Chapter 208： You are thinking about fart

Outside the door, listening to the faint sound of collapse in the training room, Mike scratched his hair in anguish.

This is really bald.

I knew that I should control the power of the spell. Professor Flivy’s training room was expensive to build. Now that I have collapsed most of it after such a shot, Professor Flivy will definitely have to take his own skin when I look back.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there is no one in the living room now, and Professor Flivy and Arthur and his apprentice are gone.

He had been using magic perception just now, so he knew that Professor Flitwick and Lolo had rescued the two masters and apprentices with Shadow Transformation at the last minute. However, they just screamed and left. Where would I find them?

With a long sigh, Mike shook his head helplessly.

It's definitely not enough to leave directly. When I look back, I still have to learn swordsmanship with Vesemir. Now I have beaten others' proud disciples like that, and I should visit them in a reasonable manner.

But where are they now?

Mike's brain was running fast, guessing where they might go.

When thinking of Arthur's serious injury and urgent need of medical treatment, Mike thought that Professor Flitwick might have taken them directly to the hospital.

The best and only public hospital in the UK wizarding world is St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries!

Mike snapped his fingers and called Shuke's name.

In the next second, Shuke, the house elf, appeared in front of him.

"Shuke, can you take me to Saint Mungo?"

"No problem, master, I followed the previous master to St Mungo before." Shuker paused and said again, "but master, we'd better send it to the door of the hospital, because doctors hate others to send it directly to the hospital. "

Mike nodded, squatted down and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder, beckoning him to start right away.

With a clear finger snap, Mike's sight appeared in a small alley.

This small alley, like many small alleys in the city at this time, was full of garbage. Looking at the rubbish, Mike nodded again.

When he first came to this world, he could only pick up things to eat from such garbage dumps.

Fortunately, Mike is not the kind of person who likes to remember. After asking Shuke to leave first, he put on a phantom technique and came to the street.

He is now wearing a magic robe and it is troublesome to be seen by pedestrians.

Led by Shuk, Mike came to an old red brick building.

The sign of this building reads ‘Chingbeng Department Store’, but there was a sign that was closed for renovation on the door of the store.

Mike, who has been in the wizarding world for two years, is no longer a baby bird. He naturally knows the way to enter Saint Mungo.

I saw that he did not shy away from the Muggles around, and said directly to an ugly doll in front of the window: "I'm coming to visit the patient."

After explaining his intention, the doll nodded slightly and waved the connected fingers.

When Mike saw that the window glass didn't exist, he slammed into it.

The feeling of going through the gate of St. Mungo is very similar to the feeling of going through the nine-and-three-quarters partition. Mike closed his eyes and appeared in a crowded reception area.

This reception area is crowded with people, most of which are patients and their families in casual clothes. Compared with doctors and nurses in dark green treatment gowns, there are much fewer doctors and nurses. It seems that the wizarding world has similar medical resources. tension.

After taking a look at this magic hospital, Mike came to the information desk with full-time staff on duty.

At this time, a young man was arguing with the beautiful receptionist at the information desk with red ears, but no matter what he said, the receptionist was stern and indifferent.

Fortunately, their argument only lasted for a while, and soon the man flung his sleeves away.

After the man left, the beautiful receptionist breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hello, have two elderly wizards, one tall and one short, have come here with a severely burned patient? I am their friend and came to visit the wounded."

"Name, identity." The beauty receptionist glanced at Mike, saw that it was a childish boy, and said irritably, "Are you still underage? A minor wizard needs to be accompanied by a guardian to visit the patient."

When Mike heard this, he knew that this beauty had sprinkled the anger he had just received on her body. The smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she said in a cold tone: "Why? Why have I never heard of such a rule? ?"

"We added it not long ago, because those underage wizards who lack control often can't control their hands to touch those expensive medical instruments and potions. In order to protect these things, we had no choice but to resort to this."

You are treating me like a bear kid!

Mike's face was completely black, and his right hand with the battle wand was about to move together. To be honest, if it wasn't in the hospital, Mike would definitely give him some color.

"It's okay, Thorin, I know him, so just let him in."

A familiar voice came from the side. Mike heard the reputation, and saw a magic portrait hung on the wall not far away. On it was an old witch with long silver curly hair. Looked at Mike kindly.

When he saw the portrait of the old witch, Mike was stunned, because he had seen the portrait of the witch in Dumbledore's office and later checked the identity of the other party.

This witch is the legendary witch: Dai Lisi-Derwent.

This witch with long silver curly hair is an outstanding healer. She has served as the head of Saint Mungo for nineteen years and saved countless lives with her superb healing skills. And immediately after leaving St. Mungo, he went to Hogwarts to be the headmaster for 27 years, which is quite famous.

Mike was not surprised that St. Mungoney would hang the portrait of the witch. What surprised him was that Derwent in this portrait knew himself. In other words, the magical portraits of the same person share memories? Or, in fact, there is only one character in the portrait, but he can move in any portrait of himself ignoring space?

"Yes! Ms. Derwent!" The receptionist was obviously afraid of Ms. Derwent, and began to look up the information in a panic, and said after a moment, "They are in the Spell Injury Division on the fifth floor!"

Hearing the sound, Mike stopped thinking about it, and after thanking Ms. Derwent, he took the magic elevator to the fifth floor.

The fifth floor of St. Mungo’s Hospital Road is the Curse Injury Department, which specializes in dealing with the damage caused by the curse. For example, if you have a random transformation to turn your mother into a tigress and can’t change back, you need to come here for treatment .

And the fourth floor is the potions and plant poisoning department.

The third floor is the Strange Pathogen Infection Department. This department specializes in treating some weird diseases, such as dragon pox and dragon forest disease. Among them, Mike also heard of a miraculous case, Longlin disease. This disease is an illness, and it only exists in dragons. It is difficult for humans to infect it. Mike really didn't understand how the patient got the disease, because the transmission route of the disease was only indescribable.

The second floor is the Department of Biological Injuries, which specializes in injuries caused by magical creatures, but sometimes people who are attacked by poisonous creatures such as venomous leopards will also transfer patients to the fourth floor.

The first floor is the Artifact Injury Division. There is nothing to say about it. The crucible exploded and was injured by a wandering ball.

Mike turned around on the fifth floor for a while and found Flivy and Vesemir, who were waiting at the door of the treatment room.

Compared with Vesemir, who was staring anxiously at the door of the treatment room, Professor Flivy seemed much more relaxed. Mike just walked in and found him.

"Mike, why are you here?"

"I'll see Arthur..."

Mike was halfway through, and Vesemir on the side ran over angrily with a cane, reaching out to grab Mike's collar.

However, at this time the duel champion badge had already been charged, and Vesemir's movements were too large, and it was regarded as an external physical attack.

Ever since.

"bump!"

Vesemir didn't even expect Mike to fight back, so he hit the armor body without any reduction in speed, and because he was leaning on the crutches and the center of gravity was forward, he hit his face first.

Looking at Vesemir, who was curled up on the ground, tears and nosebleeds kept flowing, Mike and Flitwick were speechless.

In the end, Professor Flivy came forward to support him, stuffed him with two pieces of white cloth in his nostrils, and it took him a long time to coax him to give up the idea of ​​fighting with Mike on the spot.

From the conversation between the two men, Mike also learned about Arthur's current situation.

The vitality of this kid, Arthur, is simply outrageous. Even with such a severe injury, he did not fall into a near-death state, and he was still alive when he was pushed into the treatment room.

Of course, this was largely due to Flivy sending him to the hospital the first time, otherwise even he would have to kneel.

After listening to all of this, Mike also joined the conversation between the two. At first, Vesemir was a little ignorant of Mike, but under Mike’s attack, he quickly fell and began to be willing to engage in some conversation with Mike. Talked.

Seeing that the corners of Mike's mouth faintly twitched, a faint smile appeared, and at the same time he secretly said:

"This is an old kid."

Flivy and Mike are both masters and disciples, so the topic is quickly brought from Arthur's injury to Arthur's ability.

"Hey, I said Vesemir, your precious apprentice is really strong! Almost cut Mike in half with a single knife."

Flitwick was talking, but he winked frantically at Mike. Mike naturally understood, and didn't say any polite words, and directly nodded and said:

"Yeah yeah!"

"Isn't this nonsense? Don't look at who taught it!"

When Professor Flivy saw that Vesemir was gradually releasing himself, he began to reveal his true purpose.

"How do you teach? We exchange experiences?" Professor Flivy said, "Also, didn't you say that your student is a Muggle? Why do I think he seems to be magical? In addition to his body The quality is also strong and abnormal."

As soon as the words came out, Vesemir's original bright smile disappeared, and his face became stern and silent.

He was not a fool, and it was natural to hear that Flivy was playing his words.

He looked around until Mike was about to change the subject to ease the embarrassment. Seeing that there were only three of them around, he said:

"Arthur, he is indeed a Muggle with no magic talent, even swordsmanship talent is very average. But his willpower is very strong, I believe you have already seen this."

McDonald nodded silently. He didn't have any doubts about this, because the appearance of Arthur who had just burned his whole body but still charged him desperately gave him a deep impression.

"It is because of his strong willpower that he passed the trial of the grass and gained extraordinary power."

Vesemir sighed at this point, while Professor Flivy on the side was shocked, and said in a somewhat unbelievable tone: "The trial of the grass you said..."

"Yes, that's what you think."

Mike had a black question mark on his face. He really didn't understand the conversation between the two.

Fortunately, Professor Flivy was aware of his doubts and explained: "The power of wizards in ancient times was not so powerful yet So at that time the world was not just for humans. At that time, monsters were rampant, so This gave birth to an extraordinary profession completely different from wizards, the Demon Hunter!

Demon hunters protect ordinary people and eradicate monsters as their own responsibility. When they are strong, even the dark wizards who are also humans are their hunting targets. However, prosperity must decline, and the Demon Hunter quickly became weak. They later became mercenaries in the form of rangers, and even some of them, no matter who the target was, they would shoot as long as they had the money.

By the end of the Middle Ages, the demon hunter completely disappeared, and the method of becoming a demon hunter has also been lost.

How the Demon Hunter was born is no longer exquisite, but according to the only information available, if you want to become a Demon Hunter, you must pass a trial called Qingcao! "

After listening to Flivy's explanation, Mike immediately became excited. Since Arthur possesses the power of a demon hunter, it means that Vesemir has found a way to try the grass.

Then if you have a good relationship with the other party, and then you can get the physical quality like Arthur's after setting up the grass trial?

Moreover, he can still use the trial of the grass on his subordinates. Wouldn't it be nice that everyone in his subordinates will be Superman?

Thinking of this, Mike's gaze was tightly locked on Vesemir, and his eyes gradually became hot.

It seemed that Mike's hot eyes made it a little uncomfortable. Vesemir snorted and looked at Mike with a somewhat contemptuous look. I thought I didn't know what you were thinking, I will tell you now, and relying on you, I will definitely not pass the trial of the grass!"

The implication is:

You are thinking about fart!