Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After all, for the Eternal Realm, reviving a person is as simple as waking up in the morning and boiling an egg.

The only one who was a little upset was Harry.

"Why did you have to be the one to kill me? It's like you're the one who can kill me one-on-one." Harry looked at Kane with some helplessness, unable to stop grumbling.

"Dumbledore didn't confiscate your wand, so you can pull out your wand and cast the Killing Curse on me, just like an American duel. You can even rummage through the Black family's basement; you might find some 17th-century flintlock guns or something."

As Kane spoke, he pulled down the lever of Maxwell's Gate.

“In short, once you’ve died in there, or maybe twice, then Tom’s Horcrux will be left with…” Kane said, looking at Dumbledore.

"So you found the Soul Lamp?" Kane asked Dumbledore.

“Didn’t you see the cup I used at dinner? It’s obvious that Tom’s soul inside has vanished,” Dumbledore explained.

"Hmm, steamed clams." Kane said, stepping into the Eternal Realm.

Returning to that familiar yet eerie wilderness, he felt a strange sense of peace amidst the eeriness.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at the Maxwell Gate in front of him.

Soon, Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Harry came out of the door.

The person guarding outside the door should be Grindelwald.

Dumbledore's personality probably meant he wouldn't dare leave Maxwell's Door alone in the outside world. What if some unsuspecting wizard just pulled the lever shut?

As Kane spoke, he took out the Rebirth Amulet inlaid with a ruby ​​from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore for safekeeping.

After all, the principle of the Avada Kedavra curse is to expel the soul from the body, rather than to destroy the soul directly.

So if Tom's soul were to be the first to leave Harry's body, allowing him to use the Rebirth Amulet to be reborn first, that would be a real mess.

Soon, he was standing opposite Harry. Seeing Harry standing there dumbfounded, he asked, somewhat bored, "Aren't you going to pull out your wand and put up a little resistance with me?"

Harry glared angrily at Kane: "What's the point? What if you can't kill me even if I fight you?"

Dumbledore coughed twice and slowly said, "Actually, it's quite useful, Harry. If you don't use a spell to achieve a delicate balance with Kane's Killing Curse, then the Killing Curse really is a Killing Curse, instead of a banishing spell for Tom."

Harry listened for a while, and although he didn't know the principle behind it, he thought it was very impressive. So he took out his wand, took a deep breath, and decided to show Kane his incredible skill of using Exorcism to clash with Avada Kedavra.

At that moment, Kane, standing opposite him, asked, "Ready?"

“Ready,” Harry replied.

"Then you can go first," Kane continued.

"You said it yourself, a weapon to eliminate you!"

Hearing Kane's dismissive tone, Harry felt both delighted and furious.

He was furious that Kane had underestimated him, but for a fleeting moment he felt a slight sense of relief that if Kane was indeed underestimating him, then he might actually have a chance to catch him off guard.

Although the ending was still predetermined, after all, his purpose in coming here was to be killed by Kane once.

But at least he was able to defeat Kane fair and square once, and he wouldn't always be mocked by him and Ron for the embarrassing incident of being one-on-one killed by Malfoy.

Unfortunately, in the end, although Harry's spell was cast early enough, it still wasn't early enough.

Along with the red light of Expel the Weapon, bursting forth from the wand was Kane's yew phoenix feather wand from Tom Riddle. As green magic surged from the tip of the wand, it echoed Harry's wand, slowly condensing into a Flashback Charm.

Upon seeing this, Kane instinctively increased his magic output.

In an instant, a scalding heat came from the wand in my hand, followed by the hissing sound of burning wood.

The suddenly amplified Killing Curse overwhelmed the illusory light barrier of the Flashback Curse, slamming directly onto Harry's head.

Harry's body went limp as he lay down on the soft cushion that had been prepared beforehand.

Kane also casually tossed aside Voldemort's wand, which was charred and ruined, and had blossomed into six petals from the middle.

Then he took out a cigar-shaped object from his pocket, put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and gently blew, exhaling colorful bubbles from the cigar mouthpiece.

To be honest, this stuff is pretty good. It's perfect for people who want to appear sophisticated but don't smoke.

Kane removed the cigar-shaped bubble wand from his lips, sighing inwardly.

Chapter 417 Finding something to eat before dark

After putting away the bubble wand, Kane looked over at Harry, who was lying on the cushion.

A helpless soul wearing round-framed glasses, with a speechless expression and half-moon-shaped eyes, slowly floated out of Harry's body.

Harry's body, which should have turned to bones, remained lying there obediently. Clearly, it was Harry who had died, and everyone already knew who the soul remaining within him was.

"By the way, Dumbledore, have you ever looked into when Voldemort's Horcrux was first separated? I've only fought against the fragments of his soul when he was in fifth grade and right after his resurrection," Kane suddenly asked.

“I think he should still have a nose at that time, so it shouldn’t be too outrageous. I think it should be okay to hand him over to you, right?” Dumbledore said to Kane.

"No, no, no, Dumbledore, you know me. I'm always extremely cautious. I would never duel without a suitable arena where everyone is on my side. Wait a minute."

Kane was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered something exciting. He looked at the ground beneath his feet, stroked his chin, and quickly said...

"Please make sure you give me this task."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and four shadows of varying degrees attacked from Dumbledore and his companions' blind spots, then engulfed them and Maxwell's Gate into four unbreakable cocoons.

Sirius and Harry were initially startled, but they quickly realized that the cocoon did not impede their movement or vision.

According to Kane, the purpose of this cocoon was simply to prevent Voldemort from seeing them when he woke up later.

After explaining, he glanced at Harry: "By the way, your Occlumency has been active the whole time, right? Is it possible that Voldemort's soul sensed what we were just doing?"

Harry, who had just been freed from his soul state and returned to the world of the living thanks to the Rebirth Amulet, shook his head: "I've been using it ever since I learned it."

Kane nodded: "Then there's no problem."

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers lightly. With a crisp snap, Harry's corpse lying on the soft couch suddenly changed appearance.

Dumbledore could tell that it was a young Fortune, Tom Riddle, who was about 20 years old at the time, with a nose, and was both literate and martial, and very handsome.

Then came a faint groan. As soon as Voldemort opened his eyes, he saw that familiar figure before him.

He recognized the figure in Harry's memory. His name seemed to be Kane. Kane looked at him with a half-smile and slowly said, "Old friend, you're not in a particularly good state right now. Here's a piece of advice: find something to eat before dark."

"What do you mean?" Voldemort had just asked in a barely audible voice when Kane snapped his fingers again. A dark shadow enveloped him in a cocoon that was difficult for outsiders to see through, concealing him as well. Kane then stood next to Harry, smiling as he looked at the bewildered Voldemort who had just woken up.

"Why not just kill him? Why wake him up?" Sirius asked, somewhat surprised.

“If nothing unexpected happens, he probably won’t live more than three days here. If he’s lucky, he might die tonight. Why don’t we stay here and have some fun?” Kane replied with a laugh.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Isn't this world like an amusement park? The kind where you can come back to life after you die, a fantasy world without any pressure?" Sirius frowned, asking with some surprise.

To be honest, he didn't quite believe what Kane said, after all, he had been reborn in this world before.

Furthermore, he didn't believe that a dark magic giant like Voldemort, who had threatened the wizarding world for decades across two eras, couldn't even survive three days in this world.

Kane saw the distrust in Sirius's eyes and rolled his eyes at him without hesitation: "Don't give me that rude look beforehand, just keep reading. Anyway, there's quite a difference between time here and real time. If Voldemort's luck is really bad, we might still make it back in time for supper."

Unlike Kane, who was chatting relaxedly in the shadows, Voldemort, who had just escaped the shackles of Occlumency and arrived in this world, looked at the bizarre scene before him with some confusion.

It was quiet, with a gentle breeze, a pleasant temperature, blue skies, blue water, green grass, and trees in the distance.

It was clearly a perfectly normal environment suitable for human habitation, yet it strangely gave him a creepy feeling.

Simply put, the feeling was just too perfect, like a cage specially made for him. And what was that person's name again? Kane, yes, that's the name. What did Kane mean by telling him to find something to eat before dark?

Right, it should be the literal meaning.

After all, people will die if they don't eat, and even the most powerful and greatest dark wizard in history cannot defy this fundamental human code.

So, did that little wizard really think he would be trapped by such a ridiculous scenario? Or did he think that he, Voldemort, would obediently follow the script he had written and act out a play for his amusement?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

The next moment, Voldemort used Apparition, trying to leave this hellish place as quickly as possible. However, it was clearly a failure, a complete and utter failure. This time, he couldn't even create a clone, a common trick for beginners; he didn't change at all, as if he had become a Muggle and couldn't use magic.

However, that was impossible. He could still clearly feel the magic within his body boiling and surging, so perhaps this godforsaken place was like Dumbledore's Hogwarts, with an Apparition restriction.

Realizing this, Voldemort decided to use a less efficient method, such as his self-created flight spell. As he silently chanted the flight spell in his mind, he would normally burst into black smoke and then take off.

Unfortunately, poor Mr. Flemer remained standing there like a horse in a tower, completely at a loss.

Clearly, neither of his spells had worked. Surely this godforsaken place had not only an apparition barrier but also a no-fly spell?

I had never heard of such outrageous magic before, nor had I ever seen it in any magic books.

Therefore, the possibility of a no-fly spell is unlikely. However, after realizing this, Voldemort had an even more chilling thought.

This godforsaken place probably bans the use of magic altogether, right?

Chapter 417 Kane is a remarkable person

Theoretically speaking, the Eternal Realm does not prohibit the use of magic. On the contrary, it is a realm rich in magic. At least in Kane's perception, the concentration of magic here is higher than that in the real world.

Unfortunately, the theory is now in Kane's hands. After all, Kane is a complete outsider and the former Shadow Toilet Lord of the Eternal Realm. The Eternal Realm certainly knows whose side to take.

Sure enough, Voldemort spent nearly half an hour inside before finally discovering that he did indeed possess magic, but he was now like a faucet with its valve completely welded shut, possessing magic but unable to use it, like a dud.

Just as he was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue the experiment, a strange gurgling sound brought him back to reality. Clearly, his still-mortal body was beginning to feel hungry.

"What's going on?" Sirius, hidden in the shadows, looked at Voldemort's series of perplexing actions and asked Kane with some surprise, "So you can stop the flow of magic within the people of this world?"

Kane shook his head: "I didn't seal Voldemort's magic. I just asked the world to erase all the magic Voldemort used."

Sirius felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. To be honest, the feeling of controlling the entire world and erasing all the magic it used seemed even more terrifying.

He now believed what Kane had said before: Voldemort might really not live more than three days in this world, as long as Kane gently pushed things along.

But after he urged him, Kane casually shook his head.

"The basic rules of this world can kill him, so why are you in such a hurry? Wouldn't it be better to just watch and have some fun?" Kane said, continuing to leisurely observe Voldemort.

As Voldemort had expected, after realizing that his magic was useless in this bizarre world, he struggled for a while before gradually letting go of his pathetic pride and starting with his rumbling stomach.

I wandered aimlessly toward the woods not far away, hoping to stumble upon something to eat.

To be honest, the Eternal Realm is quite resource-rich; you can see carrots or berry bushes growing in the ground every few steps.

Every time Voldemort picked those things and put them in his mouth, Sirius and Harry felt a pang in their hearts.

Is this bastard going to starve to death here?

Having this idea, Harry decisively asked the question, while Kane shook his head.