Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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 spiritual power if used for a long time, so although the amount of improvement is very small, Mike still Just meditate every day.

Generally speaking, Mike does not meditate for more than two hours a day, but today because he had to wait for Harry, Mike 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 to rest, he took out a bottle of the Happy Fat House version of Dolphin's magic drink and handed it over.

"Cheer up, lad, there's still one place you haven't been to."

"Thank you, Mike."

Harry took the magic drink and drank it, and instantly felt that the mental fatigue caused by staying up late had completely disappeared.

Looking at the magic drink in his hand in surprise, and feeling the abundant vitality in his body, Harry couldn't believe it. He has drunk Dolphin's magic drink. Although it has a refreshing effect, it is 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 lit up, and if he didn't need to rest, he had more time to use.

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

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

Mike on the side watched Harry's eyes gradually light up, and probably guessed what Harry was thinking, so he struck: "The Dolphin Magic Drink function version is just forcibly overdrawing your vitality. The energy that comes is to be paid back. Well, don’t waste time, let’s go.”

Hearing this, Harry's eyes darkened, he shook his head regretfully and followed Mike's pace.

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

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

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

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

The surrounding fences have grown wild because they have not been taken care of all the year round, and 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.

The right side of the top floor of the house had been blown out of a large hole, and Harry's eyes were fixed on the place where he was almost certain that Voldemort had killed his parents.

"call!"

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

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the rusted door. Harry used more and more strength on his hand, causing the skin on his fist to gradually turn white.

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

Probably because his contact with the gate triggered some mechanism, a wooden sign suddenly rose from the weeds on the side, and it read in golden words:

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 curse.

The Muggle-invisible house remained in ruins.

As a monument to the Potters.

It also served as a wake-up call to the violence that was tearing up their families.

Surrounding these succinct words is a plethora of other words, some simply writing their names in indelible ink, others simply engraving the words in wood, and still others writing phrases.

The handwriting on it is dense and old, but everyone's words mean the same thing:

Harry,

Good luck wherever you are now!

"Haha." Mike said with some disdain looking at the text on the sign, "After your parents died, this place has become a tourist attraction, and countless wizards come here to visit every day. Look at the good things they do, Engraving on other people's monuments, haha, this quality!"

"Don't say that, Mike!" Harry said, fumbling for the text on the sign. "I'm glad they did, it's awesome!"

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

Seeing Harry jumping up and down looking for other messages, Mike shook his head. He really couldn't understand Harry's brain circuit. If anyone dared to carve some bullshit like visiting this place on his parents' monument, he would definitely find those people and reward them with Avada. .

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

Accompanying Harry to visit the former residence of his parents for a while, until at noon Mike, who was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, dragged Harry back to Flitwick's house for lunch.

Harry, who was still protesting that he would continue to visit, was like a mouse hitting a cat when he saw Flitwick, and he instantly became a good baby.

Even when he was eating, he didn't dare to grab it directly like he did in school. Instead, he used a knife and fork like Mike and the others, and Mike just wanted to laugh when he looked twisted.

Still a child after all, although Professor Flitwick is a friendly professor, he is still a teacher at heart. And for students like Harry who didn't get good grades, the teacher was the nemesis.

After dinner, Professor Flitwick also invited Harry to come to live in his house. How could Harry agree? He hesitated for a long time and couldn't speak, and finally Mike helped him out of the siege.

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

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

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

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

And Harry was petrified on the spot, thinking that he would have to eat at the same table with the professor every day in the future, Harry only felt that the steaming food in front of him was no longer delicious.

...

"Mike, why did you bring 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 up straight, punched his heart with his right hand, and saluted Mike.

Harry was startled by this change, he quickly followed the other side's way and returned a salute, and finally followed up with Mike, who didn't stop at all with his face flushed.

"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 break from lunch. It looks like it should be a factory, but the people here are very weird, Harry feels that everyone's eyes are focused on them, and the strangest thing is that those who wear the exact same uniform will salute them!

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

"Is that so..."

It dawned on Harry that if Mike was the boss of these people, then it all made sense. After all, Harry once saw Uncle Vernon call his boss at home, and he looked like a servile, and even wanted to kneel directly on the ground to answer the phone.

So, all boss-employee relationships in the world should be like this, right?

Harry shivered suddenly at the thought, because he thought about his future work problems.

If I also found a boss, wouldn't I also...

"arrive!"

"what!"

Mike's shouting rescued Harry from the terrifying association. Looking in the direction of Mike was a large field similar to a Muggle school playground. At this moment, there were two old and one small standing on the training ground. Man, the young man was holding up a silver sword and slashing constantly, while the old man was staring at the two of them.

Perhaps frightened by the vicious gaze of the old man, Harry shrank behind Mike.

Mike, on the other hand, was not afraid, and walked up to meet the cannibalistic eyes of the old man.

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

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

What Vesemir was fighting couldn't be more clear to Mike. He must have wanted to use the excuse of actual combat training to teach himself a hard 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 swelled up.

Until... Vesemir came to practice combat training with him again and again.

Harry, who was suddenly pushed out, looked terrified, but out of basic courtesy, he stumbled and introduced himself.

To Mike's surprise, Vesemir and Arthur didn't seem to know Harry's legendary deeds, and after introducing each other with Harry, they mentioned practical training again.

Mike felt a bit of a toothache from being angry. This time he brought Harry here to escape punishment. However, the old man Vesemir didn't seem to like this.

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

"Okay! But I'm going to use a wand! What I want to learn is the skill of wand and sword, not left-handed swordsmanship!"

"Hahaha! Yes! You little bastard!"

Vesemir laughed three times, took out a wooden sword from the weapon rack beside him, and threw it to Mike.

Mike firmly caught the wooden sword, and after playing a sword flower in the air, he took out his wand.

There was a smile on his face now, because he didn't believe Vesemir had any chance of winning with his wand.

'Can you finally get revenge? Bad old man, I will repay you double the pain I have suffered during this time! ’

Arthur and Harry on the side looked at the two who were about to fight immediately, and said quickly.

"Teacher! Why don't you let me come, you just need a good rest."

"Yeah Mike. Although that old man looks fierce, he should be a good man, you..."

The persuasion of the two men undoubtedly angered Vesemir, who pulled out his scarred wand and roared, "Shut up! Just watch!"

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

"Old man, stop ink, let's start!"

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

As soon as the words fell, Vesemir's legs, which were a large circle thicker than ordinary people, squatted down and made a force-charging motion, and then jumped in the direction of Mike.

Mike, on the other hand, saw that Vesemir was approaching quickly before he could react. Mike secretly snorted and put on a layer of armor to protect himself, and raised his wooden sword to block.

Mike knew very well that after jumping over, Vesemir would definitely suddenly take out a wooden sword and his own from the bag of the Unmarked Stretch Curse, and then jump directly...

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

Vesemir is a villain who will do anything to achieve his goals!

Faced with Vesemir who was jumping in the air, Mike could have used other methods to deal with it, such as directly using his best flame spell. But Mike's sanity told him that this was just a practical training. He didn't want to go down with a fireball and kill Vesemir, Arthur would go crazy...

Things didn't turn out as Mike expected, Vesemir in midair looked at Mike who was in a defensive posture below, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

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

Um? 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. He said that I will use the training wooden sword for actual combat training, but you actually use the real guy! ?

Mike's inner complaints didn't last long, because Vesemir didn't stop in mid-air.

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

"Fluorescent flashes!"

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

It's fluorescent flickering! ? Is he a flashbang?

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 with great power, and the wooden sword in Mike's hand and the defense of the armor protection charm were easily cut open like butter cut by a hot knife.

Fortunately, Vesemir's purpose was to teach Mike a lesson, so he didn't use his full strength, and the sword finally fell to the ground.

Under his blindness, Mike only felt a cool chill coming from the top of his head, and slashed to the ground against his cheek. The next moment, Mike fell backwards to the ground gasping for breath, he just faced death.

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

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PY: I'm such a veterinarian.

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