As Kewen slowly lifted off on a broomstick, the idea of ​​resistance in his heart completely disappeared.

And as the idea of ​​resistance disappeared, Cowen felt that his control over the flying broom under him became more sensitive.

In the virtual game, Kewen had piloted various fighter planes and spaceships. Although today's flying brooms do not have as many functions as fighter planes and spaceships, Kewen is also confident that he can play some tricks with the flying broom.

It's a pity that he is in class at this moment, and he can't do anything to disrupt the class, so he can only wait for the opportunity in the future, and then have a good time...

Next, Mrs. Hooch instructed the students to have a short low-altitude flight experience, teaching them how to control simple movements such as turning a broom in the air.

Before we knew it, an hour of class time passed, and the students reluctantly controlled the broom to land and put the teaching broom back to its original place.

Mrs. Hooch announced the get out of class, and then controlled all the brooms to float behind her with a spell, and walked away quickly.

The students also started to walk into the castle, but they were all students from Gryffindor, while the Slytherin children didn't move, but gathered together and looked at Gryffindor badly. Lots of students here.

The abnormal situation was discovered by the Gryffindors, and everyone couldn't help but stop and looked back at the Slytherins.

Seeing this, Kewen sighed secretly: It's finally here.

Because the Slytherin bear children are so blatant, all the unintentional eyes are focused on him.

"Cowen Quinn!"

Finally, a Slytherin student couldn't help but speak, and said loudly in a proud and contemptuous tone: "I'm going to duel with you!"

The Gryffindors were stunned for a moment, then burst into an uproar.

"How dare you!"

"I'm going to tell the professor!"

...

The Gryffindor students began to fight for Kewen one after another, and they all gathered around Kewen, and they seemed to be very united at the moment.

"Humph! Aren't you the bravest Gryffindor?" It was still the Slytherin who spoke, sarcastically and aggressively: "What? The brave Gryffindor doesn't even dare to duel? Snitching to the professor? What a shame!"

"That's it."

"What a shame for Gryffindor House."

"What bravery, I think it's a coward..."

The Slytherin students began to boo, but their purpose was achieved.

The next moment, the classmates around Kewen angrily changed their positions and began to cheer for Kewen.

"Kewen promises them!"

"Yes! Teach them a lesson!"

"Teach them a hard lesson!"

"Let these stinky snakes who can only hide under the ground! Know how powerful our Gryffindors are!"

...

Kewen rolled his eyes secretly, and sure enough, he shouldn't have any expectations for these little brats.

"What do you say? Cowen Quinn!" Seeing this, the leading Slytherin student, with a proud expression, raised his chin proudly, looked at Cowen and said, "If you dare not You can just admit defeat, and I won't hurt you, as long as you admit that you are a coward in the future!"

"Hey..." Under everyone's attention, Kewen sighed and shook his head, then looked at the Slytherin, and said helplessly: "You can tell me...why did you delay until now, only to come to me trouble?"

The Slytherins fell silent, obviously not wanting to answer the question.

"Humph! It's okay to tell you!"

At this time, one of the Slytherin camp suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence.

Kewen looked away, but was slightly taken aback.

Because the person who spoke was the first peer he had met since he came to this world, and was assigned to James Palmston of Slytherin.

"We asked the family for your information before." Little James said proudly and loudly: "You are not a noble pure blood like us, so we decided to teach you a lesson today, let you know that offends our noble pure blood The fate of the blood wizard."

Kewen looked at James with a deep meaning, and then smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Kewen is not a real 11-year-old kid. He couldn't hear such a vague reminder from little James.

At the same time, Cowan recalled why so many owl letters were sent to the Slytherin table on Wednesday.

Obviously, this group of Slytherin bear children wrote letters to their families on Tuesday, asking parents for information about Kewen, in order to measure whether Kewen can afford it.

After figuring out the cause and effect, Kewen didn't hold back anymore, stepped forward, stood in the open space between the two groups of students, and said with a playful smile: "Okay, I promise you a duel, who is coming?"

"Of course it's me!" The Slytherin student who took the lead was slightly taken aback when he saw this. He didn't expect Kewen to be so bold. He really agreed to the duel he proposed, but he didn't think much about it. , came to the open space.

"I'm inside..."

"Okay!" Kewen suddenly interrupted the other party's words and said casually: "I don't care who you are, can we start the duel?"

"You!" The anonymous Slytherin had never seen Kewen come so unruly, and could not help but feel suffocated in his chest, his face looked very embarrassed.

"Can we start quickly?" Kewen continued sarcastically: "I don't have that much time to waste with you guys."

"You! You! I must make you look good!" The Anonymous exclaimed angrily.

"I'll be the referee for you!" Little James suddenly stepped forward at this time, and at the same time, glanced at Cowen with a hint of apology.

Seeing this, Kewen smiled slightly: "Okay, thank you."

"Humph!" Anonymous could only snort coldly when he saw this, took out his wand, and raised it on top of his head, aiming at Kewen.

"Cow, you cough... Cowen Quinn." Seeing this, little James said to Cowen, "It's time for you to prepare for the duel."

"No, you can just announce the start." Kewen smiled and shook his head slightly.

Everyone was stunned, little James looked at Kewen inexplicably, and nodded to confirm: "Okay."

Taking a step back, little James was silent for a moment, and then loudly announced: "The duel begins!"

"Snot-"

Anonymous had prepared magic for a long time, and as soon as little James finished speaking, Anonymous recited the spell aloud, and at the same time threw his wand hard at Kewen.

When Kewen saw this, he still didn't take out his wand, and when he was halfway through reciting the Anonymous spell, Kewen smiled slightly.

next moment……