Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

As a huge and intricate shadowy tongue swept away the tattered robe, even the last trace of the Dementor vanished.

The Dementor witnessing this scene felt as if it had just gone from a feast to a plain steamed bun, and then from a plain steamed bun to a monster that eats Dementors...

This scene was too extreme for a pure, innocent, and powerless Dementor like himself.

Go check out other delicacies; at least they won't suddenly grow a huge mouth and chew up one of their own kind, licking away even the last piece of clothing.

The Slytherin wizards, who were already terrified by the Dementors that suddenly broke through the window, were completely bewildered to find that now all the Dementors were looking at them. They sighed inwardly, realizing that they had discovered a less-than-pleasant truth.

Holy crap...it's over?

In an instant, a scream that sounded inhuman rang out in the carriage. Kane shoved Luna into the far corner of the carriage and then took out the pocket watch he had dug up from the grave.

The book says that it takes three seconds for a Dementor to lock onto its target and begin sucking its soul, so you need to wait two seconds.

Thump...thump...

Alright, now's the time. If we don't act now, some little wizards will really get hurt.

As countless shadow tentacles rose from beneath Kane's feet, one after another coiled around the necks of the Dementors. Then, the tentacles suddenly began to disintegrate, revealing long, thin mouths filled with sharp teeth that engulfed and devoured the Dementors.

About a second later, Kane had cleared out every single Dementor from the entire carriage.

"Alright, the Ministry of Magic is truly terrifying. Sending Dementors from Azkaban to Hogwarts is inhuman." In the end, Kane pulled Luna away from this troublesome place. He hadn't forgotten his purpose in coming here, which was mainly to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic.

Luna nodded in agreement: "Dementors are truly terrifying."

As the two left the carriage, one of the Slytherin wizards, already drenched in sweat, plopped down on the ground.

"Kane is truly terrifying."

Chapter 177 The Champagne Opening at Halftime

After leaving the carriage, Kane took out an exquisite glasses case from his hat, inside which were Luna's anti-demon glasses.

"Here you go, it helped me a lot."

Luna took the glasses and put them on her face: "That's good."

And so, because Ginny needed to return to Hogwarts later, Luna, who had no friends, was taken in by Kane and put in his carriage.

Lupin had previously thought Kane had left the carriage to commit murder and arson, and he was seriously troubled by it for a long time. Now that he knew Kane had gone to see a friend, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already evening when the Hogwarts Express finally stopped at the Hogsmeade Village train station. It is said that young wizards in their second year and above do not need to take a small boat to return to Hogwarts, but rather a horse-drawn carriage.

This was actually the first time Kane and his friends had ever ridden in a carriage. The last time they rode flying broomsticks back to Hogwarts ahead of time, and the time before that, they were still first-year students.

Following the flow of people, they found a long line of carriages parked at the edge of the woods. The carriages were spacious, and the shock-absorbing springs in the tires were very comfortable. The only problem was...

"Ugh, what an ugly horse," Kane commented, frowning.

“This is a Thestral,” Luna explained.

Harry: "Those two have gone crazy again, haven't they?"

"Maybe? They say people with similar brainwaves resonate when they get together," Ron said quietly.

Hermione, being a studious girl, was clearly much better than the other two. She had actually read about Thestrals in the books; it was said that only those who had witnessed and understood death could see Thestrals...

Thinking about this, she finally remembered something very important... she had to ask Kane.

Soon, Kane, who had been curiously observing the Thestrals, was suddenly tugged at by Hermione. Turning around, he saw Hermione's very serious little face: "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Hmm? Let me think... I only rendered the circus people unable to resist. The only one who was truly beyond dead was Quirrell, and he died because of me. But I didn't intend to kill him; I just wanted to banish him... That's all."

Kane first asked in confusion, then, seeing Hermione's serious and earnest expression, he omitted the abstract little skit about the Eternal Realm and answered with his experience in the real world.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Kane seemed fine: "You weren't scared, were you?"

"It's actually not bad. A few pieces of chocolate will do the trick if you get scared." Kane shrugged and sat down in the carriage, then Harry and Ron followed. Overall, it was a bit cramped.

Hermione and Luna rode in another Thestral carriage, clattering all the way back to Hogwarts.

At this very moment, the black-robed Dementors still roam the sky. Normally, people should be able to see a sky full of stars and a bright moon at this time, but now there are only endless dark clouds.

All the young wizards who witnessed this scene had only one thought... The Ministry of Magic has done all sorts of bad things.

Of course, aside from Slytherin, they have now discovered something truly terrifying.

Compared to the manageable danger of the terrifying Dementors infiltrating Hogwarts, they discovered a far more horrifying truth.

A creature that looks like a human but is clearly not human has been living under the same roof as them at Hogwarts for two years...

Mom! I want to transfer schools!

Clearly, Kane's plan didn't seem to be very useful, because these pure-blood wizards were more interested in escaping Hogwarts, this den of evil, than writing letters to their parents to cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, no one should have succeeded.

Unlike the second year, the third-year wizards automatically received a course selection form as soon as they entered Hogwarts.

Kane naturally drew the divination lesson on it first, and then fell silent.

Well, although I'm not really interested in the Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid is my good friend, and I definitely have to support him since it's his first time teaching.

Even in the Magical Creatures class, you have to draw.

Ron, standing to the side, looked at Kane and Harry's course selection forms with some confusion. He wondered why these two, who usually avoided books about magical creatures in the library, would choose to take a course on magical creatures.

Kane and Harry exchanged a glance and raised their eyebrows. Since there were no elective courses in the first week of their third year back at school, they had a week to figure out what courses they should take.

So the two of them weren't in a hurry to say it, since Dumbledore would definitely announce the good news of Hagrid becoming a professor later.

Sure enough, when Hagrid walked into the Great Hall wearing the solemn robe that Kane had given him, Ron almost spat out his milk tea.

It's not that the clothes are funny or ill-fitting...

Hagrid looks incredibly robust and valiant in this outfit; the only problem is that his face and body seem to be on completely different levels, making people want to laugh without even realizing it.

He looked like a 40K Smurf, but with his head covered by sunglasses, singing about the other side of the mountains and the other side of the sea, and then suddenly he was about to send someone flying.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sight: "Seriously Kane, you shouldn't just buy Hagrid clothes, you should find someone to fix his face."

Kane was also embarrassed. What could he say? This was a modeling problem, and it couldn't be fixed.

Of course, it wasn't just Kane and his group who were surprised by Hagrid's strange attire; almost everyone who knew Hagrid was completely baffled, wondering if he had pulled some kind of trick up his sleeve again.

After the Sorting Ceremony ended, Dumbledore announced two personnel changes for the new semester, one of which was Hagrid becoming the new Professor of Magical Creatures. Only then did they understand what was going on with Hagrid.

As for the second one, Lupin did not enter the auditorium yet because he was still searching for something outside.

At this moment, Snape slowly straightened his collar, his hair was combed like an adult's, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

It's no wonder he put in such a good effort; Dumbledore had written him a letter right before the holidays started.

Prepare him for what happens when he's taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Dumbledore's idea at the time was that if Kane's plan failed and Lupin was unable to be freed from the werewolf curse, then Snape would be responsible for brewing the wolfsbane potion.

However, Dumbledore clearly didn't finish his sentence, leading Snape to believe that he would finally be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester.

It's time to show these monstrous little wizards what real dark magic is, and what true defense against the dark magic is.

Thinking of this, Snape couldn't help but take out a bottle of champagne he had brought from home from his pocket, pop it open, pour himself a glass, and slowly savor it.

Finally, Dumbledore spoke up: "And then there's our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the new term."

Snape quickly downed the champagne, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and straightened his clothes, ready to stand up and give an elegant nod in greeting.

"Rems Lupin!"

Chapter 178 Troublesome Matters?

Snape: "???"

He stared blankly at Dumbledore, who was leading the applause, and Lupin, who had already entered the Great Hall.

Wait a minute, this isn't what we agreed on!

Dumbledore also noticed Snape's surprised gaze and looked over without any attempt to hide it.

Looking into those old, pure, and innocent eyes, Snape wondered for a moment if he had misunderstood.

However, he quickly realized that he had not misunderstood, but that old man Dumbledore was deliberately leaving things unsaid.

After all, they lived under the same roof as Dumbledore, first as students and then as colleagues. Everyone knew each other. The old man just liked to mess with people's minds to show off his intelligence.

Of course, perhaps Snape's last point was a case of thinking badly of Dumbledore, but at this point...

Dumbledore is as bad as he could possibly be; he deserves to be said that way!

Lupin slowly walked to the front of the Great Hall, stood in the professor's seat, bowed slowly to the young wizards, and then sat down in the professor's seat that Dumbledore had reserved for him.

He even leaned forward and nodded politely to Snape over Dumbledore, trying to break the ice between them with this initiative.

However, it's clear that this attempt to break the ice was viewed negatively by Snape...

A blatant provocation! A blatant provocation! How dare he! How dare he!

No, this person can't stay at Hogwarts. Lupin has ten defeats, while I have ten victories. Lupin is a werewolf, while I am not. Lupin and Sirius Black, who is currently defecting, are friends, while I am his enemy. Lupin's social status is low, while I am at the very top of the pyramid. Lupin isn't an expert in potions, while I am. Lupin has a mustache, while I have a clean-shaven face...

In the end, Snape felt his brain go blank during the brainstorming session, and all sorts of random reasons had been crammed into his head.

So, are these reasons really enough to convince Dumbledore? Surely they are?

It's not that it's impossible, but it's not that there's no way. Hmph, isn't Lupin a werewolf? So, I...

"What do you mean Lupin's werewolf curse was cured by Kane?" Snape asked mercilessly, standing in the headmaster's office and looking at Dumbledore, who sat calmly opposite him.

"Things aren't easy to understand, but that's the truth." Dumbledore tilted his shoulders and shrugged.

"If you don't believe me, you can go to Remus's office on the night of the full moon and take a look."

"Hmph, your suggestion reminds me of something unpleasant from the past," Snape said with a sneer.

“I agree.” Dumbledore said, then looked at Snape. “So, what are you going to do next with Remus’s werewolf identity?”

"Hmph, who knows if it was really cured or just a smokescreen? Besides, Kane... definitely hadn't even become a third-year wizard yet at that time?" Snape said with a sneer.

“You know he’s a special little wizard, and now that you mention it, I’ve remembered that I should find some time to have a good heart-to-heart talk with him.”

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Snape immediately added with a cold laugh: "So, all the young wizards at Hogwarts have been suffering under Kane's thumb for a long time, and now you, the headmaster, are finally going to cure his cross-dressing fetish?"

Dumbledore slowly tilted his head back at Snape, instinctively wanting to defend Kane, but he quickly realized that for someone like Snape, seeing is believing. So he shrugged, not saying much, though he didn't elaborate on the reasons but still gave the result.