Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

The teaching materials in the wizarding world are simply bullshit!

After Mike failed to release the petrification spell for the 200th time, he threw the book in his hand.

In the past two days, Mike spent all his time studying the Hogwarts first-year textbooks. Although they were all old books donated by some senior students, Mike's luck was as good as ever. Judging from the page numbers, these books were all old. it `s complete.

There are not many magics that first-year wizards can learn, and the one that Mike wants to learn the most is the petrification spell.

This magic can make the target lose the ability to resist instantly. If the magic level is high enough, it can even turn the victim into stone.

But it turns out that Mike is a little too whimsical. He can't learn the petrification spell just by reading books. It's not because his magic talent is not enough, but because the teaching materials in the wizarding world are really bad.

These books are just like Chinese food recipes, full of quantifiers such as a little, a little, and the right amount. But magic is not about cooking. If you add too much or too little seasoning, you can at least still eat it, but magic requires fast and precise movements and spells. Who knows how high the pitch of your voice will rise when you recite the curse?

In fact, this is understandable.

After all, this is just a textbook written by the British wizarding community for young wizards, and the entire British wizarding community only has a population of tens of thousands.

This is equivalent to a few teachers in a small town in the United States writing several textbooks for students in their own schools. It is surprising that the quality is high.

Helpless, Mike could only choose to seek help from the customers of the Leaky Cauldron.

Go away! Mudblood! Go back to your mud pit! A drunken wizard said to Mike who came to chat with him. It is because of you mudbloods that the entire wizarding world is in chaos!

Hearing Mike's anger, he stepped forward and knocked the wine glass that the wizard had raised to his mouth.

What did you say? Say it again if you can!

The wizard didn't expect that Mike would dare to do this. He stretched out his hand wet with wine and pushed Mike to the ground. At the same time, he took out the wand from his pocket with his other hand and pointed it at Mike.

You filthy mudblood! How dare you be rude to the noble pure-blood wizard! Hang the golden bell upside down!

Mike only felt a huge force pulling on his pants and hanging him upside down. The belt could not withstand the huge force and broke with a snap.

Mike's pants were pulled down almost instantly, revealing his red underwear.

Seeing Mike's embarrassed look, everyone in the bar laughed.

Listening to the roar of laughter from everyone in the bar, Mike felt that unprecedented anger was about to overwhelm all his reason. Ah! As Mike roared, a shock wave emitted from Mike and struck all around.

With a loud bang, the Leaky Cauldron was in a mess, and all the tables and chairs around Mike were smashed to pieces. The wizard who had cast a spell on him was embedded in the counter, but he was not injured. The bar owner Tom just added an armor to protect him.

How dare you do this! Tom walked out from behind the counter angrily. Take your trash and get out of my bar! Now! You're not welcome here!

Mike knew that Tom was doing this for his own good. If he continued to stay here, people from the Ministry of Magic would come to investigate immediately, but he was still not convinced.

He stared at the wizard's face embedded in the counter with cold eyes, and kept this face firmly in his mind. Then he quickly left the Leaky Cauldron without saying a word.

After seeing Mike leave, Tom ordered the waiter to throw Mike's luggage out, and then squatted in front of the pure-blood wizard to check the injuries.

On the other side, Mike had not gone far. At this time, he was hiding outside the door of the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for someone.

He, Mike, can't bear such grievance!

The shock wave just now damaged the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, which cannot be repaired by the repair spell. Therefore, if the patrons in the bar want to leave tonight, they can only go to Diagon Alley to find other fireplaces, or directly apparate. . Looking at the wizard slowly getting up, Mike felt that he would never be able to use such an advanced spell in this state.

I don't know how long it took, but the pure-blood wizard never left. He was still bragging in the bar about how many Muggle wizards he had bullied and how good these Muggle-born witches were. Finally, when the bar closed, the pure-blood wizard staggered out of the bar.

Mike hid himself in the dark night and followed the wizard in front.

The wizard seemed to be too drunk and lost his ability to cast spells. He did not choose to go to the fireplace. Instead, he wandered aimlessly in Diagon Alley, and finally fell asleep in front of a store.

He never woke up from his sleep. Mike took advantage of the effect of his magic burst to tie him to a big rock and threw him into a big river next to Diagon Alley.

By the river Pure blood? Huh. Mike threw the money bag he found from the wizard in his hand with a relaxed expression. In his pocket, two wands lay quietly.

In fact, being kicked out of the Leaky Cauldron did not have a big impact on Mike. That night, he took a room in a hotel near the Leaky Cauldron that was willing to entertain him. As for learning magic, with the wand contributed by the pure-blood wizard, Mike can now learn magic at will.

Since the wizard who wrote the textbook was not familiar with the use of quantifiers, Mike could only use the elimination method to find the correct spell-casting posture.

Lucky Mike is indeed a man of great luck. He found the spell-casting technique to turn everything to stone in less than 100 attempts, thus mastering this magic spell.

As for the pure-blood wizard, his wand was engraved with the emblem of the 28th pure-blood family, the Burke family.

Mike didn't care about this. What a joke. The old man named Bok would be chewed up by reasonable fish and shrimps at the latest in two months. Only the bones will be left. The Bok family can't find him who is only 11 years old. children.

Mike has always felt that he is a very tolerant person. He can forget any grudges as long as he pays a suitable price, and Mike felt that the pure-blood wizard used his life and wand as the price.

As for the Bok family, Mike does not intend to take revenge, and may even cooperate if there is a chance in the future.

After all, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Mike has been studying the magic in books for more than half a month. God has paid off and finally allowed him to master a few commonly used simple magics.

At this time, he was dragging a large box on the way to King's Cross Station in England. As he mastered more and more magic, he became more eager for magic. He could not wait to go to Hogwarts to learn more powerful magic. Magic.

He ignored the strange looks from the people around him and walked towards the Nine Quarters platform, where there was a magical door waiting for him to open.

In front of that door, Harry Potter was talking to a group of people with red hair.