Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 16: Room of Requests

The eighth floor of Hogwarts seems very deserted compared to other floors. There are no classrooms that are used by young wizards on a daily basis. Therefore, people who come here either have other purposes, or are lost or bored.

And Mike is obviously the one with ulterior motives.

At this time, he was standing opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a club. This was where the famous Room of Requirement was located.

Legend has it that the Room of Requirement can satisfy almost any need of the user. All the user needs to do is walk back and forth across the tapestry three times while silently repeating what he or she wants three times in his or her mind.

Then a door will appear in the bare wall, and when you open it you will find a room furnished just to suit your needs.

It is said that one time after a cocktail party, Dumbledore had to pee urgently but couldn't find a toilet, so he paced back and forth in front of the Room of Requirement. At this moment, a door suddenly appeared on the wall. After he entered, he found that the room was filled with various luxurious chamber pots.

He later collected the chamber pot he had used that night.

No one knows how Dumbledore discovered the Room of Requirement, but what is certain is that there must be many people who knew about its existence.

Hogwarts has cultivated countless outstanding wizards over the past few hundred years, and there are definitely some who are extremely lucky among them.

Mike looked at the wall in front of him and began to pace slowly. His top priority now was to use the Room of Requirement to experiment whether he could sense magic when magic exploded, rather than exploring the secrets of the Room of Requirement.

"I need a training room for the training spell..." Mike repeated it three times in his mind.

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

The door led to a room somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick's training room, but much larger.

The walls around look no different from ordinary walls, but if you cast magic on them, you will find that these walls are incredibly resistant to magic.

There are also training dummies in this training room. They are alchemical dummies like the ones in Flivina, but these dummies are obviously more ancient in style and are obviously not products of this era.

"Tarantella!"

As Mike's wand flashed, an alchemical puppet not far away began to tap dance.

"That looks good." Mike thought to himself.

After confirming that the facilities at the training ground were intact, Mike began today's experiment.

He closed his eyes and lay motionless, beginning to stir up his inner anger.

The strange thing was that a few minutes passed, but nothing happened. It seemed that Mike's previous thoughts about the magic burst were correct, and he was indeed slowly losing the ability to burst magic.

But if he wants to feel the magic, this is the only way Mike can think of at the moment.

Helpless Mike could only close his eyes again and recall the thing that made him most angry in his memory, his daughter Tracy in his previous life.

Tracy has always dreamed of becoming a star. If she were gifted and followed a normal academic path, perhaps Mike would support her.

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

But that new play is one of those indescribable little movies.

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

Thinking back to all this, Mike's expression gradually became ferocious, and the temperature around him was rising rapidly. Finally, with a roar, a large ball of fire broke out around Mike, burning everything around him indiscriminately. Fortunately, it only lasted for a moment, otherwise Mike would probably be seriously injured today.

The flames died down, revealing Mike lying on the floor with his hands protecting his head.

Mike was not injured. Except for his robe being burned into tatters, he had no injuries at all. Even his hair was not damaged because it was protected by his hands.

Mike tried hard to turn his body over and laughed out loud. He could clearly feel the flow of magic in the magic explosion just now.

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

In Mike's own words, the moment the magic power exploded, he felt like a bunch of sticky asphalt was moving rapidly through his blood vessels, and the process was extremely rough.

It's hard to describe the asphalt-like feeling, but once you feel it you'll never forget it.

Finally it reached the surface of my skin and was fired from every pore like a bullet.

Mike's entire body was now aching. The backlash from the explosion of magic power just now was very strong.

But he survived, and not only survived, he also successfully felt the magic.

Mike struggled to crawl to the table in the corner where he had placed his wand to prevent it from being destroyed during the experiment.

As a spot of light appeared on the tip of the wand, Mike once again felt the flow of magic power.

Although it was so weak that it could be ignored, he still felt it. He felt the energy slowly gathering from all over his body and finally released through his wand, forming the "fluorescent flashes" he was now releasing.

Mike was relieved. If he still couldn't feel it this time, he would have to burst out his magic power again or even several times, which would be too dangerous.

Although Mike had a golden finger of luck and was confident that he would not die from the explosion of magic power, perhaps because of his age, he felt that his whole body was torn apart when the magic power exploded. It was really painful.

Although it hurt like hell, Mike still maintained the "fluorescent flashing" and carefully felt the weak flow of magic power.

He must remember this feeling firmly, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

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

Don't get me wrong, Michael didn't fall asleep this time. He was just feeling the flow of the magic of "fluorescent flashing".

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

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Mike felt that after he came out of this state, the originally weak flow of magic power became clearer.

Mike struggled to stand up and decided to end the experiment here for today.

Although the pain in his body was much better, he was physically and mentally exhausted. This was probably the sequelae of excessive use of magic. Mike now just wanted to go back to his bed and have a good sleep.

When Mike got to the corridor, he found that it was already dark. The corridor was pitch black, and the only source of light was the faint light on Mike's wand.

I forced myself to walk towards the Ravenclaw tower. The footsteps that would have sounded negligible during the day echoed in the corridor and spread far away.

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

(End of this chapter)