There is someone in the office!
After Professor David left, there were still other people in the office.
Although he couldn't see it with the naked eye, and couldn't hear the other party's breathing and heartbeat with concentration, Ke Wen's sixth sense of a warrior could perceive the sight on him.
At first, he didn't think there was anything wrong, but after throwing nearly half of the snakes into the box, Kewen confirmed that the gaze did not come from the snakes on the ground.
Who would be free to stare at him
After combining recent events, the conclusion is obvious that the person hiding in the dark must be the headmaster of this Hogwarts school—Dumbledore!
Ke Wen didn't know why he attracted so much attention from the other party, just because he had acted a little false before
It's too much to treat such a 'little kid' like him, after all, among the group of Slytherin students, there are many people with hypocritical and repetitive personalities. Why did I receive such obvious 'care' alone
Cowen was irritable.
After being bored in the quilt for a while, Ke Wen adjusted his mood, tidied up his expression, lifted the quilt and got up, and started to do his homework as if nothing had happened...
At the same time, in the principal's office.
Dumbledore sat behind the desk with a relaxed expression, holding the teacup holder in his left hand and holding the handle of the teacup in his right hand, looking at Snape and Professor McGonagall in front of him with a smile in his eyes.
"So..." Snape's voice was low, but his tone was a little unrecognizably relaxed: "Have you confirmed that Coven Quinn is not a Parseltongue?"
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slowly: "I've taken out the memory and saved it, and you can take a look for yourself."
Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of tea, Dumbledore went on to say, "If that kid is Parseltongue, he will definitely show some expressions when facing so many snakes, but in my observation Obviously, that child doesn't understand Parseltongue at all."
"This is really great!" Professor McGonagall clasped his hands on his chest, heaved a sigh of relief, and his face was full of joy.
"Yes, Minerva." Dumbledore echoed, "From the looks of it now, we are indeed overly guarded against that child."
"I can understand." Professor McGonagall nodded slowly: "After all, that child's talent is too good, and in just one month, his strength has increased to such a degree that it is hard to believe that he is still a child."
"So, Severus, do you have any comments?" Dumbledore turned to Professor Snape.
Snape groaned for a moment, then shook his head slightly.
"Very good." Dumbledore said with a satisfied smile, "Then, I need you to inform the other professors, and help that child as much as possible in the future."
"Of course, don't let the whole school know about this." Dumbledore then added: "Also, everyone should not only give the child the best help in his studies, but also in life, everyone should try his best to help the child." Guide him carefully and guide him to continue walking on the right path.”
"We will Albus." Professor McGonagall responded slightly excitedly: "I would suggest that Cowen make more friends, but..."
Having said that, Professor McGonagall couldn't help turning his head to look at Snape, and said after deliberation: "I don't think it's appropriate for that child to have more contact with Slytherins, sorry, Severus, you should understand what I mean .”
Professor Snape didn't care, just nodded slightly, and said in a flat tone: "I understand that everyone wants Coven Quinn to walk on the path of sunshine, but the darkness in Slytherin will lead He has bad thoughts."
Professor McGonagall nodded gratefully to Snape and said nothing more.
…
Corwen didn't know that his surveillance period had passed.
In the next few days, Kewen still maintained a "little transparent" personality, trying to avoid attracting the attention of others.
Until the second weekend comes, the college will hold a 'Quidditch' competition.
On the weekend morning, the first game of the new school year's 'Quidditch' game will be played, with Gryffindor House vs. Slytherin House.
Today's weather is cloudless, the sky is blue and clear, and the sun is shining brightly.
Early in the morning, all the students and professors of the entire academy, regardless of grade, came to the 'Quidditch' arena, which shows how popular this kind of 'Quidditch' competition is in the magic world.
Kewen stood on the simple stand with his familiar classmates, and he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable listening to the noisy and excited discussions around him.
Before time travel, there were no sports competitions in the New Era. There was only one kind of competition in the world, and that was the martial arts competition. The participants were all supernatural beings or practitioners.
In the process of learning knowledge, Kewen has read the records before the era, and knows that there are football, basketball and other activities, but he only has a general understanding, and has no more specific concepts.
Therefore, now feeling the enthusiasm of the people around him for the 'Quidditch' game, Ke Wen felt that it was difficult for him to participate, as if there was a generation gap.
"Look! Here they come! Here they come!"
A scream suddenly sounded from the side, which startled Kewen. He turned his head and found that it was Oliver Wood, a classmate of the same grade.
Following Wood's scream, the participating students of the two colleges rode 'flying brooms' to the sky above the arena, and then performed some flying tricks, causing the whole arena to burst into cheers and screams.
Hearing the deafening enthusiastic voices around him, Kewen shook his head helplessly, then looked up into the sky to observe the contestants.
Kewen couldn't help being slightly taken aback by this observation, then retracted his gaze, raised his arm and elbowed Wood who was still screaming beside him.
"Ahhh—what's the matter, Cowen?" Wood stopped screaming halfway, and turned around suspiciously.
Ke Wen approached the other party's ear and asked loudly: "I didn't notice before, Wood, who are the three red-haired people above?"
"Red hair? Oh! Those are the three Weasley brothers." Wood also approached Cowen's ear and replied loudly: "Look at the short-haired and slightly fat one, that's Charlie from the fourth grade; the thin and long-haired one is from the sixth grade Bill; the last one is Percy Weasley in the second year."
"Oh..." Cowen nodded in understanding.
"But that Percy's skills are not good." Wood continued to introduce to Cowen: "There are no sophomores in Gryffindor who have good flying skills, and that Percy can only be regarded as a make-up. We will be promoted to the second grade next year." When I can participate in Quidditch, I will definitely push him down!"
"Then go for it." Ke Wen smiled back and encouraged.
"Where are you, Ke Wen?" Wood asked, "You are doing so well in flight lessons, do you want to sign up with me next year?"
"I'm not sure yet, I don't even understand the rules of the game yet." Cowen responded loudly to Wood amidst the roar of voices.
"I'll teach you when I go back!" Wood also said loudly: "It's too late now, the game is about to start, you should observe first!"
"no problem."
Cowen made an OK gesture, and then looked across the center of the arena, where Mrs. Huo Qi, the flight course professor, was about to announce the start of the competition...
(end of this chapter)