Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Harry, still half asleep, pulled a golden object from the bedside table: "The vault key. Go get it yourself."

Kane, holding the key, looked at Harry with an approving expression and nodded repeatedly.

"This is what a true brother is."

Gringotts appears to be running 24/7; Kane went in and came out with five Galleons in less than half an hour.

After all, he just wanted to buy a wreath; did he really have to empty Harry's vault?

If someone has this thought, they can be called the most heartless person.

However, when Kane wore the wreath infused with his own shadow on his head and sat at the bar downstairs, feeling his sanity recovering, he suddenly thought of a serious question.

As a grown man, wearing this flower wreath makes me feel...gay.

"Do you think so?" Kane looked at Tom, who was always wiping cups across from him, and asked this profound question.

“You’re still young, and young people can’t do anything wrong,” Tom comforted him.

"That's good." Kane breathed a sigh of relief, jumped off the stool, and turned around to see Harry looking completely bewildered.

"Let me explain, I'm a real man!"

Chapter 18 People who are more talented than you are working even harder than you.

Harry slowly took two steps back: "You don't need to explain, you don't need to explain anything. Everyone has their own aesthetic sense, and I completely...understand that, hahaha!"

At first, Harry managed to maintain a serious demeanor, but eventually he couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Kane maintained an awkward, half-smile on his lips. He needed to know his sanity recovery progress as quickly as possible so he could remove the wreath from his head.

Back in his room, he wrote a short, direct statement on parchment.

I want to learn magic that allows me to clearly see my own attributes. Teach me!

.....

Suddenly, he felt his writing was a bit stiff, and after considering it for a while, he added another sentence...

Dear Professor Dumbledore.

He placed the envelope at the raven's feet and patted its warm back: "Fly, raven."

Unfortunately, the raven had absolutely no intention of taking flight.

Did Hagrid buy me a defective product?

Just as Kane was looking at the raven helplessly, Harry pushed the door open and came in from behind. He looked at Kane and the raven staring at each other and said, "Could it be because you didn't name it? If someone calls me, human, to deliver a message, I'll spit in their face."

"Name?" Kane looked at the pure black raven in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "Your name will be Hu Jin. Now, Hu Jin, please deliver this message for me... Thank you."

Hu Jin immediately flapped his wings and flew into the sky, heading towards Hogwarts.

"You call it Hu Jin? Should I change Hedwig's name, like Maureen?" Harry glanced at Hedwig, who was drinking water in her cage. She quickly shook her head and glared angrily at Kane.

"It was your master who wanted to change your name, why are you yelling at me?" Kane pouted innocently.

Dumbledore replied very quickly, and Hu Jin flew back that afternoon with the envelope in hand.

In the letter, Dumbledore said a lot. First, he asked Kane why he needed this kind of magic, whether there was something wrong with his body. He also mentioned that because the power of wizards cannot be quantified, no one has invented such a spell yet.

However, in the letter, Dumbledore taught him a little trick: he could disperse all his magic out of his body and then re-infuse it into his body, thus achieving a function similar to ultrasound.

Although it is impossible to detect specific numerical values, one can observe the current state of one's soul, whether it is strong or weak.

Finally, he was reminded that this little trick was very difficult, and if he couldn't learn it, he shouldn't force himself to learn it. He could go to the headmaster's office on the first night of Hogwarts and then he could teach Kane.

In the blink of an eye, it was September 1st. As for the little trick Dumbledore taught him... he learned it that very day, it was so simple.

That technique allows you to see the distinct states of your flesh, soul, and magic, with the soul roughly corresponding to your sanity (SAN) value.

Whenever he felt like he was having a nervous breakdown and being invaded by the Shadow Monster, his soul was always listless. For example, right now, Kane and Harry finally found an empty carriage. The moment he sat down, he put the wreath on his head and threw two pieces of chocolate into his mouth.

During this time, Kane spent his time either reading spellbooks in his room at the Leaky Cauldron or on a bench in Diagon Alley.

Correspondingly, my sanity was never full during the time I was learning magic.

"Looks like I need to upgrade the technology as soon as possible, otherwise, given the intensity of learning magic at Hogwarts, I'll probably be chased all over Hogwarts by the afternoon after enrolling in the morning." Kane said, setting himself another small goal while reading.

dong dong dong.

Harry opened the door, and the person outside happened to be someone they knew.

“Harry!” Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"Ron!" Harry excitedly hugged Ron, then pulled Kane out of his book: "Kane, look who's here?"

"So what if someone comes..." Kane looked up at the newcomer: "Ron!"

Kane also shouted at full speed instantly. Well, actually he wasn't that excited, but it just seemed more polite and fit the atmosphere.

Ron maintained his temper: "Kane! What the hell is that on your head?"

"...It's just a decoration, don't worry about it."

The small box gained another member, but this did not dampen Kane's enthusiasm for learning magic; it simply gave Harry and Ron, who were bored during their journey, another good friend to chat and joke with.

Well, we can't be too certain. They did cause some disturbance, like right now.

"Kane, which house are you planning to go to? You should know about the four houses of Hogwarts, right?" Ron asked.

“I know, all the academies are pretty much the same to me,” Kane said calmly, turning a page of his book.

“How can it be roughly the same? Just like Gryffindor rejects cowards, Slytherin rejects non-pure-blood wizards, and Ravenclaw rejects stupid people, a person should definitely find a house that suits them.” Ron shook his head and explained his understanding.

"It's all just rejection, I don't care. Even if I dug up all the ancestral graves in the entire academy, I don't think they can do anything to me." Kane slowly closed the book: "But if I had to say..."

"I'll stay with you guys. After all, this is a boarding school. If I don't share a dorm with my friends, I won't have anyone to talk to after class. It'll be too lonely."

Kane felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of that kind of loneliness, so different from that in the Eternal Realm.

If you don't have friends in a boarding school, you really have absolutely no motivation to stay. Forget about going back to the dorm; you might not even want to eat. Everyone else is hanging out with friends, and you're all alone there, ugh...

This could be a good way to lose weight.

“Then let’s all go to Gryffindor. I think we can definitely get in!” Ron said seriously.

"Did you choose this yourself?" Harry asked.

"Hmm...maybe it's an exam? Or maybe something else? I don't really know." Ron's previously excited face instantly fell.

What if the Sorting Exams are too difficult? What if the House selects junior wizards and he isn't chosen? Will his three older brothers be of any use?

dong dong dong...

"Please come in," Kane said, reopening the book.

“I’m here looking for a toad. Oh, an acquaintance, do you remember me? Hermione Granger.” Hermione opened the door and saw the magical Celestial Dragon who had left a deep impression on her at Ollivander’s Wand Shop in Diagon Alley, along with his two friends.

Wait... what is that Celestial Dragon doing? This Celestial Dragon, whose family is so prestigious that even the only wand shop in England would commission a custom wand for him and pay him back, is reading a book on a train despite his dark circles. And what am I doing? Helping someone find a toad?

It really proves the saying: those who are more talented than you are also more hardworking than you.

Hermione, Hermione, how could you agree to go find that damn toad!

Chapter Nineteen: Willy Wonka's Chocolates

To others, Hermione paused for a moment upon seeing Kane. Then, as if triggering some deep-seated logic, she immediately entered a state of post-coital calm.

"Would you mind having one more person?" Hermione asked casually.

“I don’t mind.” Ron shifted his weight further in.

Hermione sat in the box and took out a book from her pocket to read.

Harry and Ron looked at the scene with some confusion and scratched their heads. They both felt that they shouldn't be sitting in their current seats, but should switch seats with the academic genius opposite them so that the two of them could chat quietly with their heads down.

However, unlike Kane who buried his head in the book, Hermione had something on her mind. Although improving herself was urgent, her promise to Neville to help him was as important as the little toad.

so...

Have you seen a toad, you know, a frog?

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Kane, who was quietly reading, suddenly snapped to attention and decisively pulled out his wand.

"A toad? Where is the evil toad?"

The other three people in the private room watched this scene with twitching lips: "So you're afraid of toads?"

“Actually, it’s not here; we’re just looking for it,” Harry added.

Kane awkwardly withdrew his wand: "Never mind me, I have PTSD."

Harry and Ron listened to Kane's strange words, and although they didn't understand them, they didn't say anything. However, Hermione, who could be described as well-read, was different.

"I know PTSD is a post-traumatic stress disorder. For example, someone who has been in a car accident might be afraid of fast-moving vehicles and car horns, or someone who has been in a war might be afraid of gunfire. But what exactly did the toad do to you to make you...?"

As Hermione spoke, she pointed to the living wooden wand with its mouth sealed shut with gold nails inside Kane's sleeve.

"Such a big reaction."

Ron nodded: "Although that thing does look scary, you're so strong, why don't you just kill it?"

Kane slowly closed the book: "You want to hear it?"

The three of them nodded in unison.

"The place I used to live was a strange and absurd place, a wilderness with all sorts of magical creatures and a special climate."

"One of them is a special kind of weather in spring. When it rains, a lot of frogs will fall from the sky. The locals call it frog rain. Every time, hundreds of frogs fall from the sky together. Then, like wild bullies, any creature that appears in front of them will be licked by their disgusting tongues."

Harry and Hermione didn't distrust Kane's words at all. After all, she had always lived in Muggle society and could accept the magical world no matter how amazing it was.

Ron, who grew up in the magical world, and Malfoy, who was eavesdropping outside the carriage, were different. Their worldviews from childhood had never heard of such a place, except for Innsmouth in the Cthulhu novels.

But the moment Malfoy shouted "Impossible!", the entire box fell silent. Hermione opened the box door: "Sir, who are you?"

When Malfoy saw Hermione's Muggle attire, his first instinct was to tell her to shut up and call her a Mudblood. However, he then remembered that neither he nor his father had yet determined Kane's origins, so socially speaking, Kane was now also considered a Mudblood...

Well, my own dad told me to befriend him, so I'll hold my tongue for now.

“My dad told me that I was wrong at the ice cream shop, so he made me apologize to you.” As he spoke, Malfoy pulled three beautifully packaged chocolates from his pocket.

"Willy Wonka chocolates, my dad went to great lengths to get them for you." Malfoy placed the three chocolates on the table, then put on his characteristic arrogant and smug face again, closed the door, and left. This was something his father had taught him: don't go overboard, just a good start is enough.