Hogwarts' Golden Glory

Before the other party left, Kane still told them the good news.

He still hoped that his younger brother could have a good night's sleep.

"Okay, thank you."

Draco wasn't as happy as usual after hearing the good news.

He knew that he was able to join Slytherin's Quidditch team not because of his own ability, but because Kane had approached Snape to discuss it.

He was determined to earn their recognition through his own abilities.

At this moment, Kane wasn't thinking about that much; instead, he was pondering where he could learn Fiendfire.

However, it was too late tonight, so Kane went to rest after washing up.

The next day, early in the morning, Kane went to Draco's dormitory to wake him up.

When I got to the dormitory, it was completely empty; there wasn't a single person there.

Meanwhile, beside the Black Lake shrouded in white mist.

While panting heavily, Goyle said to Draco beside him, "Boss... phew... Boss, aren't we waiting for Chief Kane today?"

Draco was so tired he could barely speak, and he replied impatiently, "Shut up and run!" He was focused on proving his strength through hard training.

Just then, Kane arrived at the Black Lake.

He saw Draco and the others training, but didn't disturb them; he simply joined the team.

Harry felt a surge of warmth upon seeing these people training.

He heard Kane mention training yesterday, and he actually wanted to participate as well.

Moreover, judging from Zhang Qiu's behavior, the other party also likes her very much.

So, disregarding the opinions of those around him, he joined the group.

"Kane, can I join too?"

Kane nodded.

Seeing Harry walk over and successfully join in, Hermione then followed suit.

The group of people who were originally watching the play were now discussing it even more intensely!

"Look, Harry and Hermione are in there too!"

They pointed at Harry in the group.

Although they didn't train together, a seed of wanting to try it was planted in their hearts.

Because of the strenuous exercise, the exhausted people were able to eat more food.

After eating, Harry felt refreshed and thought to himself that it was absolutely right for him to exercise in the morning.

At this time, my head was still feeling sleepy.

But now I'm full of energy and have boundless vitality.

They finished their herbal medicine class early in the morning in the greenhouse.

On their way to the History of Magic classroom, Kane and his group happened to meet Professor Alder.

"Hello, Professor."

Upon seeing Kane, Professor Old asked with concern, "Kane, are you alright?"

Kane was completely baffled by the question, wondering why the professor was asking it.

Seeing Kane's reaction, Professor Alder knew he shouldn't have said that.

"I heard there was an accident during your flight lesson yesterday, so I wanted to ask you about it."

After hearing Professor Old's explanation, Kane finally understood.

"Only Neville fell yesterday, he's already been to the school clinic, and he's fine."

After the explanation, the group resumed their class as normal.

In this lesson, Professor Older once again showed the rest of the story.

As the setting sun bathed the classroom in amber light, Professor Alder waved his wand.

The ceiling transformed into the dome of a medieval alchemy workshop, and the holographic projection of Fiendfire condensed into the shape of a three-headed dog in the void, the heat wave scorching the students in the front row until they were sweating profusely.

"In 1348 AD, the Black Death swept across Europe." The professor strolled through the phantom of flames, but frost formed on the hem of his robe.

"The church blamed the plague on witches and burned thousands of innocent people. An unnamed alchemist attempted to retaliate with Fiendfire—"

The scene shifts to a small Italian town during a torrential downpour. An alchemist, his body wrapped in bandages, raises his wand, and Fiendfyre transforms into a giant dragon that lunges at the Crusaders.

The flames suddenly went out of control when they reached the church spire, engulfing the entire street.

"He made a fatal mistake." Ald tapped his wand lightly, and the dragon phantom was pierced by the icy blue spell. "Feeding Fiery Fury with hatred is like putting out a fire with gasoline."

"Can anyone tell me what I would have done if you had been there?"

The professor suddenly asked a question, his gaze sweeping over Hermione's raised hand, but stopping at Kane, who was pretending to take notes.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Kane closed the dragon-skin notebook, revealing a Fiend Curse note inside: "All curses cease."

"stop."

Alder's wand shattered his erudite speech. "I don't want to hear textbook answers, I want to hear the wisdom that history teaches us."

At this moment, Hermione also lowered her hand.

"Next week's paper topic: How to deal with Fiendfire. Hint: The Venice riots of 1389."

Kane looked at the question and felt there was something fishy about it.

After class, the Weasley twins walked toward Kane.

George asked with a mischievous grin:

"Kane, did you use those five stinky dung balls yesterday?"

Before Kane could answer, Fred continued, "Professor Quirrell didn't come to class today. A student went to his office to call him, and was so disgusted by the smell that he threw up!"

George continued, "You're so cool!"

Kane felt secretly pleased when he heard about Professor Quirrell's miserable state.

But he still said in a serious tone, "I'm useless. Professor Quirrell probably just happened to run into someone else's stinky poop. It has nothing to do with me."

"Okay, we understand."

The twins understood immediately, smiled, patted Kane on the shoulder, and left.

Kane had just finished eating when a gruff-looking man approached.

Marcus Flint, Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

"Kane, Draco, the professor wants you to go to his office."

Kane knew in his heart that the broom had arrived, along with the news of Draco joining Quidditch.

As the group approached Snape's office, they smelled the familiar bitter smell of a potion—seventy percent African tree snake skin, twenty percent belladonna juice, and one-tenth of a strange smell that seemed to come from slugs.

"Don't touch anything in a minute," Kane warned Draco in a low voice as he opened the door.

Stepping into the office, it felt somewhat cramped.

Snape's gaze swept over the group, finally settling on Draco.

"Draco Malfoy, I heard you're interested in joining Slytherin's Quidditch team?"

Draco immediately straightened up and answered confidently, "Yes, Professor. I received excellent Quidditch training from a young age, and I believe I can bring honor to the team."

Snape raised an eyebrow slightly and snorted. "Confidence is a good thing, but in Slytherin, strength is everything."

Marcus was somewhat displeased upon hearing that Draco was going to join Quidditch.

He was the captain of Slytherin, and his aggressive playing style made him an excellent Seeker.

Although others always thought his team was brutal and violent, he didn't care at all.

For him, his only goal is victory.

Draco's arrival was not a good thing for him.

Because this little guy is too thin, the only position he can play is Seeker!

This is undoubtedly competing with him for the position!

I had heard a few days ago that Draco and Kane were Professor Snape's godsons, and now it seems that it really is true!

They want to use connections to get into this team that's on a five-game winning streak!

He absolutely will not allow this!

So he stepped forward and said to Snape:

"Professor, I think Draco should be assessed first if he wants to join the team."