Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After he finished speaking, he wasn't afraid of getting burned. He reached out and grabbed another meatball, which was bulging out of his mouth, and started gnawing on it.

The others also quickly grabbed at the meatballs, eager to devour them, and in the blink of an eye, they had eaten them all up.

The group sat in Hagrid's yard, watching him use his wand, disguised as a small umbrella, to clean the cauldron and put it back in the house. For a moment, they felt a sense of peace and tranquility.

"Seriously, if I had Kane's abilities, my status in my family would skyrocket, even surpassing Ginny's."

Hagrid chuckled twice at Ron's idea, then poured cold water on it: "Then Professor Snape won't let you off the hook. Can you imagine if you turned a potion into a meatball in Potions class? Professor Snape might beat you into a meatball."

Kane, who had been enjoying the peaceful moment, suddenly looked up: "What Potions class? What does that have to do with me?"

“You…” Ron and Hagrid looked at Kane: “Of course you use a cauldron to brew potions! You didn’t know that, did you?”

Kane sat on a large rock. It is said that people inevitably laugh out loud when they are speechless.

And he actually let out that "haha" quite fittingly.

You should know that when he was kneading meatballs in the crucible just now, there was absolutely no injection of shadow; it was a form of divine inspiration from the very beginning.

And now you're telling me that we're required to use a pot in Potions class?

"What else? Potions class doesn't use a pot, but a grinder to grind you into powder and make you candy tablets? Or did you not even read your acceptance letter carefully?" Harry scratched his head, looking quite surprised.

"Probably not, Kane is Dunk—" Hagrid hadn't finished speaking when he heard Kane cough loudly.

Interrupt! You have to interrupt! Harry is now convinced that he slept under a bridge and in a garbage can before. If he finds out that it was all unfounded and gets angry, my fragile sanity will be ruined!

"Are you alright?" Hagrid asked.

"Oh, I just remembered, I need to go to the library to find a book Professor Flitwick told me about. Harry and Ron, you two come with me. Hagrid, we'll be going now, bye!"

Kane hurriedly grabbed Harry and the other two and ran away.

As for Potions class—things will work themselves out; who knows, Professor Snape might be a kind professor who is cold on the outside but loves his students on the inside?

Soon, the three arrived at the library. Kane picked up the note Professor Flitwick had given him and showed it to the librarian, Mrs. Pince. Then, leaving Harry and Ron outside, he went into the restricted section.

Hermione also went into the library. After eating and drinking her fill and completing two games of Wizard's Chess, it was time to relax and read a couple of books.

Just as she was searching for interesting books in the vast library and was about to reach a corner of the forbidden section, Mrs. Pince timely blocked her path with magic.

"The restricted area is just ahead; ordinary wizards are not allowed to enter," Mrs. Pince whispered a reminder.

Just then, Kane came out carrying a huge book of complete explanations of summoning charms, and left with Harry and Ron. They even greeted Mrs. Pince and Hermione as they passed by.

"Hi, Mrs. Pince, hi Hermione."

After exchanging greetings, the three of them walked away and left the library.

Hermione, witnessing this scene, felt suffocated by the hierarchy of the entire magical world. What could she do?

I don't know, but we can't just kill him, can we?

Back in the Gryffindor common room, the three found a corner. Harry and Ron started playing wizard chess, while Kane read the complete guide to summoning spells by himself.

After studying for a whole noon, Kane resigned himself to his fate.

Just as you can't learn English without knowing the 26 letters of the alphabet, or you can't learn chemistry without knowing the periodic table, Kane never attended a single Transfiguration class; he only studied it sporadically for a few days in Diagon Alley.

If someone could learn that, it would be a miracle.

Fortunately, the first class in the afternoon is Transfiguration, which will give him enough time to absorb the knowledge. He can also ask Professor McGonagall questions after class, so why not?

Just as Kane was enjoying the moment he learned the Summoning Charm, with a wave of his wand, the killer bees left nothing but destruction in their wake, and the toad army pressed in, leaving the enemy with not a single thread.

If I ever encounter an enemy with real power, I'll eventually hand-craft a couple of bosses to teach them a lesson.

Or perhaps his Shadow Blade wouldn't be a disadvantage either.

Emmm, speaking of Shadow Blade.

Although he can control shadows, Shadow Blade will have to wait until he finds some gold to upgrade his workbench and then does some research before he can unlock the magic.

Just like learning magic, even if you have fire elemental affinity, you can't create a Grindelwald gas stove right after you're born. You still need to develop, make money, and acquire gold, rubies, and sapphires—all of these require money.

Just then, he felt his pocket move, and Kane realized that Neville's Rafer hadn't been returned to him yet.

Neville should be in the next dorm room right now; we need to deliver it to him quickly.

Kane jogged into the boys' dormitory, returned Raffles to Neville, and then went back to the common room. As soon as he left the corridor, he bumped into Hermione.

At this moment, three parts of her eyes reflected the tenderness of a friend, three parts the mutual appreciation of being fellow academic high-achievers, four parts gratitude for the help given to her and Neville before the Sorting Ceremony, and the remaining ninety parts were pure hatred for a class enemy.

Kane watched as Hermione instinctively kept her distance from him after seeing him, as if she didn't want to see him, or perhaps seeing him gave her an urge to kill herself, but since they were still friends, she simply kept her distance, sparing her own life.

"Hiss..." Kane stroked his chin, watching Hermione's departing figure with some curiosity.

"Kane, Transfiguration class is about to start, what are you standing here for?" Harry asked curiously, looking at Kane who was standing motionless at the top of the stairs.

"It's nothing, I just don't know what's wrong with Hermione, but it shouldn't have anything to do with me. Let's go to class."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Practical Tips on Transfiguration

"My God? Kane, how do you know so much about Hogwarts? I remember you only arrived at Hogwarts yesterday, just like us. How did you know that the staircase was malfunctioning, and that there's a secret passage here that leads directly to the Transfiguration classroom?"

Harry and Ron kept asking these questions even after they went into the Transfiguration classroom.

Kane was getting annoyed by the questions. What could he say? Could he say that before you all came to Hogwarts, I had already wandered around here for a whole time, shared a bunk bed with Dumbledore, and even went to the Forbidden Forest to cut down a dryad?

You're so annoying, bro!

The classroom was packed with young wizards. Not a single one was late for Professor McGonagall's first class. The tabby cat sitting on the podium nodded imperceptibly, then suddenly leaped forward into the air and transformed into Professor McGonagall, gracefully standing in the center of the classroom.

“Very good. Not a single one of you was late for the first class, which is much better than the previous year’s students,” Professor McGonagall said calmly.

Hearing this reserved praise, the young wizards below were also a little happy. Ron relaxed a bit when he saw that Professor McGonagall was not the monstrous figure his brothers had described, who would inhumanly and equally kill all the students in all the houses as soon as she started teaching.

Then he raised his hand and asked, "What happened to the young wizards from the previous year?"

"In the end, they moved up to the second year, and not only were they late for their first class, but a student also interrupted me, so I deducted two points from Slytherin's score that year," Professor McGonagall said calmly.

"Um???"

Ron had a sudden feeling that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall has now spoken up: "Just like now, Mr. Weasley, because you interrupted and disrupted the class, Gryffindor, four points deducted."

In an instant, the entire Gryffindor fell silent, as listless as a quail, and the other houses that shared classes with Gryffindor also quickly shrank back.

Professor McGonagall is ruthless when it comes to deducting points; it's terrifying.

Normally, Professor McGonagall wouldn't lose points for such a small thing as responding to a question. However, since it was the first class, Professor McGonagall was eager to establish her authority in front of these young wizards, and Ron, oblivious to the danger, joined in.

That was also a bad idea.

However, these things are relative. It wasn't a good outcome for Ron, but it was fantastic for Professor McGonagall to establish her authority. Looking at the little wizards below, who were like quails, she nodded in satisfaction and began to deliver her usual opening remarks for this class.

"The Transfiguration you learn in this classroom will be the most sophisticated and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts over the next seven years. Therefore, I need you to follow my instructions 100% in class and absolutely prevent any behavior like a little wizard's sudden tremor, because that could really cost you your life."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she took a matchstick from the podium: "I've said what I needed to say. Now it's time for me to test whether you've prepared before the start of the semester. Turn a matchstick into a needle. It's a very simple trick."

"Of course, it's okay if you fail. I'll go through it all over again later. Don't worry, you won't miss any points in my class."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she waved her wand, and matches from the matchbox flew onto the desks of each young wizard.

"This is just a test, not an exam. There's no need to feel pressured. Just do your best."

Kane felt a rare sense of calm listening to Professor McGonagall's teaching style, which combined harsh words with sweet words.

After all, such a precise and efficient teaching method must belong to a professor who is experienced and knowledgeable. The chances of getting nowhere by asking Professor McGonagall after class are greatly reduced.

After feeling a bit more at ease, he took out his wand. The Transfiguration spells he had practiced before were very basic, mostly involving chanting incantations and then visualizing the shape of the object to be transformed.

The more complex the form, the greater the difference from the original form, and the more difficult the transformation becomes. However, these factors do not pose a significant challenge to Kane.

Firstly, he genuinely felt he was quite talented, and secondly, because of the shadows, his magic was stronger than that of other young wizards.

Secondly, turning a matchstick into a needle... is that really a challenge for imagination?

Sure enough, as the wand inlaid with a gem flashed for a moment, the matchstick on the table had turned into a glittering silver needle.

"Not a guy? How did you do that?" Ron, sitting next to Kane, looked at Kane's finished work with some surprise, then looked at the matchstick in front of him that hadn't changed much.

“Perhaps you could consider getting a different wand? I mean it,” Kane said quietly.

"Don't even mention it, where would I get the money?" Ron sighed wryly.

Harry Potter, standing nearby, was eager to try it out; he really needed to gain warm friendships through the cold Galleons!

However, he quickly became well-behaved again, because Professor McGonagall walked over, looked at the silver needles on Kane's desk, nodded in satisfaction, and then reached out to pat his head.

"Mr. Cairnheath of Gryffindor was the first to complete the transformation. Gryffindor, add five points."

Kane raised an eyebrow. First deducting points, then adding them, you only gained one point in total? As expected of you, Professor McGonagall.

Compared to the young wizard from the neighboring Ravenclaw school who successfully transformed, although he didn't get the first-place bonus, he still gained four points. Gryffindor lost three points overall.

"Honestly, Professor McGonagall is selfless, but isn't she a little too selfless?" Ron muttered to Kane and Harry as he leaned on the table.

"Perhaps Mr. Weasley, you should not only change your wand, but also your mouth." Professor McGonagall appeared behind Ron at some point, staring at him intently.

"Oh, I see, Professor." Ron quickly sat up straight and meticulously used his wand to cast a spell on the match, which then lit up.

Professor McGonagall extinguished the fire in the blink of an eye, then handed Ron a new match: "Two points deducted from Gryffindor."

Suddenly, more complaints arose from Gryffindor. They had all found a reasonable and appropriate outlet for their venting: sighs, helpless cries, and complaints. The pressure of legality and compliance weighed on Ron.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, breaking the tension. After surveying the area, she concluded that those who could successfully transform had already succeeded, while those who couldn't would struggle even with another day and night. Ultimately, they would still need her, the professor, to impart knowledge and resolve their doubts.

Kane finally sat up straight; the valuable information he had been waiting for was finally here.

Chapter Twenty-Nine? ? ? I've become a Celestial Dragon again?

Professor McGonagall's teaching style is very smooth; she lets knowledge, like a long, wet bar of soap, drill into your head, and even the dumbest wizard will unconsciously listen.

However, whether one can understand and apply what they hear is beyond Professor McGonagall's control.

Fortunately, Kane's little brain was still quite sharp. From the moment Professor McGonagall started lecturing, he had been diligently absorbing and understanding the knowledge, and even his sanity had improved somewhat.

By the time get out of class ended, all the other young wizards had already left, but Kane remained in the classroom.

Harry and Ron immediately understood his familiar starting gesture and leisurely went to wait for him in the corridor outside the classroom. They weren't worried about missing dinner; they could just pick up some trash at Hogwarts and have Kane make meatballs for them with a cauldron.

Hermione saw that Kane was clearly staying in the classroom to get extra help from Professor McGonagall. Someone more talented and from a better family than her was working harder than her, so she naturally couldn't slack off in the slightest.