Rubik’s Cube of Heavens

Chapter 55: Oliver Wood

'There was someone in the office!'

After Professor David left, there were still other people in the office. Although he could not see it with the naked eye or hear the other person's breathing and heartbeat with rapt attention, Coven's sixth sense of martial arts sensed the gaze that was added to his body.

At first, he did not feel anything, but after throwing nearly half of the snakes into the box, Coven confirmed that the gaze was not from the snakes on the ground.

'Who would be bored enough to keep an eye on me?'

Combined with the recent events, the conclusion was obvious that the person hiding in the dark must be the principal of this Hogwarts, Dumbledore!

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

It was a little too much to treat such a 'little brat' like him. After all, among the students of Slytherin, there were many people with hypocritical personalities. Why did he receive such obvious 'care' alone?

Coven was very agitated.

After a while in the quilt, Coven adjusted his mood, adjusted his expression, lifted the quilt and got up, as if nothing had happened, and began to do homework...

....

At the same time, in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk with a relaxed expression. He held the teacup in his left hand and the teacup in his right hand. He looked at Snape and Professor McGonagall with a smile in his eyes.

"So..." Snape's voice was low, but his tone was a little relaxed. "Have you confirmed that Coven Quinn is not a parseltongue?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded slowly. "I have already taken out my memory and saved it. You can also take a look at it yourself."

He picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. Then Dumbledore continued, "If that child is a Parseltongue, he will definitely show some expression when facing so many snakes. But from my observation, it is obvious that the child does not understand the language of snakes."

"This is great!" Professor McGonagall clasped her hands in front of her chest and heaved a heavy sigh of relief, her face full of joy.

"Yes, Minerva." Dumbledore echoed, "From the looks of it now, we have indeed been too wary of that child."

"I can understand." Professor McGonagall nodded slowly. "After all, that child's talent is too good, and in just a month, his strength has increased to the point that it is hard to believe that he is still a child."

"Then Severus, do you have any other opinions?" Dumbledore turned to look at Professor Snape.

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

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

"Of course, don't let the whole school know about this." Dumbledore added, "Also, not only do we have to help the child with his studies, but we also have to guide him as much as possible in life and guide him on the right path."

"We will do it, Albus." Professor McGonagall responded with a little excitement, "I will suggest that Coven make more friends, but..."

At this point, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but turn to look at Snape. "I think that child shouldn't have too much contact with Slytherin. Sorry, Severus, you should understand what I mean."

Professor Snape didn't care. He just nodded slightly and said in a flat tone, "I understand. Everyone wants Coven Quinn to walk on the road of sunshine. The darkness in Slytherin will lead him to have bad thoughts."

Professor McGonagall nodded gratefully at Snape and did not say anything else.

.....

Coven did not know that his monitoring period had passed.

In the next few days, Coven still maintained his 'small transparent' character, trying to avoid attracting the attention of others.

Until the second weekend arrived, Hogwarts was going to hold a 'Quidditch' competition.

On the morning of the weekend, the new school year's Quidditch sports will start the first match, and Gryffindor will fight Slytherin.

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

Early in the morning, all the students and professors came to the 'Quidditch' competition, which showed the popularity of this 'Quidditch' competition in the magic world.

Coven stood on the simple stands with his familiar classmates. He could not help but feel a little uncomfortable as he listened to the exciting discussions around him.

Before the transmigration, New Era had already lost all kinds of sports competitions. There was only one kind of international competition: the martial arts competition. The participants were all Ability practitioners or practitioners.

Coven had seen the records of the previous era in the process of learning knowledge. He knew that there were football, basketball, and other activities, but it was only limited to a general understanding. There was no more specific concept.

Therefore, now that he felt the enthusiasm of the people around him for the 'Quidditch' competition, Coven felt that it was difficult for him to participate in it as if there was a generation gap.

"LOOK! THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!"

A scream suddenly sounded from the side, scaring Coven. He turned around and found that it was his classmate, Oliver Wood.

Following Wood's scream, the participating students of the two houses flew over the arena on a 'flying broom', and then performed some flying tricks, which caused cheers and screams from the entire arena.

Listening to the deafening sounds around him, Coven shook his head helplessly and then looked up at the sky to observe the participants.

With this observation, Coven could not help but be slightly stunned. He then retracted his gaze, raised his arm, and elbowed Oliver Wood, who was still screaming beside him.

"Ah - What's wrong, Coven?" Wood stopped screaming halfway and turned to look at him doubtfully.

Coven leaned close to the other person's ear and asked loudly, "I didn't notice it before. Wood, who are the three red-haired men?"

"Red hair? Oh! Those are the three brothers of Weasley." Wood also leaned close to Coven's ear and replied loudly, "Look at the short-haired and slightly fat one, that is the fourth year Charlie, the thin and long-haired one is the sixth year Bill, and the last one is the second year, Percy Weasley."

"Oh..." Coven nodded to show that he understood.

"But that Percy's skill is not good." Wood then introduced Coven, "None of the second-year students in Gryffindor have good flying skills. That Percy can only be counted as a stopgap. When we can register for Quidditch in our second year, I will definitely be able to push him down!"

"Then you can do it." Coven smiled and encouraged him.

"What about you, Coven?" Wood asked, "Your performance in the flight class is so good. Do you want to sign up with me next year?"

"I can't be sure right now. I don't even know the rules of the competition." Coven responded to Wood in a loud voice.

"I'll teach you when we get back!" Wood also shouted, "It's too late. The game is about to start. You should observe first!"

"No problem."

Coven made an OK gesture and then looked at the opposite side of the field. The flight class professor Madam Hooch was ready to announce the start of the game...