went to St. Mungo's with my previous master before." Shuke paused and said, "But Master, we'd better teleport to the door of the hospital, because the doctors hate people teleporting directly to the hospital."

Mike nodded, squatted down and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder, signaling him to leave immediately.

With a crisp snap of fingers, Mike's vision blurred and appeared in an alley.

This alley, like many alleys in the city at this time, was full of garbage. Looking at the garbage, Mike nodded again with emotion.

When he first came to this world, he could only pick up food from such garbage dumps.

Fortunately, Mike is not the kind of person who likes to reminisce. After letting Shuke leave first, he put on an illusion and came to the street.

He is now wearing a magic robe, and it is troublesome to be seen by pedestrians.

Under Shuke's leadership, Mike came to an old red brick building.

The sign of this building reads "Qingjin Department Store", but there is a sign on the door of the store saying that it is closed for renovation.

Mike, who has been in the wizarding world for two years, is no longer a fledgling, and naturally knows how to enter St. Mungo's.

He did not shy away from the Muggles passing by, and said directly to an ugly doll in front of the window: "I am here to visit the patient."

After explaining the purpose of the visit, the doll nodded slightly and waved its connected fingers.

Seeing this, Mike rushed straight into it as if the window glass did not exist.

The feeling of passing through the gate of St. Mungo's was very similar to that of passing through the nine and three quarters wall. Mike opened his eyes and appeared in a crowded reception area.

This reception area was crowded with people, most of whom were patients and their families in casual clothes. There were fewer doctors and nurses in dark green treatment clothes. It seemed that the medical resources in the wizarding world were also quite tight.

After taking a quick look at this magical hospital, Mike came to the information desk where there were full-time staff on duty.

At this time, a young man was arguing with the beautiful receptionist at the information desk with red ears, but no matter what he said, the receptionist had a stern face and looked indifferent.

Fortunately, their argument lasted only a moment, and soon after, the man left.

After the man left, the beautiful receptionist breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, were there two elderly wizards, one tall and one short, with a severely burned patient just here? I'm their friend, and I'm here to visit the injured."

"Name, identity." The beautiful receptionist glanced at Mike, and seeing that it was a boy who was still childish, she said unhappily, "You are not yet an adult, right? Underage wizards need to be accompanied by a guardian to visit patients." Mike knew

as soon as he heard the tone of voice that this beauty was venting her anger on him. The smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she said in a somewhat cold tone: "Why? Why have I never heard of such a rule?"

"We added it not long ago, because those underage wizards who lack discipline often can't control their hands and touch those expensive medical instruments and potions. In order to protect these things, we have to resort to this last resort."

You are just treating me like a naughty child!

Mike's face turned completely black, and his right hand with the combat wand sheath opened and closed, ready to move. To be honest, if this wasn't in the hospital, Mike would definitely teach him a lesson.

"It's okay, Thorin, I know him, just let him in."

A familiar voice came from the side. Mike looked over and saw a magic portrait hanging high on the wall not far away. The portrait was of an old witch with long silver curly hair. At this moment, the old witch was looking at Mike kindly.

Mike was stunned when he saw the portrait of the old witch, because he had seen the portrait of this witch in Dumbledore's office before, and later he specifically checked her identity.

This witch is the legendary witch: Dilys Devonte.

This witch with long silver curly hair is an outstanding healer. She has been the dean of St. Mungo's for 19 years and has saved countless lives with her superb healing skills. And after leaving St. Mungo's, she immediately went to Hogwarts to be the principal for 27 years, which is a great reputation.

Mike was not surprised that the portrait of this witch would be hung in St. Mungo's. What surprised him was that Devonte in this portrait actually knew him. So that means that the magic portraits of the same person share memories? Or is there actually only one person in the portrait, but he can move in any of his own portraits regardless of space?

"Yes! Ms. Devonte!" The receptionist was obviously very afraid of Ms. Devonte, and began to look up information in a panic. After a moment, she said, "They are in the Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor!"

Hearing this, Mike didn't think any more. After thanking Ms. Devonte, he took the magic elevator to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital is the Department of Curse Injury, which specializes in dealing with injuries caused by spells. For example, if you randomly transform your own mother into a tigress and cannot change back, you need to come here for treatment.

The fourth floor is the Department of Potions and Plant Poisoning.

The third floor is the Department of Strange Bacteria Infection. This department specializes in treating some strange diseases, such as dragon pox, dragon forest disease, etc. Among them, Mike has heard of a magical case, dragon forest disease. This disease is an epidemic disease, and it only exists in dragons. It is difficult for humans to be infected. Mike really doesn't understand how the patient contracted this disease, because the transmission route of this disease is indescribable.

The second floor is the Department of Biological Injury, which specializes in treating injuries caused by magical creatures, but sometimes people who are poisoned by poisonous creatures such as poisonous leopards will be transferred to the fourth floor.

The first floor is the Department of Instrumental Injury. There is nothing much to say about this. If you have a crucible explosion or are injured by a bludger, come here.

After walking around the fifth floor for a while, Mike found Flitwick and Vesemir, who were waiting at the door of the treatment room.

Compared with Vesemir, who was anxiously staring at the door of the treatment room, Professor Flitwick seemed much more relaxed. Mike noticed him as soon as he walked in.

"Mike, why are you here?"

"I came to see Arthur..."

Mike was only halfway through his words when Vesemir, who was standing next to him, ran over angrily with a cane and stretched out his hand to grab Mike's collar.

However, at this time, the duel champion badge had already been charged, and Vesemir's movement was too large, so it was regarded as an external physical attack.

So.

"Bang!"

Vesemir didn't expect Mike to fight back, so he hit the armor body without slowing down, and because he was leaning on a cane and his center of gravity was forward, he hit his face first.

Looking at Vesemir curled up on the ground, tears and nosebleeds, Mike and Flitwick were speechless.

Finally, Professor Flitwick came forward to help him up, stuffed two pieces of white cloth into his nostrils, and coaxed him for a long time before he gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Mac on the spot.

From the conversation between the two, Mac also learned about Arthur's current situation.

Arthur's vitality was incredible. Even though he was so seriously injured, he did not fall into a dying state. He was still alive and kicking when he was pushed into the treatment room.

Of course, this was largely due to Flitwick sending him to the hospital as soon as possible, otherwise even he would have to kneel.

After hearing all this, Mac also joined the conversation between the two. At first, Vesemir was a little indifferent to Mac, but he quickly fell under Mac's verbal attack and began to be willing to talk to Mac.

Seeing this, Mac's mouth corners pulled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and at the same time thought to himself:

"This is just an old child."

Flitwick and Mac, both masters and apprentices, were smart, so the topic quickly shifted from Arthur's injuries to Arthur's abilities.

"Hey, Vesemir, your precious apprentice is really strong! He almost cut Mike in half with one knife."

Flitwick said, but winked at Mike frantically. Mike naturally understood, and without saying any more polite words, he just nodded and said:

"Yes, yes!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Don't you see who taught him!"

Professor Flitwick saw that Vesemir was gradually letting himself go, and began to reveal his true purpose.

"How did you teach him? Let's exchange experiences?" Professor Flitwick said, "Also, didn't you say that your student is a Muggle? Why do I think he seems to know magic? In addition, his physical fitness is abnormally strong." As

soon as these words came out, the bright smile on Vesemir's face disappeared immediately, and his face became stern and silent.

He was not a fool, and naturally heard that Flitwick was trying to trick him.

When Mike was about to change the subject to ease the awkwardness, he looked around and saw that there were only three of them around, so he said:

"Arthur is indeed a Muggle with no magical talent. Even his swordsmanship talent is average. But his willpower is very strong. I believe you have all seen this."

Mike nodded silently. He had no doubts about this, because he was deeply impressed by Arthur's desperate charge at him despite being burned all over his body.

"It is because of his strong willpower that he passed the Trial of the Grass and gained extraordinary power."

Vesemir sighed at this point, while Professor Flitwick on the side was shocked and said in a tone of disbelief: "The Trial of the Grass you mentioned..."

"Yes, it's what you think."

Mike had a black question mark on his face. He really couldn't understand the conversation between the two.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick noticed his doubts and explained, "In ancient times, the power of wizards was not that strong, so the world did not belong to humans alone at that time. Monsters were rampant at that time, so a supernatural profession that was completely different from wizards was born, the demon hunter!

Demon hunters take it as their responsibility to protect ordinary people and eradicate monsters. When they were strong, even dark wizards who were also humans were their hunting targets. However, everything that goes up must decline, and the demon hunters soon weakened. They then became mercenaries similar to rangers, and some of them didn't even care who the target was. As long as there was money, they would take action.

By the end of the Middle Ages, demon hunters had completely disappeared, and the method of becoming a demon hunter had been lost.

It is impossible to trace how the demon hunter was born, but according to the only information available, in order to become a demon hunter, one must pass a trial called the Green Grass!"

After listening to Flitwick's explanation, Mike immediately became excited. Since Arthur possessed the power of a demon hunter, it meant that Vesemir had found the method for the Green Grass Trial.

If he could establish a good relationship with the other party and then use the Green Grass Trial to obtain the same physical fitness as Arthur, wouldn't he be able to obtain it?

He could even use the Green Grass Trial on his own men. Wouldn't it be great if all his men were little supermen?

Thinking of this, Mike's eyes were fixed on Vesemir, and his gaze gradually became hot.

Vesemir seemed to be a little uncomfortable with Mike's hot eyes. He snorted coldly, looked at Mike with some contempt and said, "I can see that you are a student who is completely profit-oriented! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. I'm telling you now that you will never pass the Green Grass Trial!"

The implication is:

You are thinking about shit!

Thanks to Duke Fei Dinan for the reward.

In addition, I feel that my water skills have improved a bit recently.