clap clap...
At the moment when Cowen pulled the one-handed sword out of the sorting hat, Dumbledore suddenly started applauding, with a very happy expression on his face.
"Is it this, Mr. Principal?" Ke Wen raised the metal sword in his hand slightly excitedly, and asked Dumbledore: "This is the secret of the sorting hat? Can it store things?"
"Ah, that's right, that's right." Dumbledore stopped applauding, and smiled very pleased: "This is the 'Sword of Gryffindor', it is hidden in the sorting hat, few people can really found it."
"Gryffindor sword... I see." Ke Wen carefully looked at the gorgeous metal sword in his hand, and found the name 'Gryffindor' engraved on the sword.
At the same time, Cowen continued: "It, along with the Ravenclaw crown, the Hufflepuff gold cup, and the Slytherin pendant, are the treasures of the four colleges. I have seen the introduction in the school history books."
"That's right, child, you are very knowledgeable, and few people read those drowsy history books." Dumbledore's expression became more friendly, he blinked his right eye at Cowen, and joked: "It's a pity I can't give you extra points, after all, this is not a class."
"Uh..." Dumbledore's attitude suddenly changed so much that Cowen didn't know what to say for a while.
"Well boy, you've won the game," said Dumbledore, holding out his hand.
After receiving the 'Gryffindor Sword' from Cowen, Dumbledore raised his hand and stroked the sword gently, and said at the same time: "It is not talent that determines a person's future, but choice. You chose Gryffindor , so this sword also chose you..."
Combined with the information found in memory just now, Ke Wen still doesn't understand that this so-called game is another temptation.
But the result was perfect, apparently 'Gryffindor Sword' also failed to resist his awakened 'Magic Affinity' ability.
Kewen will not explain to Dumbledore like an idiot, so let Dumbledore completely rest assured of him through the results of this game.
Therefore, Ke Wen simply said jokingly: "Mr. Principal, do you mean to give me this sword?"
Dumbledore was stunned, and then suddenly laughed 'haha'.
After laughing a few times, Dumbledore changed to a normal smile, shook his head and said, "Please forgive me, old man, I can't give you this sword.
When I said that this sword also chose you, it means that you are qualified to use it, and I cannot give away the treasures of the academy. "
"Of course..." Dumbledore blinked his right eye at Cowen again: "Unless you become the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future."
"Uh...haha..." Ke Wen scratched his head with a slightly embarrassed smile, but didn't answer.
Because Cowen passed the test in the most perfect way, Dumbledore completely let go of his defenses in the following conversation.
The tone was true and not fake, and the attitude was kind and tolerant. Dumbledore was very concerned and chatted with Kewen for a long time.
Ke Wen sees the needles, and from time to time asks some questions that ordinary students can't touch.
Some questions Dumbledore readily answered, while others reminded Cowen that it was too early to know. Before they knew it, more than two hours had passed in a conversation.
It wasn't until dinner time that Dumbledore ended the conversation in a good mood, took Ke Wen downstairs together, and entered the hall for dinner...
During the next two weekends, Kewen chatted with his classmates during the day, played chess, or went to Penello to give them some advice on their studies.
In the evening, after the roommates fell asleep, I left the dormitory and went to the 'room of request' to practice the spell.
If you are sleepy and tired, leave the practice room and repeat 'Need a place to rest' in your head.
The bedroom provided by the Room of Requirement is much better than the dormitory. Not only is there no disturbing cold wind whistling, but also no other people's sleep talking.
Makes Cowen want to live in the Room of Requirement forever...
On Monday afternoon, after the Charms class, Cowen went to the central tower with anticipation. On the fourth floor, he found the practice classroom assigned to him by Dumbledore.
There are already people in the classroom, and Professor Sprout is waving his wand and cleaning up the classroom.
Hearing the sound of the door, Professor Sprout turned his head and saw that it was Ke Wen, and immediately smiled kindly: "Little Ke Wen, you are here, come, come and clean up with me first."
"Good professor." Ke Wen stepped forward, took out his wand, and asked at the same time: "Professor, are you guiding me to practice the spell today?"
"That's right." Professor Sprout kept cleaning up, and replied, "I only have Monday to accompany you, Professor Flitwick is on Tuesday, Professor Snape is on Wednesday, as for Thursday and Friday, it's your Mike Professor Ge is in charge of coming here to watch you practice the spell."
"Professor, I really trouble you." Ke Wen thanked him sincerely.
With Ke Wen joining in, the classroom that had been idle for a long time was quickly cleaned up.
Next, Professor Sprout asked Ke Wen what spell he wanted to practice, and after getting the answer, Professor Sprout took care of him carefully, watching Ke Wen release the spell to the "magic practice doll" there, in case Ke Wen Wen is in any danger.
In the next two months, Kewen began to grow rapidly at the speed of mastering a spell a day.
Facing Ke Wen's talent, all the professors who accompanied him were very impressed. Even Snape, who was the least talkative and most indifferent, couldn't help giving Ke Wen some experience and skill pointers from time to time.
On this day, Kewen was still practicing magic in the practice room. Professor Snape, who was in charge of taking care of him, was preparing potions on a table not far away.
Because Kewen is so genius, there has been no spell out of control or other dangers in the past two months. Therefore, professors often correct homework in this practice room, or prepare potions like Snape.
At this time, following Professor Snape's action of extinguishing the flame, Ke Wen, who was not far away, also stopped practicing the spell, and walked over curiously.
Walking to the wooden table, Ke Wen couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what kind of potion did you prepare today?"
"Hell Potion."
Snape squinted at Cowen, then stopped covering the pot, picked up a herb leaf from the side, and threw it into the cauldron.
As if encountering a strong acid, the leaves were immediately decomposed as soon as they touched the potion in the crucible.
Seeing this, Kewen couldn't help taking a step back. After all, the crucible was still steaming, and Kewen was afraid that inhaling the heat would corrode his respiratory tract.
Seeing this, Snape angrily picked up a roll of paper at hand, raised his hand and patted the roll of paper on the back of Cowen's head...
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