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The moment Coven pulled out the one-handed sword from Sorting Hat, Dumbledore suddenly began to clap with a very happy expression on his face.
"Is this it, Headmaster?" Coven raised the metal sword in his hand with slight excitement and asked Dumbledore, "This is Sorting Hat's secret? It can store things?"
"Ah, that's right, that's right." Dumbledore stopped clapping and smiled happily. "This is the 'Sword of Gryffindor*'. It is hidden in Sorting Hat. Few people can really find it."
[*TL Note: The Sword of Gryffindor was a thousand-year-old, goblin-made magical sword owned by the famed wizard Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Much like a wand, the sword of Gryffindor appeared to be almost sentient, responding to appeals for help by Gryffindor's chosen successors. Whenever a "true Gryffindor" needed it, the sword would let itself be pulled out of another of Godric Gryffindor's artefacts - the Sorting Hat.]
"Sword of Gryffindor... I got it." Coven carefully looked at the gorgeous metal sword in his hand and found that the sword was engraved with the name 'Gryffindor'.
At the same time, Coven continued, "It is the treasure of House with Ravenclaw's crown, Hufflepuff Gold Cup, and Slytherin's pendant. I have seen it in the school history books."
"That's right, child, you are very knowledgeable, and there are very few people who look at those sleepy history books." Dumbledore looked more amiable. He blinked his right eye at Coven and joked, "Unfortunately, I can't give you extra points. After all, this is not class."
"Uh..." Dumbledore's attitude suddenly changed so much that Coven did not know what to say for a moment.
"Well, child, you won the game." Dumbledore said as he reached out his hand.
After taking the [What decides a person's future is not talent, but choice. You chose Gryffindor, so this sword also chose you... ]
Combined with the information he had just found in his memory, how could Coven not understand that this so-called game was another test.
However, the result was perfect. Obviously, the 'Magic Affinity' did not resist the 'Magic Affinity' that he had awakened.
Coven pretended to play dumb and just let Dumbledore pass the result of this game and completely trust him.
Therefore, Coven simply joked, "Headmaster, do you mean to give this sword to me?"
Dumbledore was stunned, and then he suddenly laughed.
After laughing a few times, Dumbledore changed his smile to a normal smile and shook his head, "Please spare me. I can't give you this sword. The sword I said also chose you, which means you are qualified to use it. I can't give away House's treasure."
"Of course..." Dumbledore blinked his right eye at Coven again, "Unless you become the principal of Hogwarts in the future."
"Uh... haha..." Coven scratched his head awkwardly and did not answer.
Because Coven passed the test in the most perfect way, Dumbledore completely let go of his guard in the following conversation.
The tone was real, the attitude was kind and tolerant, and Dumbledore talked to Coven for a long time with great concern.
Coven took the opportunity to ask questions that ordinary students could not come into contact with from time to time.
Some questions were readily answered by Dumbledore, while others reminded Coven that it was still too early to know those things.
Unknowingly, more than two hours had passed in a conversation
It was not until dinner time that Dumbledore ended the conversation in a good mood. He took Coven downstairs and entered the hall to enjoy dinner...
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In the next two days during the weekend, Coven chatted with his classmates during the day, played chess, or went to find Penelope to teach her some learning questions.
At night, after his roommates fell asleep, he left the dormitory and went to practice his magic spell in the 'Room of Requirement'.
If he was tired, he would leave the practice room and repeat the words 'needs a place to rest' in his mind.
The bedroom provided by the Room of Requirement was much better than the bedroom. Not only was there no disturbing cold wind whistling, but there was also no sleep talk from others. It made Coven want to stay in the room all the time...
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On Monday afternoon, after visiting Charm Class, Coven went to the central tower with expectation and found the training classroom assigned to him by Dumbledore on the fourth floor.
There were already people in the classroom. Professor Sprout was waving his wand and cleaning the classroom.
Hearing the sound of the door, Professor Sprout turned his head and found it was Coven. She immediately smiled and said, "Little Coven, you're here. Come, let's clean up first."
"Yes, Professor." Coven stepped forward and pulled out his wand. At the same time, he asked, "Professor, are you teaching me the practice of magic spells today?"
"That's right." Professor Sprout kept cleaning 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 Professor McGonagall who is responsible for watching you practice magic spells here."
"Professor, thank you for letting me trouble you." Coven thanked him sincerely.
With the addition of Coven, the classroom that had been idle for a long time was soon cleaned up.
Next, Professor Sprout asked Coven what kind of magic spell he wanted to practice. After getting the answer, Professor Sprout took care of it carefully and watched Coven release the magic spell on the 'Magic Practice Doll' to prevent any danger.
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In the next two months, Coven began to grow at the speed of mastering a magic spell a day.
In the face of Coven's talent, all the professors who accompanied him praised him very much. Even Snape, who spoke the least and had the coldest attitude, could not help but give some experience and skills to Coven from time to time.
On this day, Coven practiced magic in the practice room as usual, and Professor Snape, who was in charge of watching over him, was configuring Potion on the table not far away.
Because Coven was too talented, there had been no out-of-control magic spells or other dangers for two months, so the professors often criticized the homework in this practice room or configured Potion like Snape.
At this time, as Professor Snape extinguished the flames, Coven, who was not far away, also stopped practicing magic spells and walked over curiously.
Walking to the wooden table, Coven could not help but ask, "Professor, what Potion did you configure today?"
"Draught of Living-Death."
Snape glanced at Coven from the corner of his eyes, then stopped the action of covering the cauldron. He picked up a piece of herb leaf from the side and threw it into the crucible.
As if it had encountered strong acid, the leaf had just touched the potion in the crucible and was immediately decomposed.
Coven could not help but take a step back when he saw this. After all, the crucible was still steaming, and Coven was afraid that inhaling the heat would corrode his respiratory tract.
Seeing this, Snape picked up a roll of paper by his hand, raised his hand, and slapped the roll of paper on the back of Coven's head...