Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

However, there is a slight difference. He didn't tell Dumbledore because he subconsciously didn't want to disappoint him. But for Kane, the two are friends, so there's no question of disappointment.

Just as Lupin was still hesitating, a light drizzle suddenly began to fall. Looking at Kane, who had reluctantly pulled up his hood and wore a death-like battle expression...

Lupin finally spoke up; he was really going to say it now, otherwise Kane might explode with anger.

Chapter 167 Who can refuse to return to school early?

“It’s like this…” Lupin began slowly, “Sirius is an Animagus.”

As soon as Lupin finished speaking, Kane's expression instantly turned serious.

He frowned and asked, "What is Animagus?"

Lupin paused for a moment: "...a high-level shapeshifting spell that allows a wizard to acquire a new animal form, and Sirius Black's Animagus is a big black dog."

Kane nodded. "So you told me this as a secret? Does that mean no one else knows about Sirius Black's spell? Does Dumbledore know? Does the Ministry of Magic know? Is it possible that he escaped from Azkaban because of this?"

"I'm probably the only one left who knows about Black Animagus. Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic don't know either. As for how he managed to escape Azkaban... maybe it's something else? I can't imagine. Azkaban is an isolated island. If he only relied on dog paddling... could he really have survived?"

Lu Ping's speech at the end sounded like a question he was asking himself, revealing a very strange mood.

Kane nodded, leaning against the tree trunk behind him: "So you're not telling Dumbledore, not telling the wizarding world, but telling me... you want me to keep this a secret for you?"

“Pretty much, I have my reasons… Although only Black was capable of betraying James and the others back then, I find it hard to believe, and I feel I need to truly know what really happened,” Lupin said, his voice tinged with pleading.

"Ah ha~" Kane put his hands behind his head and slowly crossed one leg: "It seems you trust this Mr. Black quite a bit?"

“Back then, Black and James’s relationship was like yours with Harry.” Lupin used a very apt analogy, and Kane understood now. If outsiders saw him as having betrayed Harry by yielding to someone else, Ron and Hermione certainly wouldn't believe it. He needed to find an opportunity to get to the bottom of this…

"Then I also suggest you tell Dumbledore and discuss it with him. If he catches Black, do you think he won't let you ask him a question? Of course, I don't plan to inform on this matter. You can choose what to do yourself."

After Kane finished speaking, Lupin raised an eyebrow: "You really can't?"

"Hmmmm~"

“...Alright, I’ll tell Dumbledore. After all, I’m not going to gamble with Harry’s life.” Lupin finished speaking, settled back into his seat, and looked at the Dursleys not far away.

As dusk fell, only a black magician's top hat remained where Kane had been sitting; the person in question had already crawled inside the hat and was fast asleep.

To be fair, thanks to the space connected to the magician's top hat and the magician's cabinet, it's quite spacious. You can use a piece of wood as a pillow and a handful of dry grass as a blanket.

However, while Kane was enjoying his peaceful life inside the hat, Harry was struggling under the weight of the Dursleys' burdens.

Although Harry's treatment at the Dursleys' house has improved slightly, such as having his own small room, his core benefits are still extremely poor.

It might have been better if he had chosen to give the Dursleys a little bit of support, but unfortunately, he didn't intend to do so, so much so that the Dursleys are still an enemy fountain to him that doesn't heal and even attacks him.

If there were no external interference, this might have maintained a delicate balance, such as Harry suffering for a while before returning to Hogwarts to enjoy himself.

But at this moment, an uninvited guest arrived at the Dursleys' house, which clearly disrupted this balance.

For example, a gossipy woman insulted Harry's parents in front of Harry, to the point that this gossipy woman, in a real-world sense, took flight.

Whether or not they will be allowed to return is unknown.

However, it's also thanks to Harry's kindness; if it were Kane...

Whether or not she can return to base is not even a question... she should be researching whether she can reorganize herself.

So much so that when Kane was woken up by Lupin shaking his hat, the first person who didn't understand was Mrs. Dursley.

Even if she wasn't close to James Potter, Lily Potter seemed to be her sister, right?

Are you just going to stand by and watch an outsider insult your sister?

I didn't understand it, and I was deeply shocked.

Just as Kane was yawning while sitting on the tree trunk, Harry of the Dursleys had already packed his luggage and bedding and stormed off from the Dursleys' house.

The Aurors, who had been waiting there to protect Harry, appeared directly at the Dursleys' house. They had no liking for this family of impolite Muggles and were too lazy to waste words with them. After allowing the gossipy woman to return and erase her memories, they left without saying anything and Apparated away.

While the Aurors were cleaning up, Kane and Lupin quietly followed behind Harry, their plan as simple and unpretentious as ever.

Track Harry Potter to ensure his safety, and incidentally, fish out Black, who is hiding in the shadows.

However, the reality may have been slightly different from their plan. For example, they underestimated Harry's perception as the Seeker, the visibility at night, and Harry's ability to detect the subtle and strange fluctuations in space, given his years of experience using the invisibility cloak.

After being struck by Harry's Exorcism spell, which started with zero frames, Lupin and Kane, who was using Lupin's Disillusionment Charm, were exposed to Harry due to their unstable control of magic.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked Kane and Lupin in surprise.

“Of course we’re here to protect you, and not just us, but a whole bunch of Aurors too.” Kane said, as if afraid Harry wouldn’t understand, and pulled Sirius Black’s wanted poster out of his hat and handed it to Harry.

"Hmm, Tom, who is Voldemort's henchman, escaped from Azkaban specifically to kill you."

Harry took the wanted poster, glanced at Sirius Black's escape date on it, and chuckled speechlessly: "Voldemort really misjudged people. If he had sent a house-elf, I probably would have been half dead by now."

Kane gave Harry a strange look.

He's always criticizing house-pocket creatures, but when he encounters a poor Pokémon like Dobby, he'll still lend a helping hand...

Harry Potter, your tsundere traits are starting to fade...

In short, their plan to catch the dog was completely ruined because Harry discovered them beforehand.

But for Harry, all of this was incredibly awesome.

Who wouldn't love returning to school early?

Chapter 168 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 box 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 wait a little longer...

That's utter nonsense. He'd been that age himself and knew all too well that these young wizards would unhesitatingly push any vehicle they could control to its maximum speed, 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 looks 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 it wasn't safe on the other side!"

"That's hard to say. You could write a letter 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 that 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, right? Let's compare it with the custom-made one?" Kane casually advertised his flying broomstick.

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 really 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, you can switch between them."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. Although he already had his 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 the 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 seat. 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 Mauritius. Oh, it seems you didn’t prepare breakfast for me?” Professor Trelawney suddenly said hesitantly.

“I didn’t expect you to be back so soon, but breakfast must have been prepared. So, you met the King of Mauritius?” Dumbledore said, snapping his fingers. The invisible house-elves around him then brought out another breakfast on the long table.

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

Dumbledore wasn't sure if he should laugh, but after a long while he felt that holding back laughter wasn't good for his health, so he gave a warm, polite, and non-mocking smile: "I can tell from your expression why you came back so early. Have a meal here; there aren't many people here 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 unfamiliar friend, has your fate changed? Did the curse leave you in disgust?"

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

Why does this professor seem unusually knowledgeable?

After speaking, Professor Trelawney ignored Lupin and looked at Kane: "As for you, young 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 eyes of the Heavenly Eye..."