Chapter 68 Nursing

clap clap clap...

The moment Corwen pulled the one-handed sword out of the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore suddenly started clapping, with a very happy expression on his face.

"Is that this, Mr. Headmaster?" Kewan 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 'Gryffindor Sword', it's hidden in the Sorting Hat, and few people can really find it."

"Gryffindor sword...I know." Cowen carefully looked at the gorgeous metal sword in his hand and found that the name of 'Gryffindor' was engraved on the sword.

At the same time, Cowan continued: "It is the treasure of the four academies, along with the Ravenclaw crown, the Hufflepuff gold cup, and the Slytherin pendant. I have seen the introduction in the school history book."

"Yes child, you are very knowledgeable, and few people read those sleepy history books." Dumbledore's expression became more cordial, and he winked his right eye at Kewen, jokingly said: "It's a pity I can't give you extra points, it's not a class after all."

"Uh..." Dumbledore's attitude suddenly changed so much that Kewen didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay boy, you win this game," Dumbledore said, extending his hand.

After taking the 'Gryffindor Sword' from Kewen, Dumbledore raised his hand and rubbed 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 he just found in his memory, Kewen still doesn't understand that this so-called game is another trial.

But the result was perfect, obviously the 'Gryffindor Sword' couldn't resist his awakened 'Magic Affinity' ability.

Kewen would not explain to Dumbledore like an idiot, and let Dumbledore feel at ease with him through the results of this game.

Therefore, Kewen simply said jokingly: "Mr. Principal, do you mean to give me this sword?"

Dumbledore was stunned, and then suddenly 'haha' laughed.

After laughing several times, Dumbledore changed to a normal smile and shook his head: "You can spare the old man, I can't give you this sword.

The sword I mentioned also chose you, which means that you are qualified to use it, and I cannot give away the treasures of the academy. "

"Of course..." Dumbledore winked his right eye at Cowan again: "Unless you become the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future."

"Uh...haha..." Kewen smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and didn't answer.

Because Cowen passed the test in the most perfect way, Dumbledore completely let down his guard in the ensuing conversation.

The tone was genuine and not false, and the attitude was kind and tolerant. Dumbledore was very concerned and chatted with Kewen for a long time.

Kewen sees the needle, and from time to time asks some questions that ordinary students can't touch.

Some questions Dumbledore answered readily, others reminded Cowan that it was too early. Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed for a conversation.

It wasn't until dinner time came that Dumbledore ended the conversation in a good mood, took Cowen downstairs, and entered the auditorium hall for dinner...

For the next two weekends, Kewen chatted with his classmates during the day, played chess, or went to Penello to give him some advice on his studies.

At night, after the roommates fell asleep, they left the dormitory and went to the "House of Requirement" to practice the spell.

If you are sleepy and tired, leave the practice room and recite 'Need a place to rest' in your mind.

The bedroom provided by the House of Requirement is much better than the bedroom,

Not only was there no disturbing cold wind whistling, but also no other people's dreaming.

Makes Kewen want to live in a room of responsiveness all the time...

On Monday afternoon, after the Charms class, Kewen went to the central tower with anticipation. On the fourth floor found the practice room that Dumbledore had assigned him.

The classroom is already occupied, and Professor Sprout is wielding his wand and cleaning the classroom.

Hearing the sound of the door, Professor Sprout turned his head and saw that it was Kewen, and immediately smiled kindly: "Little Kewen, you're here, come, clean up with me first."

"Good professor." Kewen stepped forward, took out his wand, and asked at the same time, "Professor, are you instructing me to practice spells today?"

"That's right." Professor Sprout kept cleaning and replied: "I only have Monday to accompany you, Professor Flitwick is on Tuesday, Professor Snape is on Wednesday, and as for Thursday and Friday, it's you Mike. Professor Ge is responsible for coming here to watch over you and practice magic spells."

"Professor, I'm really bothering you." Kewen thanked him sincerely.

With the addition of Kewen, the classroom that had been idle for a long time was quickly cleaned up.

Next, Professor Sprout asked Kewen what kind of spell he wanted to practice. After getting the answer, Professor Sprout took care of him seriously, and nursed Kewen to release the spell on the 'magic practice puppet' to prevent him from What danger is there.

For the next two months, Kewen began to grow rapidly at the speed of mastering a spell a day.

Facing Kewen's talent, all the professors who escorted him were very impressed. Even Snape, who was the least talkative and had the coldest attitude, couldn't help but give Kewen some experience and skills 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, placed a potion on a table not far away.

Because Kewen is so talented, there has been no loss of control of the spell or other dangers in the past two months. As a result, professors often mark homework in this practice room, or configure potions like Snape.

At this time, following Professor Snape's action of extinguishing the flame, Kewen, who was not far away, also stopped practicing the spell, and came over curiously.

Walking to the wooden table, Kewen 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 with his hands, picked up a herbal leaf from the side, and threw it into the cauldron.

As if encountering strong acid, the leaves were immediately decomposed when they touched the potion in the crucible.

Seeing this, Kewen couldn't help but take a step back. After all, the crucible was still steaming, and Kewen was afraid that his respiratory tract would be corroded by inhaling the heat.

When Snape saw this, he picked up a roll of paper in his hand angrily, raised his hand with a 'pop', and slapped the roll on the back of Kewen's head...