Rubik's Cube Heavens Chapter 68

　　Papa...

　　 At the moment when Cowen pulled the one-handed sword out of the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore suddenly began to clap his hands, the expression on his face looked very happy.

　　 "Is this Mr. Principal?" Corvin 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 gratefully: "This is the'Gryffindor Sword'. It's hidden in the Sorting Hat. Few people can really Found it."

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

　　 At the same time, Kewen continued: "It is the treasures of the four colleges with the Ravenclaw crown, the Hufflepuff Golden Cup, and the Slytherin pendant. I have seen the introduction in the school history books."

"Yes, kid, you are very knowledgeable. Few people go to read those drowsy history books." Dumbledore's air was even more cordial, and 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.

　　 "Okay boy, you won this game." Dumbledore said as he stretched out his hand.

After receiving the'Gryffindor Sword' from Cowen, Dumbledore raised his hand and gently rubbed the blade of the sword, while saying: "It is not talent, but choice that determines a person's future. You chose Gryffindor. , So this sword also chose you..."

　　 Combining with the information found in his memory just now, Kewen still doesn't understand that this so-called game is yet another temptation.

　　 But the result was perfect. Obviously, the Gryffindor Sword could not resist his awakened magical affinity.

　　 Kewen would not explain to Dumbledore like an idiot, so Dumbledore was completely relieved by the results of this game.

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

　　 Dumbledore was taken aback, and then suddenly laughed 'haha'.

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

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

　　 "Of course..." Dumbledore blinked his right eye at Cowen again: "Unless you become the principal of Hogwarts in the future."

　　 "Uh...haha..." Cowen smiled awkwardly and scratched his head, but did not 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 non-fake, and his attitude was kind and tolerant. Dumbledore was very concerned and chatted with Coventry for a while.

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

　　Some of the questions Dumbledore answered happily, while others reminded Cowen that they were too early. Unconsciously, more than two hours passed for a conversation.

　　 It wasn't until dinner time that Dumbledore ended the conversation in a good mood, and took Cowen downstairs to enter the auditorium to have dinner...

　　 During the next two weekends, Kewen chatted with his classmates during the day, played chess, or went to Penello to advise him on some academic problems.

　　 At night, after the roommates fell asleep, they left the dormitory and went to practice the magic spell in the 'Room for Request'.

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

　　The bedroom provided by Bingwu is much better than the dormitory. Not only is there no disturbing cold wind, but also no other people's dreams.

　　 makes Kewen want to live in a house responsive to all needs...

　　 After finishing the spell lesson on Monday afternoon, Kewen headed 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 to clean up the hygiene in the classroom.

　　 Hearing the sound of the door, Professor Sprout turned his head and looked, and immediately after he found that it was Kewen, he smiled cordially and said: "Little Kewen, you are here, come, and clean up with me first."

　　 "Good professor." As Kewen stepped forward, he took out his magic wand and asked: "Professor, are you instructing me to practice the spell today?"

"Yes." Professor Sprout kept cleaning up and replied: "I only accompany you on Monday. Professor Flitwick is on Tuesday and Professor Snape is on Wednesday. As for Thursday and Friday, it is your Mai Professor Ge is responsible for coming here to watch you practice the spell."

　　 "Professor, I really trouble you." Kewen thanked him sincerely.

With the addition of Kewen, this long idle classroom was quickly cleaned up~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then Professor Sprout asked Kewen what spell he was going to practice. After getting the answer, Sprout Professor Lauter took care of him carefully, and the nurse Kewen was there to release the spell to the'magic practice doll' to prevent any danger to Kewen.

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

　　 Facing Kewen's talent, all the professors who accompanied him were very amazed. Even Snape, who spoke the least and had the coldest attitude, couldn't help giving Kewen some experience and technical advice from time to time.

　　 On this day, Kewen is 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 Cowen is so genius, in the past two months, there has been no curse out of control or other dangers. As a result, professors often correct homework in this practice room, or configure potions like Snape.

　　At this time, as Professor Snape extinguished the flames, Cowen, who was not far away, stopped practicing the spell and walked over with some curiosity.

　　Walking to the wooden table, Kewen couldn't help asking: "Professor, what potion did you configure today?"

　　 "Hell decoction."

　　 Snape squinted at Cowen, then stopped the action of covering the pot, picked up a herbal leaf from the side, and threw it into the cauldron.

　　 As if encountered a strong acid, the leaf was immediately decomposed after it touched the potion in the cauldron.

　　 Kewen couldn't help but took a step back. After all, the crucible was still steaming, and Kewen was afraid that breathing in the heat would corrode his respiratory tract.

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

Chapter end

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