Chapter 83 Quidditch Training

The Room of Requirement seemed to have the ability to repair itself automatically. When Mike regained his sanity, he thought about it and the messy Room of Requirement was magically restored to its original state. That night, Mike did not return to his dormitory, but slept directly in the Room of Requirement.

Although the effects of the Killing Curse were mostly dissipated by the effect of the Greed Pendant, it still caused Mike a lot of trouble. In his sleep, Mike always dreamed of himself using the Killing Curse to kill people wantonly. To be honest, that feeling was great. Humans actually like destruction more than construction.

In his dream, Mike's consciousness was actually clear. He could clearly feel the flow of magic in his body every time he cast a spell, and he could also feel the warmth of the blood of those people or monsters splashing on his face, and he could also smell the pleasant rust smell of blood.

Although Mike tried his best to wake himself up, it was useless.

Mike in the dream was like he had turned on the "unlimited firepower" buff. The blackthorn wood wand was like a machine gun. All kinds of magic spells turned into rays of light of different colors without even having to recite the spells.

The people and scenery around him were constantly changing. Sometimes Mike was slaughtering his classmates and teachers on the Hogwarts campus, and sometimes he was killing strange aliens on the streets of Los Santos where he lived in his previous life...

When Mike was about to get lost in it, the magic alarm clock he had set by the bed woke him up.

Mike felt that his head was about to explode, and his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them. This feeling was like the state after a hangover from drinking fake wine in his previous life.

The lounge transformed by the Room of Requirement was extremely luxurious, and the bed Mike was lying on was as soft as a cloud, which made it extremely difficult for him to get up.

When the alarm rang for the third time, Mike sat up with difficulty. The severe headache made him extremely irritable, and the situation did not improve until he drank a bottle of Dolphin Magic Drink.

After forcing himself to get out of bed and walk towards the dressing mirror not far from the room, Mike wanted to know how miserable he would look now.

The floor of the room was covered with a thick carpet. Walking barefoot on it was warm and fluffy and comfortable. When Mike finally moved to the dressing mirror, a boy with sunken eye sockets, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes appeared in front of him.

"Huh!"

Mike exhaled deeply. The side effects of the Killing Curse were far greater than he expected. It seemed that the principle of equivalent exchange also applied in the wizarding world. The Killing Curse was powerful and consumed very little, but it also required great willpower from the caster.

Most of the crazy Death Eaters in the original book really became like that because of excessive use of the Killing Curse. The reason why some high-end Death Eaters, mainly Snape, were able to maintain a relatively normal state was that their willpower was very strong, especially Snape. As a master of brain occlumency, his attainments in this area far exceeded most people in the wizarding world.

"Brain occlumency again." Mike sighed helplessly.

At present, it seems that if he wants to completely master the killing curse, he must master the brain block, and he also needs the brain block to resist the temptation of the light door in the Ravenclaw common room. It can be said that the brain block is the spell that Mike wants to master the most now.

However, Mike's research on the brain block is still blank.

Mike did not dwell on it for too long. He washed himself a little and made himself look a little better before going to the classroom. It took him a long time to get up today. If he didn't go, he would be late.

When Mike sat in the crowded classroom, he found that the impact of the killing curse on him seemed to be far from over. Now Mike felt a sense of chest tightness and shortness of breath, which made him very irritable.

Before, in the corridor, a first-year junior accidentally bumped into Mike while playing with his classmates. Mike usually laughed it off when encountering such a thing, but today Mike actually had a strong urge to draw out his wand and cast a killing curse on him.

The Gryffindor kid wanted to apologize after bumping into Mike, but when he looked up and saw Mike's bloodshot eyes, he was so scared that he couldn't even speak. In the end, he cried under Mike's murderous gaze.

The kid's shrill cry woke Mike up. Looking at the kid crying and the strange looks of his classmates, he knew that his expression must be terrible.

Fortunately, there were not many classes today. Mike rushed out of the classroom as soon as the professor announced the end of class, suppressing the irritable feeling in his chest. In his current state, it is not suitable for him to stay in a crowded place.

But when Mike hurried back to the Ravenclaw common room and prepared to go to the dormitory for a good sleep, he found that Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain Roger was playing with a golden snitch model in the common room out of boredom, as if waiting for someone.

"Hey! Mike."

Seeing Mike coming in, Roger immediately put away the golden snitch model in his hand and greeted Mike.

Mike had a bad feeling in his heart that Roger might come to find him for training. Pretending not to hear Roger's voice, Mike silently quickened his pace and walked towards the dormitory.

"Hey, brother." Roger rushed behind Mike and grabbed Mike's shoulder with his right hand. "Don't walk so fast. I'm here to inform you that you have been accepted by the Quidditch school team. And your friend, he was also accepted, although he is a substitute batsman. Now come with me, our new members' first round of training is about to begin."

Mike, who was suddenly pulled by someone, felt that the irritability in his heart once again emerged uncontrollably. He resisted the urge to take out his wand and turned his head to look at Roger without saying a word.

Roger was frightened by Mike's eyes at this time. The cold eyes when Mike turned his head gave him the illusion that he was locked by a poisonous snake.

The right hand on Mike's shoulder quickly retracted as if it was burned by something, and he spread his hands and raised them to his chest in a surrender gesture and said, "Oh! Oh! Brother, what's that expression on your face?"

Mike also noticed his abnormality at this time, rubbed his face hard, and said with a sleepy look, "Sorry to scare you, Roger. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm in a bad mood now. You can see my current state. I may not be able to go to the new member training."

Roger swallowed hard and recovered from the shock just now.

After observing Mike's expression, he found that he really looked like he was over-cultivating as he said, so he said in embarrassment, "No, Mike, the main purpose of today's training is to let new members and old members get to know each other. It's not good for you not to go, right? How about this, you don't have to participate in the training later, but you still have to go. After we introduce each other, you can go back and have a good rest, okay?"

Mike knew that Roger had been told by Professor Flitwick to take good care of him. Generally, Roger would not force him to go to unimportant training if he did not want to. After all, even if he did not go to a training session, he could still let the substitute batsman play on the field.

Perhaps, this would make Roger more satisfied.

Because Roger himself might not think highly of Mike's talent. In his opinion, Mike was probably forced in by Professor Flitwick to be gilded. The person he really favored was Franklin. If Mike did not play, Franklin would be his replacement.

In this case, Roger still asked Mike to attend this training, which meant that this training was really important.

"Well, let's go." Mike sighed and walked straight to the Quidditch field.

Seeing that Mike walked ahead of him without caring about him, Roger could not help but complain in his heart: "Hey, you are so arrogant, you backdoor guy."

At the same time, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face, but it was soon replaced by an attentive smile. He walked a few steps quickly and walked in front of Mike.

Mike was completely unaware of Roger's little move. He was now fighting against the irritability. He found that this feeling was very similar to the feeling after a smoking addiction, the same chest tightness, the same irritability.

Today's weather was very good, the bright sunshine was floating on the Quidditch field, and the whole field was shining with golden light. As soon as he walked out of Hogwarts Castle, the dazzling sunlight made Mike unable to open his eyes.

After Mike completely adapted, he saw that the Quidditch field was very lively at this time. Not only were the Ravenclaw players doing training for the new and old players, but the Slytherin players were also on the field.

The blue and green groups were facing each other, and from time to time, one or two wizarding curses would come out of the crowd. The Slytherin players seemed very proud under the leadership of their captain, while the Ravenclaw players were like little wives who were wronged but dared not get angry.

Before Mike could react, Roger rushed out.

"Flint! What the hell are you doing!"

Roger's arrival boosted the spirits of the Ravenclaw players. They seemed to have found their backbone, and their voices became much louder when arguing with the Slytherins.

Roger walked towards the center of the crowd angrily, and the surrounding Ravenclaw players made way to make a path for their captain.

The tall young man with a buzz cut at the front of the Slytherin team looked at Roger who was gradually approaching, with a look of disdain on his face, and deliberately raised the flying broom in his hand so that Roger could notice it. The aggressive

Roger wanted to say something, but when he saw the broom in the hand of Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the words that were already on his lips were suddenly stuck.

PY: I recommend a new book by a friend in the group, "We Are Really Superpowers". The funny daily life of a silly boy in the superpower city almost made me laugh to death when I read it.