Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 172 Professor Trelawney

"How do we get back?" Harry asked.

"If you want to crawl straight into my hat and get back to your dorm... well, your outpost is that big trunk I made." Kane finished speaking and was about to take off his hat when Harry waved his hand: "Just ride a broomstick."

After saying that, he also took out a fire ring from the pile of bedding he had packed. At this moment, Lu Ping was in trouble again.

It would be convenient to sit with any junior wizard, but it would be embarrassing.

If you ride your own broom, the only outcome will be that you get dragged down and crushed by the two little wizards.

As for asking them to slow down and wait for them...

That's utter nonsense. He'd been that age himself and knew all too well that these young wizards would unhesitatingly squeeze every last drop of speed out of any vehicle they could control, making them wait... difficult.

Harry, perhaps having just blown up some gossipy relative, now calmed down and his kind and emotionally intelligent side kicked in. He noticed Lupin's helpless little expression and naturally handed him the ring of fire.

"I'm a little tired." After saying that, Harry naturally sat down behind Kane. He was still a little unaccustomed to not having the little pumpkin as a backrest behind the broom.

Everything was going so well, but the heartwarming scene of the three of them flying away with their two brooms was viewed very differently by a certain dog who arrived late, exhausted like a dog, and only saw the last scene.

He's so much like James, yet he doesn't even have a decent broom.

I don't accept it!

And so, the next day, when Harry woke up in his Hogwarts room, he saw a long, rectangular gift box outside his window.

"Kane, do you know how to defuse bombs?" he asked, looking at Kane who was slowly waking up not far away.

"You've been watching too many brainless spy dramas on TV at the Dursleys' house, haven't you?" Kane said without the slightest hesitation, directly tearing the few people apart with his Shadow Claws.

"Hmm? A broom?" Harry frowned as he picked up the broom. "Did Professor McGonagall give it to me? Maybe she thought it wasn't safe for me to ride the fire ring? That the other side isn't safe!"

"That's hard to say. You could write to Professor McGonagall and ask, though I think it's unlikely." Kane looked at the brand-new broom, which didn't look cheap at all, and finally came to his senses. After thinking for a moment, he added, "And while you're at it, take a look at Dumbledore. Black is after you right now, so maybe there's some kind of curse on it?"

"What you're saying is not much different from the brain-dead spy dramas Uncle Vernon watches."

The two chatted casually until they finally arrived at the auditorium.

Dumbledore's keen eyes spotted the broom Harry was holding: "Firebolt? That's a very good broom, the fastest mass-produced broom."

"So it's mass-produced, huh? Let's compare it with the custom-made one?" Kane slowly gave his own flying broom a "GG".

Harry scratched his head, realizing that he knew less about flying brooms than Dumbledore, an old man, about something that young wizards should be excited about and specialize in... Dumbledore was terrifying indeed.

Of course, this is also because I didn't read the Daily Prophet for most of the holiday.

After mentally justifying his own backwardness, he placed the broom in an empty spot on the long table: "Professor Dumbledore, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

The latter casually pulled out his wand: "You're being unusually cautious today, it's not like you at all."

Harry gave a polite smile.

Just as Harry was laughing, Dumbledore had already put away his wand: "Congratulations, Harry, you now have two brooms to ride alternately."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Although he already had the ring of fire, so being given a new broom wasn't a huge surprise, knowing that he could ride it was good news.

Perhaps we could lend it to Ron? After all, Kane and Hermione don't seem very interested in Quidditch. Kane only likes riding a broomstick to accelerate through corners and isn't used to playing the ball, while Hermione doesn't even like broomsticks.

So, if I wanted to try and get my friends into the Quidditch team, Ron was my only option.

However, it also depends on whether Ron is willing and whether there's a spot in the team.

Harry silently sat back down in his assigned spot. Lupin, sitting beside him, asked gently, "Still wondering who gave you this broom?"

Harry wasn't originally curious about this, but Lupin's question made him realize that it was indeed a question worth considering.

Just as he nodded, the auditorium doors not far away were pushed open with a thud, and Professor Trelawney, who was usually a recluse and rarely seen, and who only existed in the mouths of upperclassmen, walked in, trembling.

"There are quite a few Hogwarts family members here this year, Albus. I'm back from Maurice. Oh, it seems you didn't prepare breakfast for me?" Professor Trelawney suddenly said somewhat hesitantly.

"I didn't expect you to be back so soon, but breakfast must be ready. So, you met the King of Maurice?" Dumbledore said, snapping his fingers. The invisible house-elves around him then served another breakfast on the long table.

Professor Trelawney shook her head somewhat helplessly: "No, no, Mauritius...Republic, has no king."

Dumbledore wasn't sure if he should laugh, but after a long while, he decided that suppressing laughter wasn't good for his health. So he gave a warm, polite, and non-mocking smile: "I can tell why you came back so early. Why don't you have dinner here? It's not crowded today."

Professor Trelawney instinctively wanted to refuse, after all, she was socially awkward. However, when she saw Lupin on the long table, she was somewhat surprised: "How strange, my stranger, has your fate changed? Did a curse leave you in disgust?"

Lupin looked at the professor of divination, who had never taught him, with some surprise. Why was he giving him such a big surprise as soon as they met?

Why does this professor seem unusually knowledgeable?

After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, she ignored Lupin and looked at Kane: "As for you, little wizard..."

"I can see that you used special methods to seize power that you shouldn't have had..."

Kane sat bolt upright. Just who was this divination professor? Something wasn't right.

Just as Kane was so startled by the divination professor's half-sentence that he almost yawned, Harry saw that Kane and Lupin both looked serious after being spoken to by the divination professor. He then looked at the divination professor curiously and pointed to himself with both fingers.

"And what about me? And what about me?"

Professor Trelawney glanced at Harry and scoffed, "You in the Heavenly Eye..."

Professor Trelawney successfully piqued the curiosity of everyone at the table.

Harry was the worst.

Just as everyone at the table was about to lose their curiosity, Professor Trelawney finally revealed the remaining answer.

"You'll have a big hole in your butt..."

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