Chapter 223 Despicable Vesemir

The meditation method used by Mike is still the Raven Meditation Method obtained from the Raven's Nest. This rare meditation method can improve the user's talent and mental power if used for a long time. Therefore, although the amount of improvement is very small, Mike still Meditate literally every day.

Generally speaking, Mike would not meditate for more than two hours a day, but today because he had to wait for Harry, Mike actually meditated all night.

When Mike opened his eyes, what appeared in front of him was a boy with messy hair and red and swollen eyes. Mike looked at the already dim sky and the tired look on the young man's face. Instead of persuading Harry to go back and rest, he took out a bottle of Fat Man's Happy Edition of Dolphin's 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 the mental fatigue caused by staying up late had disappeared.

Looking at the magic drink in his hand in surprise, Harry could not believe it as he felt the abundant vitality in his body. He had drunk Dolphin's Magic Drink before. Although it had a refreshing effect, it was definitely not as strong as the bottle in front of him. If I drink this drink every day, will I not have to sleep?

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

Of course, his time will never be spent on studying, but on night excursions.

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

Mike on the side watched Harry's eyes gradually brighten, and probably guessed what Harry was thinking, so he struck: "The functional version of Dolphin's Magic Drink is just forcibly overdrawing your vitality. In this way, you can gain You have to pay back the energy you came with. Okay, don’t waste time, let’s go quickly.”

Hearing this, Harry's eyes dimmed, he shook his head with regret and followed Mike's pace.

After a while, the two appeared in front of a ruins.

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

After the war, in order to commemorate the sacrifices of the Potters, people did not demolish or rebuild the house where they lived, but preserved it intact as a commemoration.

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

The outer fence has grown wild due to being neglected all year round. Although most of the houses are relatively well preserved, they are completely covered by large tracts of ivy, and only the outlines of some houses can be seen clearly.

A large 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.

"call!"

Harry took a deep breath, and Mike beside him could clearly feel that his body was shaking. His mood must be very complicated at this moment.

Tremblingly, Harry stretched out his hand and grabbed the rusty door. The strength in Harry's hand became stronger and stronger, causing the skin on his fist to gradually turn white.

He didn't want to open the door, he just wanted to become part of the house.

Perhaps because his contact with the gate triggered some mechanism, a wooden sign suddenly rose from the weeds nearby, with shining golden words written on it:

On the evening of October 31, 1981, it was here that Lily Potter and James Potter lost their lives.

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

The house, invisible to Muggles, remained in ruins.

As a memorial to Mr. and Mrs. Porter.

It also serves as a wake-up call to the violence that tore their families apart.

There are a large number of other words surrounding these simple words. Some people chose to simply write their names in permanent ink, some simply carved the words into the wood, and still others wrote some phrases.

The writing on it is densely packed with old and worn out words, but what everyone says has the same meaning:

Good luck to you, Harry, wherever you are now!

"Haha." Mike looked at the words on the sign and said with some disdain, "This place has become a tourist attraction after your parents died. Countless wizards come here to visit every day. Look at the good things they have done. Carving words on other people’s monuments, haha, what a quality!”

"Don't say that, Mike!" Harry said, fumbling with the words on the sign, "I'm glad they did that, it's great!"

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

Mike shook his head as he watched Harry jump up and down looking for other messages. He really couldn't understand Harry's brain circuit. If anyone dared to carve some bullshit phrase on his parents' monument, he would definitely find those people and give them a shot of Avada Kedavra. .

The premise is that Mike can find his biological parents.

After accompanying Harry to visit his parents' former home for a while, it was not until noon that Mike, who was so hungry that he couldn't bear it any longer, dragged Harry back to Flitwick's house for lunch.

Harry, who had been protesting that he wanted to continue the visit, was like a mouse meeting a cat when he saw Flitwick, and he instantly became a good boy.

Even when eating, he didn't dare to grab it directly like he did in school. Instead, he followed the example of Mike and others and used the knife and fork honestly. Mike just wanted to laugh at the twisted look.

He is still a child after all, and although Professor Flitwick is a friendly professor, he is still essentially a teacher. For students like Harry, whose grades are not very good, teachers are their nemesis.

After dinner, Professor Flitwick invited Harry to stay at his home. Harry was not willing to agree, but he hesitated for a long time and was speechless. 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 relax, but the second half of his words made Harry's heart rise to his chest again.

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

After speaking, Mike gave a thumbs up to Luo Luo in the corner, which made Luo Luo shed tears again.

Harry, on the other hand, was petrified on the spot. Thinking about having to eat at the same table with the professor every day from now on, Harry felt that the steaming food in front of him no longer tasted good.

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"Mike, why did you bring me here?"

In the Dolphin Magic Drink Factory, Harry looked around, looking a little restless.

Before Mike could answer him, a worker in black uniform suddenly jumped out and stood upright, punched his heart with his right hand, and saluted Mike.

This turn of events shocked Harry, and he quickly imitated the other person's gesture and returned the salute. Finally, with a red face, he followed Mike, who didn't stop at all.

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

Harry felt like he was going crazy. After taking a short break after lunch, Mike brought him to this place. It looked like this place should be a factory, but the people here were very strange. Harry felt that everyone's eyes were focused on them, and the strangest thing was that people wearing exactly the same uniforms saluted them!

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

"Is this so..."

It dawned on Harry that if Mike was the boss of these people, then all this would make sense. After all, Harry had once seen Uncle Vernon talking to his boss on the phone at home, and he looked so groveling that he 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 suddenly shuddered as he thought about this, because he thought about his future work problems.

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

"arrive!"

"ah!"

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

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

Mike, on the other hand, was completely unafraid and walked up to the old man's cannibalistic gaze.

"You let us go this morning, so the training in the afternoon was changed to actual combat with me!"

"Don't be like this, Vesemir. I've brought a new friend." The smile on Mike's face suddenly froze when he heard the actual battle, and he pulled Harry out from behind and said, "Let me introduce this. It’s Harry Potter.”

Mike knew very well what Vesemir was doing. He must have wanted 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 magic training and swordsmanship training. As his swordsmanship became higher and higher, Mike gradually expanded.

Until... Vesemir came to him for practical training again and again.

Harry looked very frightened when he was suddenly pushed out, but out of basic courtesy, he stumbled and finished introducing himself.

To Mike's surprise, Vesemir and Arthur seemed not to know about Harry's legendary deeds. After introducing each other to Harry, they brought up the actual training again.

Mike felt like he was so angry that he had a toothache. This time he brought Harry here just to escape punishment. However, Vesemir, this bad old man, didn't seem to accept this trick.

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

"Okay! But I want to use a wand! What I want to learn is the fighting method of using a wand with a long sword, not the left-handed sword technique!"

"Hahaha! Yes! You little brat!"

Vesemir laughed three times, pulled out a wooden sword from the weapons rack on the side and threw it to Mike.

Mike caught the wooden sword firmly, and after doing a sword dance in the air, he took out his wand, with the wand in his right hand and the long sword in his left hand in a fighting posture.

There was a smile on his face at this moment, because he didn't believe that Vesemir had any chance of winning if he used a wand.

‘Can we finally avenge the blood feud? Damn old man, I will repay you double the pain I have suffered during this period! ’

Arthur and Harry on the side looked at the two people who were about to start a fight in front of them, their faces were confused, and they hurriedly said.

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

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

The persuasion of these two people undoubtedly angered Vesemir. He took out his scarred wand and roared: "Shut up, everyone! Just watch from the side!"

Harry and Arthur immediately turned into little quails and hid aside and stopped talking.

"Old man, stop inking and start!"

"Hmph! If you want to be tortured, I will help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Vesemir's legs, which were much thicker than ordinary people, squatted down and made a power-charging movement, and then jumped fiercely in the direction of Mike.

On Mike's side, before he could react, he saw Vesemir approaching quickly. Mike secretly said something mean and put on a layer of armor to protect himself, while raising his wooden sword to block.

Mike knew very well that after Vesemir jumped over, he would suddenly take out a wooden sword and his own from the bag of traceless stretching spells, and then jump and chop directly...

This is the conclusion he concluded with blood and tears in several actual combat trainings in the past.

Vesemir is a villain who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals!

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 a fireball to go down and kill Vesemir. Arthur would go crazy...

Things turned out just as Mike expected. Vesemir in mid-air looked at Mike who was making a defensive posture below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

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

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

Mike's three views were refreshed again. He had never seen such an insidious person. He said he would use a training wooden sword for actual combat training, but you actually used a real one! ?

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

While he was raising his sword, his right hand holding the wand was not idle either. His wand passed through the air for a brief moment, and then a dazzling white light shot out from the tip of his wand...

"Lumos!"

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

This is fluorescent light! ? Is this a flash bomb?

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

But he was still a step too late.

The silver sword with a faint blood-red light slashed down on the head with powerful force. The defense of the wooden sword and armor protection charm in Mike's hand was 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 all his strength, and the sword finally hit the ground.

Mike was blind and only felt a chill coming from the top of his head, cutting against his cheek and hitting the ground. The next moment, Mike fell backwards and gasped for breath. He had just faced death.

As for Vesemir, the disability of one leg still hindered him. After striking out the sword, he lost his balance and fell out.

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PY: I’m such a vet.

This is a supernatural pet novel, and the various settings in it are quite interesting. He is testing the waters this week, and any brother who can help him will be welcome.

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