"Okay, Kano, not only has he not regressed, but he has grown a little."

The wounds on Owen's body disappeared like phantoms, and Kano's wounds healed at breakneck speed, grinning uncomfortably.

"Can't you tap it? I'm flesh and blood now, and I'm afraid of dying young. ”

Owen scoffed, "You're still flesh and blood? You are born again, and you have been conceived in the oak tree for twelve years, and there is no one in this world who is more immortal than you. ”

"I suspect that if I cut you into a stick and bury you in the ground, pour some water, and you will be alive again in two days."

Kano thought he was disgusted, and threw the oak sword in his hand directly.

The sword pierced through Owen's body, bringing up only a wisp of mist.

In Celtic culture, the water's edge, preferably the flowing water's edge, was able to perform rituals to enter the elven country.

Kano didn't want to go back to Fairy Country, but it was perfectly fine to use the environment to find a sparring partner.

The average druid may need to sacrifice a white cow or something, but Kano's status simplifies the process.

Anyway, before he came out, Gawain said that as long as you call in the mortal world, I will send someone over.

In a sense, it can be regarded as a Didi beating service.

"Okay, brother, don't be angry." Owen waved his hand again and again, "We have more than 100 Knights of the Round Table on standby over there, and after you defeat one, we will send more powerful sparring partners." ”

"Come on."

As the fog cleared, Owen's figure faded away.

Kano always felt that something was wrong. If you think about it carefully, Morgan is Owen's own mother, and Morgan asked him to call her sister, so he should be Owen's uncle.

Am I being taken advantage of?

Kano shook his head helplessly, letting the oak robe on his body suck up the blood that had flowed all over the ground, and the wound that had been rolled up just now was now only a faint white mark.

Kano ran a few more laps and went back to the dormitory to take a shower. At this time, the little wizards got up with a humming chirp, as if they were still reminiscing about the good food they had eaten last night.

"Kano, you're out?"

Harry hadn't woken up a little yet, and asked as he looked at Kano, who was holding a textbook in his hand.

Kano nodded: "I just went to my morning exercise, don't be lazy for too long, otherwise Hogwarts meals can turn you into a little fat in a few months." ”

Harry subconsciously thought of his cousin Dudley's big pie face, and couldn't help but shudder.

He made up his mind that in the future, he must go to bed early and get up early to maintain a good body.

First-year Hogwarts students are required to take Herbology, History of Magic, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and basic flying lessons.

It may seem like a lot, but in fact, this group of children has an easier time than most college students.

Except for Harry and Kano.

Kano was in the trouble of expectation, as the things he had studied under Merlin were in sharp conflict with what was taught at Hogwarts.

For example, in the herb class, Kano found that he could not find several herbs commonly used in rituals in the textbook. After asking Professor Sprout, the teacher of the herbal medicine class, I learned that the names of those herbs had long since been changed.

"My dear," Professor Sprout, his body full of earth and herbs, "I don't know where you learned this knowledge, but I think this book can help you." ”

Cano followed her instructions and found in the library a copy of the Comparative List of Names of Classical Medicinal Materials, an illustrated tome by Professor Sprout.

In Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall shows her hand and transforms the podium into a big fat pig. The students were surprised, but Kano was not surprised.

Because the ancient druids were able to break the boundaries between life and non-life, and even turned flowers into human beings, promising to be married to heroes.

They are equally adept at breaking the boundaries of life and life, often turning humans into dogs, wolves, wild boars or eagles.

Kano can now turn into a snow-white hound, but he has no combat power for the time being.

But then Professor McGonagall showed that the conversion between matter made Carnot sit still, something he really hadn't learned.

Charms class was almost new to Kano, and the diminutive Professor Flitwick was the head of Ravenclaw. He has a wealth of knowledge and is also a wizarding duel champion.

Astronomy class was no problem for him, and the history of magic was his favorite subject.

Professor Binns was a ghost who snoozed by the fireplace one morning before class, only to find himself a ghost when he woke up after a lesson.

His body was forgotten by the fireplace.

Since then, the teacher of the history of magic has no longer needed to be hired, and Professor Binns, who does not need a salary, is fully engaged in his work, bringing good sleep to generations of students with his empty and boring voice day after day.

When Harry and Ron woke up, they were once again desperate to find that the morning history of magic lesson was nearing its end.

Hermione swished her notes like a fully automated typewriter, and Carnot nodded her head as Professor Binns explained.

"Merlin's beard, Kano, how did you not sleep in Professor Binns' class?"

At lunch, Ron asked Kano vaguely with a chicken leg in his mouth.

Kano smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

Merlin had told him a lot of stories about the history of the wizarding world, but as an observer or even a witness, Merlin would never tell a comprehensive and objective story.

After all, no one can jump out of their own era to make a global evaluation.

Professor Binns's lectures are often the brainchild of historical researchers, and when compared with Merlin's family words, Carnot will find a lot of indescribable pleasure.

Harry had been very happy lately, and he had discovered that even a classmate from a wizarding family was not much better than him.

He had been worried that he would be dropped out of school if he couldn't keep up with the course, but now he can finally put his mind at ease.

It's a pity that his good mood is coming to an end. The class had been looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but their professor, Quirrell, a guy with a purple turban on his head and a garlic smell all over his body, was just too bad.

He said that he was a powerful sorcerer and had helped an African prince exorcise the corpses. This purple turban is a thank you gift from the other party.

As for the garlic flavor, that's to keep vampires safe.

But he couldn't explain the details of these things, and he looked like he was cowering when he started the class.

Anyway, Harry didn't like the teacher.

Kano's performance in Defence Against the Dark Arts class was not very natural. Harry felt that Kano was always able to follow the teacher's train of thought in other classes, and his expression was very relaxed.

However, in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry always felt that Kano was frowning and seemed uncomfortable.

In fact, Kano could clearly feel that Quirrell could no longer be regarded as a complete life. He was like a leaky pot, and the life force was flowing down the back of his head.

And in the back of his head, the twisted life was none other than Voldemort.

Just being in the same room with him, Kano felt an irrepressible nausea.

Luckily, Quirrell pretended to be scared of the students, so he wouldn't ask the students to answer the questions, otherwise Kano would be afraid to throw himself up.

Eventually, the Gryffindor cubs made their way to the Potions Classroom, located underground.

Snape, dressed in black robes and with greasy hair, was looking at them coldly.