"I thought you young people were more receptive to new things, and this candy was really delicious." Dumbledore smacked his lips with some regret, picked up a cockroach that bobbed its head and tail and threw it into its thick white beard, and chewed it on a clatter.

"Headmaster, people's hobbies are free, but sometimes I would suggest that others go to a therapist." Kano sighed and quickly took a sip of black tea to suppress the discomfort of witnessing the strange scene.

"Is there something wrong with me?" Dumbledore took it and tossed the cockroach plate aside.

"It's nothing, it's just some idea of Harry's training plan."

"I know, but I didn't expect you to be in such a hurry to talk to me about it." Dumbledore's slender fingers were together, "You can say whatever you want." ”

"My Headmaster, you should know that once I participate in this year's trials, Harry won't have a chance to train." Kano got straight to the point, "So I wanted to go solo first and fight Quirrell at the final level." ”

"It's just the right time to take the opportunity to see what Voldemort's current state is."

"I hope you give me a reminder before you start the plan, so I can prepare early."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and he would occasionally watch Carno do his morning exercises by the lake. According to the strength he showed, not to mention the gadgets he had prepared for the three of Harry, even if he faced Quirrell directly, there would be no risk.

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded, "That's it, I'll let you know before the plan begins." ”

Kano turned to leave the headmaster's room, and the murals on the walls that had been sleeping woke up.

"Oh, Blake's new generation, I was really moved." Portrait of Phineas. Nigelles yelled, 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 Hogwarts history.

"But he's a Gryffindor, and he's from the same house as what you don't want to talk about, isn't he?" Headmistress Dai Lis. Devante seemed to grin, his long silver curls swaying slightly.

"There must be something wrong with the Sorting Hat, that old foolish thing!" Phineas immediately shouted, and the goatee on his chin was about to curl.

"Even if his mother is a Weasley, he's a noble pureblood! His heart is full of secrets, and he acts with evidence, where is he like a stupid Gryffindor? ”

In other frames, the Gryffindor-born Headmaster roared, and his cane, leather shoes, and dentures flew into Phineas's painting, smashing him on the head.

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

The room fell silent for a moment, as if it was afraid of disturbing something.

"Dumbledore, you say that kid has a destiny? Does he know it himself? ”

Phineas asked eagerly, and Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

Armando. Dippet sighed: "He knows the danger of Destiny, but he still chooses to return to the mortal world from the Fairy Country. The bravest of men are no more than that. ”

Successive principals lost interest in the discussion and fell asleep.

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

Kano knew the truth, but he didn't tell it. He just told Harry to keep an eye on Quirrell and Snape during this time.

In the weeks that followed, Quirrell became more and more emaciated and pale, and Snape was as gloomy as ever.

But the Philosopher's Stone guarded by Lou Wei showed no signs of being stolen, and Harry couldn't help but look at Quirrell with admiration.

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

Now, even if he doesn't open his vision of life, Kano can feel that Voldemort's twisted soul is growing stronger day by day.

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

The Easter holidays are approaching and exams are just around the corner.

Harry had been relieved of his caution when he entered school, fearing that he would be sent back to the Dursleys if he didn't do anything well.

Led by Ron, he went to the other extreme, extreme slackness.

"There's ten weeks until the exam, Hermione, and I'll study when I have another game of wizarding chess."

"yes, Hermione. It's hundreds of years away from the exam. ”

The two chess addicts turned a deaf ear to Hermione's reminders, and Hermione entered the pre-exam sprint early.

The writing sprint is really a marathon.

Kano is still studying hard and polishing his physique. His opponents during this time were some of the less well-known Cavaliers in history, but they all had their own strengths and were ranked higher at the round table than Irving.

In recent days his opponent was a knight in light armor, who looked so downtrodden that he didn't even have a spear.

In contrast, his archery completely overpowered Kano.

The knight was a rapid-fire knight with two bolts full of arrows, both triangular pyramids designed for armor piercing.

Not to mention how tricky his shooting angles are, in his stormy attacks, there will always be a few arrows that use magic armor-piercing techniques. Kano had mastered it, but he wasn't as skilled as he was.

And since he couldn't tell which of his arrows had used magic, he could only resist every arrow with his shield as if he were a great enemy. This put a lot of pressure on his spirit.

With a shield in his left hand, Kano struggled to block the arrows fired by his opponent and tried to get closer to him. But a moment later, the horse under him was shot through the abdomen with an arrow, and Kano was thrown off his body in pain.

Kano rolled around on the ground to unload his strength, and just as he was about to get up, his shield arm was nailed to the ground by a magical armor-piercing arrow.

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

Kano sighed helplessly and lifted the armor from his body.

According to the experience of the past few days, the other party should have disappeared directly. But this time, the opponent took off his face armor and revealed a face with some vicissitudes.

"Canopus, are you only going to defend?"

Kano wanted to get close to him, and knocked him off his horse with a spear or a sword. But each time he died on the way to the charge.

"Why don't you try to disrupt my attacking rhythm? You won't be afraid of pain, will you? ”

The other party nodded Kano lightly, turned the horse's head, and re-put on the posture.

Kano suddenly summoned the all-armored steed from the fog again, and he himself was once again clothed on the field.

This time, instead of picking up the shield again, he held the stiff bow that hung from the side of the saddle.

Both of them took their bows and held them in their hands at the same time, drew their bows and pointed their arrows at each other.

Kano's opponent was more skilled than Kano, and his arrows went straight to Kano's throat.

Kano tilted his head and continued to maintain his posture, drawing his bow in his hand to aim.

His opponent's arrow grazed Kano's shoulder armor, cutting a gap. Kano let go, and the arrow flew straight into the eye of his opponent's crotch.

The other party thought that the arrow would be shot at him, but he didn't have time to turn the horse's head in a hurry.

The opposing horse fell to the ground, and Kano stepped forward and put his riding spear to the opponent's chest.

"Very well, Canopus, get here today." The other party's figure shattered and melted into the thick fog, "But don't relax the practice of bows and arrows, you will have to face Mr. Tristan later." He's going to use volleys. ”