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, he couldn't hear the other person's breathing or heartbeat, but Kewen's sixth sense of the warrior sensed the sight that was placed on him.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but after throwing nearly half of the snakes into the box, Kewen confirmed that the gaze was not from the group of snakes on the ground.

Who would have nothing to do to stare at him?

After combining the recent events, the conclusion is obvious, the person who is hiding in the dark must be the headmaster of this Hogwarts college - Dumbledore!

Kewen didn't know why he attracted so much attention from the other party, just because he had acted a little false before?

Treating such a 'little boy' like this would be too much. After all, among the Slytherin students, there are many people with hypocritical and repetitive personalities. Why did he receive such obvious "care" by himself?

Cowan was irritable.

After being bored under the quilt for a while, Kewen adjusted his mood, sorted out his expression, lifted the quilt and got up, and started to do his homework as if nothing had happened...

Meanwhile, in the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk with a relaxed expression, holding the cup holder in his left hand and the handle of the cup in his right hand, looking at Snape and Professor McGonagall in front of him with a smile.

"So..." Snape's voice was low, but his tone was slightly relaxed: "Are you sure that Cowen Quinn is not Parseltongue?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slowly: "I have taken out the memory and saved it, you can also see it for yourself."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, and then Dumbledore continued: "If the child is a Parseltongue, he will definitely show some expressions when facing so many snakes, but in my observation Obviously, the kid doesn't understand snake language at all."

"This is really great!" Professor McGonagall clasped his hands on his chest and sighed heavily, his face full of joy.

"Yes Minerva." Dumbledore echoed: "It seems that we are indeed too wary of that child."

"I can understand." Professor McGonagall nodded slowly: "After all, the child's talent is so good, and in just one month, his strength has increased to such a degree that people can't believe that he is still a child."

"So, Severus, do you have any comments?" Dumbledore turned to Professor Snape.

Snape pondered for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"Very good." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction: "Then, I need you to inform the other professors and help the child as much as possible in the future."

"Of course, don't let the whole school know about this." Dumbledore went on to add: "Also, everyone should not only give the child the best help in learning, but in life, everyone should try their best to help the child. Guide him in the right direction, and guide him to continue on the right path."

"Albus we will." Professor McGonagall responded slightly excitedly: "I would suggest Kewen to 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 that child should have more contact with the 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 to let Cowen Quinn walk on the path of sunshine, and those dark and dark in Slytherin will lead the way. He has bad thoughts."

Professor McGonagall nodded gratefully to Snape, but said nothing.

...

Cowan didn't know his surveillance period was over.

In the next few days, Kewen still maintained a 'little transparent' personality, trying his best to avoid attracting the attention of others.

Until the second weekend, there will be a Quidditch match at the academy.

On the weekend morning, the first game of the new school year's Quidditch game will be played between Gryffindor House and Slytherin House.

Today's weather is cloudless, the sky is blue and clear, and the sun is very bright.

Early in the morning, all the students and professors of the entire academy came to the 'Quidditch' field regardless of grade, which shows that this kind of 'Quidditch' game is hot in the magic world.

Kewen stood on the simple stand with his familiar classmates, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable listening to the excited discussions around him.

Before the time-travel, there were no sports events of various types in the new era. There was only one kind of international competition, and that was the martial arts conference. The participants were all abilities or cultivators.

In the process of learning knowledge, Kewen has read the records before the epoch, and knows that there are activities such as football, basketball, etc., but it is only a general understanding, and there is no more specific concept.

Therefore, now feeling the enthusiasm of the people around him for the 'Quidditch' game, Kewen felt that it was a little 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, startling Kewen. When he turned his head to look, he found that it was Oliver Wood, a classmate of the same grade.

Following Wood's screams, the participating students of the two colleges flew over the arena on their "flying brooms", and then performed some flying tricks each, causing bursts of cheers and screams throughout the arena.

Hearing the deafening and enthusiastic voices around him, Kewen shook his head helplessly, then looked up into the sky to observe the contestants.

At this observation, Kewen couldn't help but froze for a moment, then withdrew his gaze, raised his arm and elbowed Wood, who was still screaming beside him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn

Kewen leaned closer to the other person's ear and asked loudly, "I didn't notice before, Wood, who are the three red-haired ones above?"

"Red hair? Oh! Those are the Weasley brothers." Wood also leaned closer to Cowen's ear and replied loudly: "Look at the short-haired and slightly fat one, that is Charlie in the fourth grade; the thin long-haired one is in the sixth grade. Bill; the last one was Percy Weasley in second grade."

"Oh..." Kewen nodded in understanding.

"But that Percy is not good at flying." Wood went on to introduce to Cowen: "There are no second-year students in Gryffindor who are good at flying. That Percy can only make up the number, and we will go to the second year next year. When I can sign up for Quidditch, I will definitely beat him down!"

"Then come on." Kewen smiled back in encouragement.

"What about you, Kewen?" Wood asked. "You're doing so well in your flying class. Would you like to sign up with me next year?"

"I'm not sure yet, I don't even understand the rules of the game." Cowen responded loudly to Wood amid the monstrous noise.

"Go back and I'll teach you!" Wood also said loudly: "It's too late, the game is about to start, you watch it first!"

"no problem."

Cowen made an OK gesture, and then looked across the middle of the arena, where Mrs. Hooch, a flying class professor, was about to announce the start of the game...