Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 68: Nursing

Clap clap clap...

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

"Is that this, Mr. Headmaster?" Kewen 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, few people It can really be discovered."

"The sword of Gryffindor...I know." Cowen carefully looked at the gorgeous metal sword in his hand and found the name of 'Gryffindor' 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, and I have seen introductions in the school history books. "

"Yes, boy, 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 and joked. : "Unfortunately I can't give you extra points, after all, this is not a class."

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

"Okay boy, this game is yours to win," Dumbledore said, extending his hand.

After taking the 'Gryffindor Sword' from Kewen, Dumbledore raised his hand and rubbed the blade lightly, and said at the same time: "It is not talent that determines a person's future, but choice. Ryffindor, 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, apparently the 'Gryffindor Sword' couldn't resist his awakened 'Magic Affinity' ability.

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

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

Dumbledore was stunned, then suddenly laughed 'haha'.

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 Cowan 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 at all.

Some questions Dumbledore answered readily, while 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 that Dumbledore ended the conversation in a good mood, took Kewen downstairs, and entered the auditorium hall for dinner...

During 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 without the disturbing cold wind, but also without the sleepiness of others.

It 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 and clean up with me first."

"Good professor." Kewen stepped forward, took out his wand, and asked at the same time, "Professor, are you guiding my spell practice 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, You, Professor McGonagall, are here to watch over your 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~IndoMTL.com~ Next, Professor Sprout asked Kewen what spell he wanted to practice. Professor Prout took care of him seriously, and nursed Kewen to cast a spell on the 'magic practice puppet' to prevent Kewen from any danger.

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

In the face of Kewen's talent, all the professors who escorted him praised him very much. Even Snape, who was the least talkative and had the coldest attitude, couldn't help but from time to time on Kewen's experience and skills. 's pointers.

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 runaway spell or other danger in 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, Ke Wen couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what kind of potion did you prepare today?"

"Hell Potion."

Snape glanced sideways 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 hot, and Kewen was afraid that the inhalation of the hot air would corrode his respiratory tract.

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