The Trinity of Harry Potter

"I thought you young people were more accepting of new things. This kind of candy is really delicious." Dumbledore smacked his lips with regret, picked up a cockroach that was shaking its tail and threw it into his thick white beard.

Chewing.

"Principal, people are free to have their own hobbies, but sometimes I would recommend others to see a therapist." Kano sighed and quickly sipped his black tea to suppress the discomfort of witnessing a strange scene.

"Do you have a problem with me?" Dumbledore stopped immediately and put aside the plate piled with cockroaches.

"Nothing, I just have some ideas about Harry's training plan."

"I know, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious to talk to me about this matter." Dumbledore linked his slender fingers together, "You can speak freely."

"Headmaster, you should know my strength. Once I participate in this year's trial, Harry will have no chance to practice." Kano got straight to the point, "So I want to act alone first and fight Quirrell at the final level.

field."

"It's just in time to take the opportunity to see what kind of state Voldemort is in now."

"I hope that the principal will give me a reminder before launching the plan so that I can prepare early."

Dumbledore pondered for a while. He would occasionally watch Kano during his morning exercises by the lake. According to the strength he showed, not to mention the gadgets he prepared for Harry and the other two, even if he faced Quirrell directly.

What are the risks?

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded, "Then it's settled. I will inform you in advance before the plan starts."

Kano turned around and left the principal's office. The murals on the wall that had been pretending to be asleep all woke up.

"Oh, Blake's new generation really touches me." Phineas Nigellus shouted in the portrait, wiping the corners of his eyes from time to time.

He is a direct member of the Black family and the most unpopular headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

"But he is a Gryffindor, and he is from the same house as the person you are talking about, isn't he?" Headmistress Delise Devante seemed to be holding back a laugh, her long silver curly hair swaying slightly.

"There must be something wrong with the Sorting Hat, that stupid old thing!" Phineas shouted immediately, and the goatee on his chin almost stood up.

"Even if his mother is a Weasley, he is still a noble pure-blood! His heart is full of secrets, and his actions are well-founded. How can he be like the stupid Gryffindor?"

In other frames, the Gryffindor headmaster roared angrily, and crutches, leather shoes and dentures flew into Phineas's painting, causing him to run away with his head in his arms.

Dumbledore paused and said, "That child has a destiny..."

The room suddenly became quiet, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything.

"Dumbledore, do you think that child has a destiny? Does he know it?"

Phineas asked eagerly, and Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

Armando Dippet sighed: "He knew the danger of destiny, but he still chose to return to the mortal world from the fairy land. The bravest person can only do this."

The principals of the past generations lost interest in the discussion and fell asleep one after another.

At this time, Kano returned to the common room, and Harry told him about Snape's threat to Quirrell.

Kano knew the truth well, but did not reveal it. He just told Harry to pay attention to Quirrell and Snape's movements during this period.

Over the next few weeks, Quirrell became increasingly thin and pale, while Snape remained as gloomy as ever.

But there was no sign that the Philosopher's Stone guarded by Lu Wei had been stolen. Harry and the others couldn't help but look at Quirrell with admiration.

Kano knew that Quirrell's changes were entirely due to Voldemort in the back of his head absorbing his life force.

Now even without opening his life vision, Kano can still feel that Voldemort's twisted soul is growing day by day.

But it doesn't matter, Voldemort now has no body and cannot interfere with the real world at all, otherwise Harry would have died long ago.

The Easter holidays are approaching and exams are coming.

Harry had been freed from the mentality of being cautious when he entered school, fearing that he would be sent back to the Dursleys if he failed to do something well.

Under Ron's guidance, he went to the other extreme, extreme laziness.

"There are still ten weeks until the exam, Hermione. I'll study when I play another game of Wizard's Chess."

"Yes, Hermione. There are still hundreds of years until the exam."

The two guys who were addicted to chess turned a deaf ear to Hermione's reminder, and Hermione entered the pre-exam sprint early.

The writing sprint is actually a marathon.

Cano is still studying hard and polishing his body. During this period, his opponents are some knights who are not very famous in history, but they each have their own strengths and rank higher than Irving in the round table.

In recent days, his opponent has been a knight wearing light armor. He looks very miserable and does not even have a lance.

In contrast, his archery skills completely suppressed Kano.

This knight is good at rapid fire. He carries two barrels full of arrows on his back. The arrows are all triangular pyramids specially designed for breaking armor.

Not to mention how tricky his shooting angle is, in his violent attacks, there will always be a few arrows using magic armor-piercing technology. Although Kano has also mastered it, he is not as skilled as him.

And because he couldn't tell which of his arrows had magic power, he could only use his shield to block every arrow as if he were facing a powerful enemy. This put a lot of pressure on his spirit.

Kano held the shield with his left hand, struggling to block the arrows fired by his opponent, and tried to get closer to him. But after a while, the horse under him was shot through the abdomen by an arrow, and Kano was thrown away from him in pain.

Come down.

Kano rolled around on the ground to relieve his strength. Just as he was about to stand up, his shield-holding arm was nailed to the ground by a magic armor-piercing arrow.

The next arrow directly grazed the side of his neck, bringing up a stream of blood.

Kano sighed helplessly and took off his armor.

According to the experience of the past few days, the opponent should have disappeared immediately. But this time, the opponent took off his visor, revealing a somewhat weathered face.

"Canopus, do you only know how to defend?"

Kano wanted to get close to the opponent and knock him off his horse directly with a lance or sword. But every time he died on the way to charge.

"Why don't you try to disrupt my offensive rhythm? You're not afraid of pain, are you?"

The other party gave Kano a slight nod, turned his horse's head, and regained his stance.

Kano suddenly realized that he once again summoned a fully armored horse from the fog, and he once again put on the armor.

This time, he did not pick up the shield, but held the hard bow hanging on the side of the saddle.

The two men took off their bows at the same time, held them in their hands, drew the bows, and pointed arrows at each other.

Kano's opponent was more skilled than Kano, and his arrow shot straight towards Kano's throat.

Kano tilted his head to the side, continued to maintain his posture, and drew the bow to aim.

The opponent's arrow grazed Kano's shoulder armor and opened a crack. Kano let go and the arrow flew straight into the eyes of the horse at the opponent's crotch.

The opponent thought that the arrow would hit him, but in his haste, he didn't have time to turn the horse's head.

The opponent's horse fell to the ground, and Kano immediately stepped forward and pressed his lance against the opponent's chest.

"Very well, Canopus, let's get here first today." The opponent's figure shattered and merged into the thick fog, "But don't relax in your bow and arrow practice. You will face Mr. Tristan in the future. He knows how to use volley arrows."