Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

But...would Professor McGonagall agree to give this Muggle-blooded wizard special tutoring?

Despite her unusual eagerness to improve in this area, Hermione decided to leave the classroom and wait for Professor McGonagall outside.

After all, Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor, and I am a student of Gryffindor. Shouldn't we have some connection?

Professor McGonagall saw Kane alone in the classroom, looking at her with eager eyes, but probably still thinking about his opening remarks, so she decided to ask the question for him herself.

Is there anything you don't understand that you want to ask me?

“Yes, Professor! Yes, Professor!” Kane immediately pulled out the Summoning Charms tutorial that Professor Flitwick had recommended to him from his pocket: “Professor McGonagall, I want to learn Summoning Charms, but my foundation isn’t very strong.”

Professor McGonagall sat down next to Kane and casually flipped through the book: "Hmm, it's obviously a forbidden book zone permit from Felius. It's a relatively safe spell. Although it can summon some dangerous creatures, considering your magic power as a young wizard, it's still within the safe threshold."

"I think what you don't understand is that there are many unnoteped prerequisites in this book, right?"

Kane nodded frantically.

"Two options. First, I'll work overtime here to explain all the prerequisite knowledge you don't understand, and then you'll be able to understand this book. Second, I'll give you a reading list, and you can read all those books. Once you've thoroughly understood them, learning this summoning spell will be much more efficient."

Professor McGonagall said she was also curious about these two options. Why did Kane want to learn this spell? If it was just to show off his power in front of others as quickly as possible, like in the foyer, then she would explain it to him.

While it won't make any significant progress in magic, it will certainly inspire a lot of young wizards to idolize it, and it's understandable that young wizards might want to show off a little.

However, if it's for self-improvement, then this overtime work needs to be taken seriously. Regardless of the speed, it's essential to build a solid foundation for him. Cramming and cramming should definitely be avoided. It's best to give him a reading list and let him understand the meaning himself, and then give him some pointers at the end.

Now it's up to Mr. Kane to choose.

The good news is that Mr. Kane doesn't seem to be trying to brag to his friends; he genuinely intends to improve himself.

"I'll choose the book list, Professor."

Professor McGonagall smiled, picked up a piece of parchment from the table, and wrote three book titles on it: "These are all basic books. Just read them in the order you feel like. If you don't understand anything..."

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to continue speaking, a small, silvery-white phoenix suddenly flew in through the window.

"Minerva, could you please come to my office? This is very important."

"Mr. Heath, as you heard, I have to go. Anyway, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'll answer them if I have time."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left the classroom. Hermione, who was waiting outside the classroom to catch Professor McGonagall's spawn point, saw Professor McGonagall come out and subconsciously waved.

Professor McGonagall then walked straight toward the stairwell as if she hadn't seen her at all.

“Harry, Ron, we should go eat. Hmm? Hermione? What are you doing here?” Kane came out with a book list and was about to call Harry and Ron when he saw Hermione looking like she was about to collapse. He asked her with some curiosity.

Hermione took a deep breath. Kane was a good man, so she didn't intend to hold a grudge against him. Instead, she took a lot of effort to calm herself down before asking, "What did you want with Professor McGonagall just now? Would you mind telling me?"

“Oh, some questions about Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall recommended three books to me.” Kane waved the parchment in his hand.

“Would you mind sharing with me?” Hermione said quickly. Back in the Muggle world, she was a proper middle-class person from old London, England, and she would never stoop to using other people’s educational resources.

But now that he has arrived in the magical world, he is the most important Dalit among the Dalits at Hogwarts. How can he improve if he doesn't take advantage of the Celestial Dragons' educational resources?

Fortunately, Kane, being a "Celestial Dragon," was surprisingly generous and handed the parchment to Hermione, saying, "Make a copy."

Hermione was pleasantly surprised that Kane was so easy to talk to. She quickly took out paper and pen from her pocket and started copying down the book list while leaning against the wall.

Kane, who had a moment to himself, noticed Harry and Ron playing a game of wizard chess not far away. Now that they were almost done, they put away their pieces and came over to urge him, "We need to hurry to the Great Hall, or we'll miss dinner."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Kane took the parchment Hermione handed him and headed to the Great Hall.

Seeing this, Hermione felt that such a generous Celestial Dragon was worth a little help: "I'll go to the library now, do you need me to bring the book back for you?"

Kane was immediately pleasantly surprised: "Thank you so much! Do you need me to bring you some food?"

Hermione was about to nod, but then thought better of it: "I'm not hungry."

"Thank you so much, Hermione!" Kane said, and he and Harlow ran toward the Great Hall.

Seeing this, Hermione also headed straight for the library. As for whether she was hungry or not, of course she was.

But why didn't she let Kane and the others bring her food? To be honest, she didn't know herself. Perhaps it would give people the impression that she was repaying Kane, a "Celestial Dragon," for sharing his book list with her.

Even going hungry to fetch books for Kane from the library, giving off the impression of being a lackey... she didn't like it.

"I never cared about this kind of thing before," Hermione suddenly muttered as she walked through the library.

Chapter Thirty: Not a buddy? Are you serious?

Kane in the Great Hall was completely unaware of Hermione's ulterior motives. Instead, he sat on the stool, trying whatever he saw that looked delicious, and eating a little of whatever he saw that looked good.

Eat a little on the left, a little on the right, and you'll be full in one meal.

Next, he had to go back to the common room and wait for Hermione to bring back his book. Now, his only option was to read and learn magic.

As for creating the alchemy engine...

There's no gold. As for Harry's pitiful Galleons, Hogwarts doesn't have Gringotts. Even if you melted all those Galleons down, you wouldn't get a gold nugget.

"Forget it, there's no rush anyway. At worst, I'll wait until the Christmas holidays and go to the Muggle world to continue my magic tricks and beg for alms," Kane said, sitting on the sofa in the lounge.

Just as Kane continued to wait, Harry and Ron approached: "Kane, we're going to ask Headmaster Dumbledore about the true meaning of those four words. Do you want to come along?"

"I'm still waiting for Hermione's book. You can go ahead. Give him my regards." Kane casually declined the pointless suggestion. Whenever he thought of Dumbledore's comical expression back then, he felt that he was not only stupid but also boring.

So let Harry and Ron do this boring thing themselves. Kane has already seen Hermione carrying six books walk into the common room.

Hermione placed three of the books in front of Kane: "I looked at them on the way back. These books are very detailed. Professor McGonagall's recommendation was indeed excellent."

"Hmm." Kane hummed in response, picked up one of the books, and started reading.

This is a book about how to precisely control one's imagination. For example, between two wizards of the same level, the wizard with a rich and detailed imagination will definitely be much stronger in transfiguration than the wizard with a poor imagination.

Even those with heart blindness cannot use the Transfiguration spell. It is said that in the magical world, it has a special name: the Transfiguration Squib.

What this book teaches is how to make one's imagination soar, details become more exquisite, and sustainability more sustainable.

If we had to find a benchmark, it would be similar to the methods used in the Muggle world to train the right brain.

Making yourself use your left hand more often, or listening to music, writing poetry, or looking at scenery, and refusing to become a bookworm, can all subtly improve your transformation skills.

Kane felt that this method of improvement didn't rely on talent at all, since he was that kind of person himself. Besides that, it involved the technical knowledge of Transfiguration, such as how to turn a match into a needle and then add elaborate carvings.

How to transform a table of delicacies into a dish that satisfies only the taste buds but has absolutely no calories... This case study specifically notes that it is essential to use water or air for the transformation.

Seeing this, Kane finally had some realization. The summoning spell and this method were similar in effect. For example, the former used air to shapeshift, and the food that was shaped was a real cheat meal, with no calories at all.

The latter involves using one's own magic to shapeshift. The raw materials for this shapeshifting are all abstract, but there is no doubt that using air to shapeshift is much simpler than using one's own magic. That's why Professor McGonagall included this book on the reading list.

The book was thin, and he finished reading it in about twenty minutes. Just as he was about to pick up another book after closing it, he suddenly realized that Harry and Ron had returned at some point and were looking at him with resentful expressions.

"Hmm... what happened?" Kane asked instinctively, looking at the two of them.

“We went to see Headmaster Dumbledore, but his office is guarded by a stone statue, and we couldn’t get in,” Harry said, pouting somewhat helplessly.

“I heard from the upperclassmen that you need a password to get to Dumbledore’s office. Kane, what was the password when you went there last time? Maybe Dumbledore hasn’t changed it yet.” Ron turned his attention to Kane.

"Just open the door for me when I get to those two statues," Kane said quietly, sitting on the sofa.

"Why!" Harry and Ron suddenly let out a sharp shout, startling Hermione, who was quietly reading a book not far away, and she looked at them with some displeasure.

"It can't be because you're good-looking, can it? Do those two statues even have eyes?" Harry said helplessly.

“It really does seem to have eyes,” Ron chimed in, continuing his bold speculation: “Or did you never go to Dumbledore’s office at all? You were just lying to us?”

"Am I that bored that I would go out for a stroll just to come up with some nonsense for your opening remarks?" Kane looked helplessly at Harry and Ron, who were both serious, with his half-moon eyes. The two looked at each other and then nodded.

"How about... you take us to find Dumbledore?" Harry scratched his head, thinking it was a good idea, emmm, if Dumbledore didn't have any important work to do right now.

"I'll take you there?" Kane leaned back on the sofa...

It's not entirely impossible. Going to Dumbledore now wouldn't be a complete waste of time. For example, he could ask him for some gold and then use it to create the Alchemy Engine.

Although he felt that Dumbledore was unlikely to grant him this extremely unreasonable request, he figured he might as well try his luck.

If I fail, I don't lose anything; if I succeed, I'll make a huge profit!

"Shall we go?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"go!"

The three of them left Gryffindor's common room in a flurry of activity.

Hermione sighed helplessly. The image of Kane as a magical Celestial Dragon was deeply ingrained in her mind. To have Ollivander pay her back for a custom-made wand... It was quite normal for her to be able to casually hang out with the headmaster at Hogwarts.

As for myself... I'll keep studying; reading can change my destiny.

On the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Kane and his two companions followed the glowing light of their wands toward Dumbledore's office.

Of course, Kane walked in front, while Harry and Ron followed behind, whispering to each other.

“I still think Kane is just bragging. Once we expose him, I’m going to use that as leverage to get back at him,” Ron said in a low voice, not trying to hide anything from Kane.

"What are you planning to do?" Harry asked curiously.

"Well, don't you think Kane's meatballs are delicious? So I'm planning to have Kane cover my dinners for a month. You should also think about what conditions you need." Ron then threw the topic back to Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow. What conditions could he choose?

Perhaps Kane should take his Hookie back and care for him himself? Or maybe he could go back with Kane during the Christmas holidays to apologize to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon? Although he didn't want to go back either, it was to avoid Kane inevitably becoming a homeless person during the Hogwarts holidays...

Going back is acceptable.

Kane looked at Harry and Ron behind him, speechless, as they whispered without trying to hide it from anyone: "We're here. How long are you planning to keep talking?"

Harry and Ron quickly realized what was going on, and Ron spoke first: "Oh, seriously Kane, why don't we go back now? Headmaster Dumbledore is probably asleep by now, so I'll assume you can actually get in."

Kane looked at Ron and found him genuinely interesting. He had just been asking Ron to make meatballs for him, but now he was giving him a way out. Hmm, he was a kind-hearted man.

Harry, however, looked at Kane with a serious expression: "This is the entrance to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, Kane, let's begin."

Ron looked at Harry with a surprised expression, as if to say, "Dude, are you serious?"

Kane didn't disappoint them. He glanced back at the gatekeeper statue and asked, "Don't you recognize me?"

The next moment, the two gatekeeper statues retreated to both sides with a whoosh.

Harry and Ron were even more shocked in an instant: "Not a buddy? You're serious?"

Chapter Thirty-One: Professor Quirrell

As the stone statue rattled, Kane raised an eyebrow at Harry and Ron: "Want to go in?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance: "Of course."