Chapter 212: Revenge for personal gain

Mike was immediately displeased. After all, he was the dueling champion of Hogwarts and a recognized genius in the whole school. You are now saying that I can't pass this damn Trial of Grass?

"Mr. Vesemir thinks I am not talented enough?" Mike said with a hint of meaning, "Or do you have other reasons?" "

Humph! You are already talking back to the elderly at such a young age. The world is really going downhill!" Vesemir said, "To be honest with you, the key to passing the Trial of Grass is not talent, but willpower and luck! Otherwise, even with Arthur's talent, he would not be able to become a witcher."

"The Trial of Grass is actually a complete set of magical human body transformation methods, including exclusive potions and special operations. This method has been lost for a long time, and I have spent my whole life and barely found 80% of it. The survival rate of this transformation is extremely 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 that he will die in pain. Most witchers, Even if you pass the test in the end, you will still have a psychological shadow, which will lead to extreme behavior in the future.

And Arthur, he is definitely the person with the strongest willpower 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 it to be a magical body transformation.

If it was the former, Mike would definitely find a way to get the method. But as for the latter, forget it.

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

But when he went out to travel, he transformed himself into a ghost without a nose after undergoing a magical body transformation for strength.

Although Arthur did not change much, he could not be considered a human being, which could be seen from his golden snake eyes. Mike even suspected that he had lost his fertility.

Seeing Mike lost in thought, Vesemir thought that he had said something too harsh, so he said a little apologetically: "You don't have to be sad. Arthur has his fate, and you have your talent. I will teach you duel swordsmanship when I go back! With your magic talent, it is no worse than that of a demon hunter."

Mike nodded.

The cause of the duel just now was that Mike wanted to learn swordsmanship from Vesemir, and Mike was not worried that Vesemir would regret it. Flitwick and Mike didn't even mention this matter along the way, and fully trusted Vesemir.

Obviously, Vesemir didn't let Mike down.

"Who is Vesemir?"

Suddenly, a voice that seemed a little tired came. When

everyone heard the voice and looked, they saw a therapist in 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 crutches and limped to him.

"Doctor! How is Arthur?"

"He's fine, take him away quickly, we have other patients to treat here."

Vesemir was stunned when he heard this. He didn't believe what the therapist said. After all, Arthur's previous injuries were too serious, and almost all of his skin was burned. The therapist now told him that he was cured and he was fine. He was very disappointed.

"You, you are not kidding? He was so seriously injured..."

"Since you don't believe us, why did you send him here?"

"No, I'm not..."

"Don't waste your time, take him away quickly!"

Vesemir, who was so arrogant in front of Mike before, had no temper in front of the therapist at this moment. After being scolded for a while, he had to walk into the treatment room with Mike and others.

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

This smell was not the smell of alcohol, but a smell similar to a potion that Mike had never smelled before.

After walking a little further inside, they saw a mummy wrapped in white bandages staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, and there were faint traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.

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

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

Vesemir didn't even want his crutches anymore, and threw them aside and rushed to Arthur's bed.

"Teacher! Take me home quickly! I don't want to stay here anymore!" Arthur struggled as if he had seen a savior, "They are not doctors, they are all devils!" As

soon as these words came out, Mike and others looked at the therapist who led them in with doubts, especially Vesemir. The meaning in his eyes was clearly that if you don't explain clearly, he will dig a hole for you and bury you overnight.

"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 grow skin again, we usually anesthetize the patient. But this person, his body's resistance to magic and potions is too high, neither the water of life and death nor the coma spell is effective 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 his stomach was cut open, but Arthur's experience was obviously much worse.

Mike only saw it, at least he didn't feel any pain before he was knocked unconscious again. And Arthur, he not only witnessed everything, but also felt the whole process...

"Hiss~"

Mike couldn't help but get goosebumps just thinking about it, and his eyes looking at Arthur on the bed were full of sympathy.

"Okay, let's go back." Flitwick 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 is a fireplace for patients."

Flitwick had been a teacher of spells for so many years, so he was not surprised at all that the therapist knew him. He dragged Vesemir to the direction the therapist pointed.

Seeing this, Mike also used the levitation spell to carry the mummy Arthur and followed.

At first, Mike didn't quite understand what a fireplace for patients was, but after using it, he understood what it meant to be for patients.

Compared with ordinary fireplaces, the patient-specific fireplace has no difference in appearance, except that it is a little bigger. However, the patient-specific fireplace is much more comfortable than ordinary fireplaces. Mike returned to Professor Flitwick's home without feeling any discomfort.

Vesemir had also calmed down. 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 had collapsed by half, and there were rubble everywhere. Although the flames had been extinguished, the temperature in the training ground was still very high.

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

He now had the urge to escape from here immediately.

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

Vesemir's exclamation suddenly came, making Professor Flitwick's face even uglier.

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

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

"Right hand."

"Well, go get a wooden sword from Arthur's bag of invisible stretch spells."

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

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

Flitwick immediately gritted his teeth when he heard this, but he looked at Mike and forced himself to hold it back, and silently left the indoor training ground.

Vesemir on the other side became more arrogant, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Seeing that Mike hadn't made any move, Vesemir shouted, "What are you still standing there for! Go get it!"

Retracting his complicated gaze from Professor Flitwick's receding back, Mike looked at Vesemir deeply again, and didn't say anything, but picked up a stone and used Transfiguration on it.

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

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

"Boy, no magic, use your left hand to hold this sword and attack me!"

Mike, who had long been dissatisfied with Vesemir's behavior, would not be humble when he heard this. As soon as Vesemir finished speaking, he rushed over with the sword in both hands and stabbed him in the forehead.

That's right, he held the sword in both hands.

He was not prepared to listen to Vesemir obediently. The figure of Professor Flitwick leaving just now made him feel a little guilty and sad. It didn't matter whether he could learn swordsmanship now. The important thing was to beat up this bad disabled old man first.

However, Mike was still too naive.

Vesemir picked up the rotten wooden crutch he was leaning on with his right hand, and stabbed Mike in the face while Mike was chopping with his sword, which made Mike's face swollen. He lay on the ground, covering his face and rolling over.

"Didn't I tell you to use only your left hand?! Are your ears for nothing? Get up! Stop crying like a woman!"

How could Mike bear this?

Regardless of his bleeding nose, Mike quickly picked up the wooden sword that fell to the side, and did not get up. He lay on the ground and chopped at Vesemir's intact leg.

In Mike's imagination, Vesemir, an old man with a broken leg, should have very weak mobility. And now that he was lying on the ground, his vigilance against him should be at a minimum. So this knife should hit the target for sure! Mike

could even imagine Vesemir lying on the ground, covering his leg and wailing.

As for you saying that Mike was too mean to treat a disabled old man like this?

Sorry, Mike didn't even know how to spell the word integrity. He has always been a man who will do anything to achieve his goal.

However...

before he knew it, Vesemir's rotten wooden cane arrived just as Mike had just swung his sword.

He saw it hit Mike's arm directly.

"Ah!"

As Mike screamed in pain, the wooden sword in his hand slipped out of his hand and fell not far away.

Vesemir's sword hit his tendons directly, which not only made Mike feel great pain, but also made his entire arm lose consciousness.

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

While cursing, Vesemir's cane fell on Mike's body like raindrops, making a dull sound.

Vesemir was quite vicious. He chose to beat Mike's soft parts, which made Mike extremely painful. He couldn't fight back and could only roll on the ground.

Finally, Mike couldn't bear it anymore.

'Damn it, why should I, a wizard, learn swordsmanship! I can't learn swordsmanship, but I must teach this old man a lesson today! '

Thinking like this, Mike's mind moved and the blackthorn wood wand appeared in his right hand.

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

Although Mike is right-handed, he can actually cast spells with his left hand, but it's just a little slower.

As soon as Mike's left hand touched the wand, he heard a sound of breaking wind. Then, Mike was hit on the forehead by a stick before he even had time to turn around.

The force of this stick was so great that it directly knocked out golden stars in Mike's vision.

When Mike finally woke up a little, he found that the wand in his hand had disappeared. When he looked up again, he saw Vesemir holding his wand in one hand and a cane in the other, grinning at him.

Mike was desperate now. He now understood completely that Vesemir was not trying to teach him swordsmanship. He was clearly taking advantage of the fact that he had beaten Arthur so badly before, so he was taking the opportunity to teach him swordsmanship to get revenge!

The cane attacked again, and Mike no longer had the will to resist. Vesemir's swordsmanship was too good. His untrained body was no match for him at all. He could only curl up and try to use his back to receive the cane.

At this time, outside the training room, Professor Flitwick smiled with satisfaction as he heard the screams coming from Mike.

But as the screams became more miserable, Flitwick became worried.

However, this worry only lasted for a short moment.

"Mike, that stinky boy, messed up my training room like this, so let him be beaten for a while longer." Professor Flitwick muttered to himself, "Well! Just half an hour! I'll go in and save him in half an hour! Haha!"