Chapter 16： Responsive room

The eighth floor of Hogwarts is very deserted compared to other floors. There are no classrooms that little wizards use daily. Therefore, people who come here either have a purpose, or are lost or bored.

And Mike is obviously the one with ulterior motives.

At this time, he is standing opposite the tapestry where the giant stick beats the silly Barnabas. This is the place where the famous responsive room is located.

It is said that the responsive room can meet almost any needs of the user, as long as you walk back and forth across the tapestry three times, and meditate three times in your heart what you want.

Then a door will appear on the bare wall, and when you open it, you will find a room that is just arranged to meet your needs.

It is said that Dumbledore once had a urgency and couldn't find the toilet after a reception. He paced back and forth in front of the responsive room when a door suddenly appeared on the wall. He entered and found that the room was full. A variety of luxurious and luxurious potty.

He also stored the potty he used that night afterwards.

How Dumbledore discovered the responsive room is unknown, but what is certain is that many people know that the responsive room exists.

Hogwarts has nurtured countless outstanding wizards over the centuries, and there are definitely some who are lucky enough.

Mike looked at the wall in front of him and began to pace slowly. Now his top priority is to use the responsive room to detect the magic when the magic power bursts out, not to explore the secret of the responsive room.

"I need a training room for training spells..." Mike repeated three times in his heart.

A door appeared on the wall silently, and he succeeded.

Inside the door is a room somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick’s training room, but much larger than his.

The surrounding walls look no different from ordinary walls, but if you cast magic on them, you will find that the magic resistance of these walls is amazing.

This training room also has training dummies, which are the same alchemy dummies as Flivina's dummies, but the styles of these dummies are obviously more primitive and obviously not the product of this era.

"Tarantella dance!"

With Mike's wand flashing, an alchemy doll not far away tapped.

"It looks pretty good," Mike thought.

Confirmed that the facilities of the training ground were intact, and Mike started today's experiment.

He closed his eyes motionless, and began to arouse his inner anger.

The strange thing is that a few minutes passed, but nothing happened. It seems that Mike's previous thoughts about the explosion of magic power are correct, and he is indeed slowly losing the ability of the explosion of magic power.

But want to feel the magic, this is the only way Mike can think of right now.

Helpless Mike could only close his eyes again, recalling the thing that angered him the most in his memory, his daughter Tracy in his previous life.

Trish has always dreamed of becoming a star. If she is exceptionally talented and a normal academic school, maybe Mike will support her.

But she is not willing to give up her dream because of her natural talent. In the end, she even volunteered to become the heroine of the company's new play in order to sign a contract with the film company. Normally, Mike should bless her.

But that new play is that kind of indescribable little movie.

Angry Mike rushed to the set with a gun as soon as he received the news.

Thinking back to all of this, Mike's expression gradually became ferocious, and the temperature around him was rising rapidly.

Finally, with a roar. A large group of flames erupted around Mike, and the flames scorched everything around him indiscriminately. Fortunately, it only existed for a while, otherwise Mike would have been burnt seriously today.

The flames dissipated, revealing Mike lying on the floor with his hands covering his head.

Mike was not injured, except that the robe on his body was burned torn and torn, and even his hair was not damaged because of being protected by his hands.

tried his best to turn his body over, Machaha laughed, he clearly felt the flow of magic power in the magic burst just now.

Please forgive Mike and the author for the lack of cultural knowledge. I really can’t find the exact words and sentences to describe that feeling.

In Mike’s original words, the moment the magic bursts, he feels like piles of sticky pitch moving quickly through his veins, the process is extremely rough.

It’s hard to describe something similar to asphalt, but as long as you feel it once, you will never forget it.

finally reached the surface of his skin and shot out from every pore of his own like a bullet.

Now Mike's whole body is hot and painful, and the backlash from the magical explosion just now is very strong.

But he survived. Not only did he survive, he successfully felt the magic.

Mike tried to climb to the corner table, where he had placed the wand before in case it was destroyed in the experiment.

A light spot appeared on the tip of the stick, and Mike felt the flow of magic power again.

Although faint to be negligible, he still felt it, and felt a burst of energy slowly converging from his body up and down, and finally released through his wand, forming the "fluorescent flicker" he is now releasing. UU Reading

Mike is relieved, if he still can't feel it this time, he will have to do it again or even a few magical bursts, it is too dangerous.

Although Mike has strong gold fingers and is confident that he will not die under the explosion of magic power, it may be because he is too old. When the magic power broke out, he felt that his whole body was torn apart. It really hurts.

Although it hurts to death, Mike still maintains the "fluorescence flashing" and carefully feels the weak magic flow.

He must keep this feeling in mind, if he forgets before, he will be too busy.

I don’t know how long it took, Mike lying on the ground opened his eyes.

Don't get me wrong, Mike didn't fall asleep this time. He had just been feeling the magic flow of "fluorescence flashing".

Just now Mike fell into a strange state, and only the weak flow of magic power remained in his perception.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, Mike felt that the weak magical flow became clearer after he withdrew from this state.

Mike struggled to stand up, and he decided to stop here for today's experiment.

Although the pain on the body has been better, the body and spirit are not exhausted. This is probably a sequelae of excessive use of magic power. Mike now just wants to go back to his bed to sleep.

It was in the corridor that Mike found that the sky was completely dark. The corridor was pitch black. The only light source was the faint light on Mike's wand.

Struggled up and walked towards Ravenclaw's tower, the sound of footsteps that originally sounded negligible during the day echoed in the corridor, spreading far away.

When passing the door of a classroom, a pair of big hands stretched out from inside, and he covered Mike's mouth and pulled him into the dark classroom.