Chapter 223 Despicable Vesemir

The meditation method Mike used was still the Raven Meditation Method from the Raven's Nest. This rare meditation method can improve the user's talent and mental strength if used for a long time. So even though the improvement is very small, Mike still meditates almost every day.

Generally speaking, Mike's meditation time will not exceed two hours a day, but today, because he had to wait for Harry, Mike actually meditated all night.

When Mike opened his eyes, a boy with messy hair and red and swollen eyes appeared in front of him. Mike looked at the already dim sky and the tired look of the boy, and did not persuade Harry to go back to rest. Instead, he took out a bottle of the fat house version of Dolphin Magic Drink and handed it to him.

"Cheer up, young man, you still have a place to go."

"Thank you, Mike."

Harry took the magic drink and drank it, and instantly felt that all his mental fatigue caused by staying up late disappeared.

Looking at the magic drink in his hand in surprise, feeling the abundant vitality in his body, Harry was a little unbelievable. He had drunk the Dolphin Magic Drink before. Although it had a refreshing effect, it was definitely not as strong as the one in front of him. If he drank this drink every day, would he not need to sleep?

Harry's eyes gradually brightened. If he didn't need to rest, he would have more time to use.

Of course, he would never spend his time on studying, but on night tours.

Don't forget, he has an invisibility cloak passed down from his father.

Mike, who was standing by, saw Harry's eyes gradually brighten, and probably guessed Harry's thoughts, so he hit him: "The Dolphin Magic Drink functional version is just forcibly overdrawing your vitality. The energy gained in this way must be paid back. Okay, don't waste time, let's go."

Hearing this, Harry's eyes darkened, and he shook his head with some regret and followed Mike's steps.

A moment later, the two appeared in front of a ruin.

This is the former residence of the Potter family, and it is also the place where the Potters died.

After the war, in order to commemorate the sacrifice of the Potters, people did not demolish or rebuild the house where they lived during their lifetime, but kept it intact as a memorial.

So what appeared in front of Harry at this moment was a dilapidated building.

The outer fence had grown wild because no one had taken care of it for many years. Although most of the house was well preserved, it was completely covered by large patches of ivy, and only some of the outlines of the house could be seen.

A big hole was blown out on the right side of the top floor of the house. Harry's eyes were fixed on it. He was almost certain that it was the place where Voldemort killed his parents.

"Huh!"

Harry exhaled deeply. Mike beside him could clearly feel that his body was constantly shaking. His mood must be very complicated at this moment.

He stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the rusty door. The more strength Harry used in his hand, the more white the skin on his fist began to turn.

He didn't want to open the door, but just hoped that he could become a part of the house.

Perhaps because his contact with the door triggered some mechanism, a wooden sign suddenly rose from the weeds beside it, with words shining with golden light:

On the night of October 31, 1981, here, Lily Potter and James Potter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry Potter, became the only wizard to escape the killing curse.

This house, invisible to Muggles, remained in ruins.

As a monument to the Potters.

It also serves as a warning to the violence that tore apart their family.

There are a lot of other words around these simple words. Some people chose to simply write their names in ink that will never fade, some simply carved the words into the wood, and some wrote some short phrases.

The handwriting on it is dense and old, but everyone says the same thing:

Harry, good luck, no matter where you are now!

"Haha." Mike looked at the words on the sign and said with some disdain, "After your parents died, this place became a tourist attraction. Countless wizards come here to visit every day. Look at the good things they did, carving words on other people's monuments. Haha, what kind of quality!"

"Don't say that, Mike!" Harry fumbled for the words on the sign and said, "I'm glad they did it. It's great!"

Harry's words didn't seem to be false, because he was extremely excited at the moment, and he was completely different from the time he was in the cemetery.

Looking at Harry jumping up and down looking for other messages, Mike shook his head. He really couldn't understand Harry's train of thought. If anyone dared to carve some bullshit short sentence like "I was here" on his parents' monument, he would definitely find those people and reward them with an Avada Kedavra each.

The premise is that Mike can find his biological parents.

He accompanied Harry to visit his parents' former residence for a long time, until noon when Mike, who was hungry and couldn't bear it any longer, dragged Harry back to Flitwick's house for lunch.

Harry, who had been protesting to continue the tour, became a good boy as soon as he saw Flitwick, just like a mouse seeing a cat.

Even when eating, he didn't dare to grab the food with his hands like he did in school, but used a knife and fork like Mike and others. Mike just wanted to laugh at his awkward look. He

was still a child after all. Although Professor Flitwick was a friendly professor, he was still a teacher in essence. For students like Harry who didn't do well in their studies, teachers were like nemesis.

After dinner, Professor Flitwick invited Harry to live in his house. Harry didn't agree at all. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a word. In the end, it was Mike who helped him out.

"Forget it, Professor Flitwick, just let him live in my house."

Mike's words made Harry feel relieved, but the next half of his words made Harry's heart rise to his chest again.

"Since our two families live so close, we will come here every day to eat!" Mike said, "After all, Luo Luo's cooking is so delicious!"

After saying that, Mike gave Luo Luo a thumbs up in the corner, causing Luo Luo to cry again.

Harry was petrified on the spot. Thinking about having to eat at the same table with the professor every day, Harry felt that the steaming food in front of him was not fragrant.

...

"Mike, why did you bring me here?"

Harry looked around in the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, looking a little anxious.

Before Mike could answer him, a worker in a black uniform suddenly jumped out and stood straight, slammed his chest with his right hand, and saluted Mike.

This change scared Harry, and he quickly imitated the other person and saluted, and finally followed Mike who didn't stop at all with a red face.

"What's going on here, why do they want to salute you?"

Harry felt that he was going crazy. After lunch and resting for a while, Mike brought him to this place. It looks like this should be a factory, but the people here are very strange. Harry feels that everyone's eyes are focused on them, and the strangest thing is that those people wearing the same uniforms will salute them!

"This is my factory, I am their boss." Mike replied without turning his head, "Aren't you curious about why I have changed so much? I brought you here today to reveal the answer."

"Is that so..."

Harry suddenly realized that if Mike was the boss of these people, then all this can be explained. After all, Harry had seen Uncle Vernon at home talking to his boss on the phone, and he was also servile and even wanted to kneel on the ground to answer the phone.

So, the relationship between all bosses and employees in the world should be like this, right?

Harry shuddered suddenly thinking about this, because he thought about his future work problems.

If I also find a boss, wouldn't I also...

"We're here!"

"Ah!"

Mike's shout rescued Harry from the terrible association. Looking in the direction of Mike, there was a large field similar to the playground of a Muggle school. At this moment, two men, one old and one young, were standing on the training ground. The young man was holding a silver sword high and constantly chopping, while the old man was staring at the two of them.

Perhaps frightened by the old man's vicious eyes, Harry shrank behind Mike.

Mike was not afraid at all and walked up to the old man's cannibalistic eyes.

"You stood us up this morning, so the afternoon training will be changed to actual combat with me!"

"Don't be like that, Vesemir. I brought a new friend." The smile on Mike's face froze when he heard about actual combat. He pulled Harry out from behind and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Harry Potter."

Mike knew exactly what Vesemir was up to. He must want to use the excuse of actual combat training to teach him a lesson. Although

Mike was very busy during this period, he did not miss the daily spell training and swordsmanship training. As his swordsmanship attainments became higher and higher, Mike gradually became arrogant.

Until... Vesemir and him had actual combat training again and again.

Harry, who was suddenly pushed out, looked very frightened, but out of basic courtesy, he still stumbled and finished his self-introduction.

To Mike's surprise, Vesemir and Arthur seemed to be unaware of Harry's legendary deeds. After introducing each other to Harry, they mentioned actual combat training again.

Mike felt a little angry. He brought Harry here to escape punishment. However, the old man Vesemir didn't seem to buy it.

Licking his front teeth, Mike's eyes quickly passed over Harry and Arthur, and finally fell on Vesemir.

"Okay! But I want to use the magic wand! What I want to learn is the fighting method of the magic wand and the long sword, not the left-handed sword method!"

"Hahaha! Okay! You little bastard!"

Vesemir laughed three times, pulled out a wooden sword from the weapon rack beside him and threw it to Mike.

Mike caught the wooden sword steadily, and after making a sword flower in the air, he took out the magic wand, and posed for a battle posture with the magic wand in his right hand and the long sword in his left hand.

At this moment, his face was full of smiles, because he didn't believe that Vesemir would have any chance of winning if he used the magic wand.

'Can I finally get my revenge? Old man, I will pay you back double for the pain I have suffered during this period! '

Arthur and Harry, who were standing by, looked at the two men who were about to fight and said in confusion.

"Teacher! Why don't you let me do it? You just need to have a good rest."

"Yes, Mike. Although the old man looks fierce, he should be a good person. You..."

The persuasion of the two undoubtedly angered Vesemir. He drew out his scarred wand and roared, "Shut up! Just watch!"

Harry and Arthur immediately turned into quails and hid aside without saying anything.

"Old man, stop wasting time and start!"

"Humph! You want to be abused, then I'll fulfill your wish!"

As soon as the voice fell, Vesemir's legs, which were much thicker than those of ordinary people, squatted down and made a charging action, and then suddenly jumped towards Mike.

Mike, who had not yet reacted, saw Vesemir approaching quickly. Mike secretly said that he was despicable and put on a layer of armor to protect himself, while raising the wooden sword to block.

Mike knew very well that after Vesemir jumped over, he would definitely take out a wooden sword from the bag of the traceless stretch spell and then jump and chop directly...

This was the conclusion he had drawn with blood and tears in several practical trainings in the past.

Vesemir was a villain who would do anything to achieve his goal!

Facing Vesemir jumping in the air, Mike could have used other methods to deal with it, such as directly using his best fire spell. But Mike's reason told him that this was just a practical training. He didn't want to blow Vesemir to death with a fireball, Arthur would go crazy...

Things really went as Mike expected. Vesemir in the air looked at Mike who was in a defensive posture below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The next moment, his right hand brushed against the bag on his waist. When his right hand was swung to the top of his head due to inertia, he had already made a silver sword in his hand that shone brightly under the sun.

Hmm? Silver sword? Shouldn't it be a wooden sword?

Mike's worldview was refreshed again. He had never seen such a sinister person before. We agreed that I would use a wooden sword for training, but you actually used a real weapon! ?

Mike's inner complaints did not last long, because Vesemir in mid-air did not stop his movements.

While he raised his sword, his right hand holding the wand was not idle. His wand made a simple sweep in the air, and then a dazzling white light shot out from the tip of his wand...

"Fluorescent flash!"

Mike felt as if he had just looked directly at the sun at close range. At this moment, his vision was white and he could not see the scenery in front of him at all.

Is this fluorescent flash! ? Is this a flash bomb!

While complaining, Mike retreated quickly, because he knew that Vesemir's real attack was coming.

But he was still a step late.

The silver sword with a faint blood-red light carried a powerful force and chopped down on Mike's head. The wooden sword in Mike's hand and the defense of the armor protection spell were easily cut open like butter cut by a hot knife.

Fortunately, Vesemir's purpose was to teach Mike a lesson, so he did not use his full strength, and the sword finally chopped on the ground.

Mike was blind and only felt a chill coming from the top of his head, slashing to the ground close to his cheek. The next moment, Mike fell backwards to the ground, gasping for breath. He had just faced death.

And Vesemir, the disability of one leg still hindered him. After the sword was slashed, he lost his balance and fell out.

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PY: I am really a veterinarian.

This is a supernatural pet animal novel. The various settings in it are quite interesting. He is testing the waters this week. As a brother, I can help as much as I can.

I am really a veterinarian