Chapter 220： Despicable Vesemir

The meditation used by Mike is still the raven meditation from the Raven’s Nest. This rare meditation can improve the user’s talent and mental power if used for a long time, so although the amount of improvement is very small, Mike is still I meditate almost every day.

Generally speaking, Mike's meditation time does not exceed two hours a day, but today because of waiting for Harry, Mike actually meditated all night.

When Mike opened his eyes, a teenager with messy hair and red eyes appeared in front of him. Mike looked at the already dimly lit sky and the tired look of the young man, and did not persuade Harry to go back to rest, instead he took out a bottle of the happy version of the fat house Dolphin and handed it over.

"Get up, boy, there is one more place you haven't visited yet."

"Thank you, Mike."

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

Looking at the magic drink in his hand in surprise, and feeling the full vitality in his body, Harry couldn't believe it. He had drunk the Dolphin Magic Drink. 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, don’t I need to sleep?

Harry's eyes gradually lit up, 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 travel.

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

Mike on the side watched Harry's eyes gradually brighten, and probably guessed Harry's thoughts, so he slammed: "The Dolphin Magic Drink feature version is just forcibly overdrawing your vitality. I have to pay back the energy I came here. Okay, don't waste time, go quickly."

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

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

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

After the war, in order to commemorate the sacrifices of the Porters, people did not demolish or rebuild the houses they lived in, but kept them intact as a memorial.

So what appeared before Harry at this moment was a dilapidated building.

The outer fence has grown wild because it has not been taken care of all the year round. Although most of the houses are well preserved, they are completely covered by large tracts of ivy, and only the outlines of some houses can be seen.

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

"call!"

Harry took a deep breath, and the Mike on the side could clearly sense that his body was trembling constantly, and his mood must be very complicated at this moment.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed the rusty door. The harder Harry used his hand, 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.

It may be that his contact with the gate triggered some mechanism. A wooden sign suddenly rose from the weeds on the side, and it was written in gleaming golden text:

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

Their son, Harry Potter, became the only wizard who escaped the curse of death.

The house that was invisible to Muggles remained in ruins.

As a monument to the Potters.

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

There are a lot of other words around these simple words. Some people choose to simply write their names in never-fading ink, some people simply engrave the words in wood, and some people write some phrases.

The handwriting on this is densely packed and old and old, but what everyone said is the same:

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

"Haha." Mike looked at the text on the sign and said with a little disdain, "After your parents died, this place has become a tourist attraction, and countless wizards come here every day to visit. Look at the good things they do, Lettering on someone else’s monument, haha, this quality!"

"Don't say that, Mike!" Harry said, groping for the words on the sign. "I'm glad they did this. It's awesome!"

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

Watching Harry jumping up and down looking for other messages, Mike shook his head. He really can’t understand Harry’s brain circuits. If someone dared to carve some **** phrases like visiting here on his parents’ monument, he would definitely find those people, and then reward them and give them the life of Avada. .

The premise is that Mike can find the words of his biological parents.

He accompanied Harry to visit the former home of his parents for a while, and it was not until noon that Mike, who was too hungry, dragged Harry back to Flivy's house for lunch.

Harry, who was still constantly protesting that he would continue to visit, instantly turned into a good baby when he saw Flivy as a mouse hit a cat.

Even when eating, he didn't dare to grab it directly like he did in school, but used a knife and fork in the same way as Mike and others. The twisted look Mike just wanted to laugh.

After all, he is still a child. Although Professor Flivy is a friendly professor, he is essentially a teacher. For students like Harry who are not good at grades, the teacher is a nemesis.

After the meal, Professor Flitwick also invited Harry to come to live in his house. Harry did not agree to it, and he could not speak for a long time there. In the end, Mike helped him out.

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

Mike's words made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, but the second half of his sentence immediately made Harry's heart mentioned again.

"Anyway, our two families are so close, we will come and eat every day in the future!" Mike said, "After all, Lolo cooking is so delicious!"

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

While Harry was Petrochemical on the spot, thinking that he would eat at the same table with the professor every day from now on, Harry only felt that the steaming food in front of him was not fragrant.

...

"Mike, why are you taking me here?"

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

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

Harry was taken aback by this change, and he hurriedly followed the other side's way and paid a gift, and finally followed Mike, who hadn't stopped in front of him with a flushed face.

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

Harry felt like he was going crazy, and Mike took him to this place after a short break after lunch. It looks like this should be a factory, but the people here are very weird. Harry felt that everyone's eyes were focused on them, and the strangest thing was that people in exactly the same uniform would salute them!

"This is my factory, 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."

"So..."

Harry suddenly realized that if Mike is the boss of these people, then all of this can be explained. After all, Harry had seen Uncle Vernon make a phone call with his boss at home, and he was humbled, even wishing 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 it, because he thought of his future work problems.

If I also found a boss, would I also...

"Arrived!"

"what!"

Mike's cry rescued Harry from the terrible association. Looking along the direction Mike was, there was a large area similar to the playground of a Muggle school. At this moment, there were two people standing on the training ground. Man, the young man was holding a shining silver sword constantly doing slashing movements, while the old one was staring at both of them.

Perhaps frightened by the old man's fierce gaze, Harry drew back behind Mike.

Mike was not afraid, and walked up to meet the old man's cannibal gaze.

"You released our pigeons this morning, so the afternoon training was changed to actual combat with me!"

"Don't do this, Vesemir. I brought new friends." The smile on Mike's face froze as soon as he heard the actual combat, and he pulled Harry out and said, "I'll introduce this. It's Harry Potter."

What Vesemir played pays attention to Mike can't be more clear, he must have wanted to use the excuse of actual combat training to give himself a severe lesson.

Although Mike was very busy during this time, his daily spell training and swordsmanship training did not stop. And as his swordsmanship became higher and higher, Mike gradually expanded.

Until... Vesemir and him had practical training again and again.

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

To Mike's surprise, Vesemir and Arthur didn't seem to know Harry's legendary deeds. After introducing them to each other, they mentioned actual combat training again.

Mike felt that he was getting angry with a toothache. This time he brought Harry over to escape punishment. However, Vesemir seemed to not take it.

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

"Yes! But I want to use a magic wand! What I want to learn is a magic wand with a long sword, not a left-handed sword!"

"Hahaha! Yes! You bastard!"

Vesemir laughed three times, drew a wooden sword from the weapon rack on the side and threw it to Mike.

Mike steadily caught the wooden sword, and after playing a sword in the air, he took out the magic wand, the magic wand in the right hand and the long sword in the left hand assumed a fighting position.

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

‘Is it finally possible to avenge the blood? Bad old man, the pain I have suffered during this period, I will double it back to you! ’

Arthur and Harry on the side looked at the two men who were about to fight immediately, with a dumbfounded expression, they all said quickly.

"Teacher! Or let me come, you just need to rest well."

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

The persuasion of these two people undoubtedly angered Vesemir, and saw that he took out his scarred wand and roared: "Shut up all of me! Just watch it!"

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

"Old man, stop inking, let's get started!"

"Humph! If you want to find abuse, then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as the voice fell, Vesemir's legs, which were thicker than ordinary people, squatted down to make a charge-up action, and then jumped in the direction of Mike.

On the other side of Mike, before he could react, he saw that Vesemir was approaching quickly. Mike secretly said despicable and put a layer of armor on himself, and at the same time raised the wooden sword to make a block action.

Mike knew very well that after jumping over, Vesemir would suddenly take out a wooden sword and his own wooden sword from the non-mark stretch curse bag, and then jump directly...

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

Vesemir is a villain who does nothing 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 a fireball to blow up Vesemir, Arthur would go crazy...

As expected, Vesemir in mid-air looked at the defensive Mike below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The next moment, his right hand was wiped from the bag around his waist. When his right hand was thrown above his head due to inertia, he had already made a silver sword in his hand that was shining brightly under the sun.

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

Mike’s Three Views have been refreshed again He has never seen such a sinister person. If you say good practice training, I use the training wooden sword and you use the real guy! ?

Mike's inner complaint didn't last long, because Vesemir did not stop his movements in midair.

While he was raising the sword, his right hand holding the wand was not idle. He saw that his wand swept a simple range in the air, and then a dazzling white light shot from the tip of his wand...

"Fluorescence flickers!"

Mike felt as if he was looking directly at the sun from close range. At this moment, his vision was white and he couldn't see the scene at all.

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

While vomiting, Mike quickly backed away, 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 smashed down with great power, and the defense of the wooden sword and armor curse in Mike's hand was easily cut open like butter cut by a hot knife.

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

Blindly, Mike only felt a chill coming from above his head and cut it to the ground against his cheek. The next moment, Mike fell back to the ground, breathing heavily, he had just faced death.

As for Vesemir, the disability of one leg dragged him down. After the sword was cut, he lost his balance and fell out.

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PY: I am really a veterinarian.

This is a supernatural petting beast text, and the various settings in it are quite interesting. He tested the water this week, and being a brother can help a little bit.