Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

The three of them kept walking up the steps until they reached the actual door of the principal's office, where they stopped and sat down in a row on the steps.

Because a buzzing or chattering sound was coming from inside the door behind them, as if someone was arguing about something, but the soundproofing spell on the door had turned it into this buzzing sound.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door from the inside, turned around and said seriously to Dumbledore, who was sitting in a chair, "You will regret this one day."

Dumbledore's voice echoed softly: "Minerva, I am the headmaster."

Professor McGonagall seemed furious, but as soon as she turned around, she saw Kane and his two companions sitting in a row on the stairs. She took a deep breath, walked around them, and left.

"I'm starting to regret coming here," Ron said quietly. Who knew that coming here would lead to the principal and his own dean arguing about something so trivial? The three of them had just walked right into the line of fire.

However, the angry version of Dumbledore they expected did not appear. Instead, a calm voice said, "Oh, it's the three of you. What's the matter?"

Kane stood up and patted his butt: "What were you and Professor McGonagall arguing about so loudly just now?"

"It's because of a special professor, but don't worry, everything is under control." Dumbledore smiled. "Now let's get back to our question. Who are the three of you?"

“Harry and Ron want to ask you about the meaning of that opening line.” Kane, seeing Harry and Ron behaving like quails, helped them ask the question.

"Actually, it doesn't really mean anything. If you ask your upperclassmen, you'll find that the opening remarks are different every year, just like the Sorting Hat's song," Dumbledore patiently explained.

"Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, we understand. We'll be leaving now." Harry and Ron stood up obediently, greeted Dumbledore, and prepared to leave.

Kane, however, still had something to say and was making a hasty decision: "Do you have any bright, shiny gold here?"

“You need something? Oh, I think I know what you want to do. But unfortunately, although I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, most of my money is donated to the Hogwarts Orphanage. It may not be a good idea for you to come to me,” Dumbledore said, shaking his head.

“Well, looks like that fund is under pressure?” Kane said.

"That's right. Because of Voldemort, the number of orphan students at Hogwarts has remained high in recent years. Pure-blood families would rather spend hundreds of gallons to buy a magical work of art than give an orphan wizard the opportunity to wear a brand new robe."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane and Harry didn't seem to feel anything, but Ron suddenly shuddered. However, when he saw that it was Dumbledore who had said those words, he was relieved.

No matter how powerful and terrifying Voldemort was, he had been missing for so long, and Dumbledore was right there at Hogwarts. How could he still be operating right under Dumbledore's nose?

joke!

"Alright, hopefully those pure-blood families can turn over a new leaf soon. We'll be going now." Kane said, about to leave with Harry and Ron, his movements so smooth it seemed he had only come here to bother Dumbledore before bed.

"By the way, tomorrow morning is Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think you should go to bed early and make a good impression on your Professor Quirrell," Dumbledore reminded you.

"no problem."

Kane and his two companions quickly returned to the Gryffindor common room, arriving just one minute before curfew.

The moment the three returned to their dormitory, Harry and Ron could no longer hold back: "Why?"

"How did you get into Headmaster Dumbledore's office?"

"And why do you seem so familiar with him?"

Kane sat on the bed, trying to keep his cheekbones relaxed: "I didn't tell you before, but it was Dumbledore who delivered my acceptance letter?"

Harry and Ron fell silent for a moment. Just like the relatively small number of Muggle wizards at Hogwarts, there weren't many times when the professors needed to pick them up in person.

On the rare occasions when such events occur, a special bond develops between the professor and the young wizard.

Just as parents bring their children into the world, the relationship between a young wizard and a parent who brings the wizard into the magical world for the first time will not be too distant. At least before the Sorting Ceremony, they will maintain a relatively reserved relationship.

If, during the Sorting Ceremony, the young wizard is assigned to the same house as a professor, then the young wizard will have a status similar to that of a direct descendant, and may even leave behind a touching and beautiful story of mentor and student in the history of Hogwarts.

Of course, if the students are in different houses, the relationship will be better than usual. When professors pick on a student, they will deliberately avoid that student. However, if the professor is particularly rude, then that's another story.

"If the person who first introduced me to the wizarding world was someone like Professor Dumbledore... hmph... hehe... hehehehe..."

Kane and Harry just watched as Ron started daydreaming.

This child is a bit silly. Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep first.

The next day, the three of them arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts class early. Just from the name, with both dark magic and defense techniques, you could tell that this course was going to be packed with valuable information.

A little while later, the other young wizards from Gryffindor also came in. They looked at Kane and his two companions, who were already sitting in the first row, with somewhat strange expressions.

Logically speaking, all three of them were quite popular, so why didn't anyone remind them about Professor Quirrell?

The three of them exchanged glances, and then said in unison, "I thought you had already said that."

Should we remind them to sit in the back?

"Hmm, let's not do it. Look at the way Kane is looking at us, it's weird."

Kane was indeed looking at them strangely. Why did they specifically mention that you should sit at the back of Professor Quirrell's class?

And it wasn't just them; Dumbledore also mentioned going to bed early last night to give Professor Quirrell a good impression.

Could it be that Professor Quirrell is the strictest professor among all the young wizards at Hogwarts, the kind of ruthless character who deducts points at the slightest provocation?

But he wasn't afraid. He figured, "So what if I lose points? It won't cost me money."

Just as he was embracing this childish idea, an overly authoritative smell of garlic wafted into the classroom from outside.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Potions Class... It's Here After All

“I smell an extremely strong odor,” Kane said, frowning as he spoke to Harry and Ron.

“We smelled it too,” Harry and Ron replied through gritted teeth. They now understood why the classmates who came in later had looked at them with such strange expressions when they saw the three of them sitting in the front.

so...

Why didn't anyone remind them?

"Hello everyone, I am, yes, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You can call me Quirrell~"

Kane's lips twitched as he watched Professor Quirrell stammeringly introduce himself before picking up the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and starting to read from the first page.

It was a complete recitation of the text, starting with the author's introduction and going on for the entire lesson!

With the last ten minutes of the class approaching, perhaps Quirrell was feeling a bit tired after teaching for the entire period, so he simply let the students take out their wands and practice the spells that interested them.

Meanwhile, he was on the podium, boasting about himself.

Kane was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Listening to Professor Quirrell's lecture had somewhat affected his mental state, and he felt he would have to sleep with a flower wreath tonight.

boom!

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with this guy?” Maxwell suddenly appeared in front of Kane, his hands on the table and his chin pointing toward Quirrell.

"What insightful opinion do you have?" Kane asked curiously, leaning back in his chair.

"I feel that he is very similar to me, extremely similar. We are both pitiful figures who were seduced by power and ultimately became puppets."

"The difference is that what lured me was the Shadow Codex, and I eventually became the king of the Eternal Realm. But as for him, I don't know what lured him, but I can clearly see his life force being continuously drained away."

"Perhaps he won't live past next winter," Maxwell said with a sarcastic tone.

"So Professor Quirrell has inside information that we don't know. What did Dumbledore mean by what he said last night? Was he trying to make a good impression on Quirrell?"

"Does he mean for me to draw Quirrell's attention?" Kane suddenly realized.

“I don’t like that old man. I can’t see through him, but if I stood in front of him, I feel like he could see through me.” Maxwell tapped the table in front of Kane with his finger.

"So, are you going to do that?"

Kane raised an eyebrow: "A request from a lonely old man is nothing to me, why not?"

Soon, the bell rang, and Harry and Ron quickly left the classroom, turning to look at Kane, who was dawdling.

It was one thing for you to ask questions after class, like Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall, but with Professor Quirrell today, there's absolutely no need for you to ask him any questions.

In other words, they were finally able to have a hot lunch.

However, to their surprise, Kane, still clutching his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, resolutely walked towards Professor Quirrell, who was packing his things.

"My God." Ron frowned as he watched this scene.

"What's the difference between this and eating shit?" Harry was also completely shocked by this scene.

Not only Harry and Ron, but almost all the young wizards in the classroom were shocked by Kane's current actions.

Not a buddy? Do you have a penchant for eccentricities?

Hermione watched this scene and smelled the imposing aura in the air. For the first time, she felt that Kane's actions were indeed worthy of his status as a magical Celestial Dragon.

Professor Quirrell, who only knows how to recite from the book and is adept at marinating himself in dead man's oil and garlic, is the kind of person you'd ask questions to...

Being a Celestial Dragon is tough, and learning defensive techniques is even harder!

The astonishment wasn't limited to the young wizards; Professor Quirrell himself was equally surprised.

After all, given his teaching level, he was honestly quite self-aware; he never imagined that a young wizard would come to him with questions.

But right now there really is such a little wizard, holding a textbook in his arms, looking at me with sparkling eyes full of curiosity. It would be even better if he didn't have those dark circles under his eyes.

"You...you have a problem?" Quirrell asked softly.

"Of course, Professor, you've only talked about specific solutions for dark creatures within the textbook's ten pages for the past fifty minutes. What I want to ask is, is there a universal solution?" Kane subtly stopped breathing through his nose and took the opportunity to breathe while speaking, so he wouldn't have to smell that eerie garlic odor.

"Omnipotent? Of course, of course there is an omnipotent method. This was originally supposed to be... knowledge for you after Halloween, but since you asked, I will teach you."

Professor Quirrell picked up a pen and paper, wrote down a spell, and handed it to Kane: "This spell isn't in the book. It's very, very simple. It doesn't require any special hand gestures, so it's perfect for practicing... Silent magic. It's called the Knockback Spell, but that's just a name. It's essentially a damage spell, except it has a knockback attribute."

Kane folded the parchment and put it in his pocket: "If I don't understand something, can I ask you?"

Professor Quirrell's expression grew even more delighted: "I believe that a clever little wizard like you will quickly figure out this spell, but if you need my help, feel free to come to me."

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell." Kane waved politely to Quirrell and quickly left, as he was starting to feel breathless if he didn't leave soon.

Now, even a plain white steamed bun tastes like garlic bread to him.

"You've made contact with Quirrell. What's next? Go tell Dumbledore?" Maxwell asked, appearing beside Kane.

“Otherwise, wouldn’t I have wasted all that time smelling garlic? If I really wanted to know about this curse, wouldn’t it have been better to ask another professor?” Kane patted the parchment in his pocket and raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Aren't you afraid of danger?" Maxwell chuckled and disappeared.

"Danger? I came from the Eternal Realm after being kissed by Miss Charlie, I can't afford to lose face." Kane rolled his eyes and walked straight out of the classroom.

Harry and Ron sniffed him up: "If a dragon were to eat Hagrid, it would just sniff you after eating half of him to cleanse its palate."

"The clothes will self-clean in a little while. By the way, there should still be lunch left, right?"

The three of them exchanged a glance.

Thump...thump......thump.........

"The meatballs are ready, you can eat them now."