Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Now it's time to show off my awesome cooking skills.

Soon, Sirius brought five sandwiches and a pot of thick stew to the dining room, and the four of them sat down together. Then the little computer looked around with some surprise.

"Didn't you say Grindelwald was here too? And that he was even helping us guard the door? Why isn't he coming out?" Sirius asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up a sandwich from the table and took a bite without any politeness: "How old is he? You still make him stay up all night. Don't you have any sense of public morality as a young person?"

"So he's not here now. Oh, I made an extra one for nothing." Sirius sighed helplessly, but Harry's reaction quickly made up for it.

Harry, who had just finished the first sandwich in a few bites, immediately grabbed the second one.

After all, strictly speaking, Harry's body is now newly created by the Rebirth Amulet, so it's normal for him to be a little hungry.

Sirius, watching this scene, hesitated, wondering whether he should order takeout for Harry in the middle of the night.

However, when he watched Harry finish bowl after bowl of the not-so-delicious stew he had made, Sirius paused for a moment and decided that he had to order this takeout.

Soon after the four of them finished their sandwiches and stew, Sirius's two pizza deliveries arrived. He went outside, found the deliveryman who had been looking for the house but couldn't find it, brought the pizzas in, and placed them on the table.

Dumbledore coughed lightly; it was time to start the second meeting.

Previously in the Everlasting Realm, Voldemort's Occlumency was not able to protect his memories well, so Dumbledore, who had been seeking an opportunity to look Voldemort in the eye, used those short two hours.

Of course, if we exclude the time Voldemort was knocked unconscious by the Shadow, to be precise, it was an hour and a half. He made good use of this hour and a half to thoroughly read all of Voldemort's memories, and naturally, he also carefully sorted out the memories related to Horcruxes.

Dumbledore quickly used Transfiguration to conjure a whiteboard next to the dining table. The reason it was a blackboard was that they were still eating, and writing with chalk would leave dust on the food, which was unhealthy.

He quickly conjured a U-shaped pen and wrote down Voldemort's seven Horcruxes on the whiteboard. Among them, the Resurrection Stone, Hufflepuff Cup, Voldemort's Diary, and Slytherin's Locket were five Horcruxes that had already been destroyed one by one.

Of course, saying it was destroyed isn't entirely accurate. After all, apart from Tom's notebook, which has little historical or cultural value, all the other Horcrux containers exist intact in this world, including Harry Potter himself.

Clearly, Tom's own immature notebook from his youth has absolutely no literary value; it's the kind of thing you'd rather burn than burn.

Dumbledore naturally didn't have a good impression of it, so he didn't hesitate at all when destroying it, unlike when he was more cautious when dealing with ancient artifacts and living people later.

"So now we only have two Horcruxes left that we haven't found and destroyed."

Dumbledore tapped the blackboard and then drew two words on it, one of which was Nagini.

After he finished writing, he drew a question mark at the end. After all, from Voldemort's memories, he could tell that Nagini was a living snake, which they certainly couldn't find now.

Below Nagini, he wrote the word "Ravenclaw's Crown," followed by a heavy exclamation mark.

"This one! We can find it."

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Chapter 5 Reasonable and Convincing [1 Happy]

"The Ravenclaw tiara, is it the Ravenclaw I'm thinking of?" Sirius asked, somewhat surprised, when he saw the word.

"That's right, it's the Ravenclaw you're thinking of, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, the first headmistress of Ravenclaw House. If nothing unexpected happens, her crown is currently inside Hogwarts. We just need to find it."

Dumbledore nodded and said.

"Didn't Tom's memory describe this memory in detail? For example, where exactly was Ravenclaw's crown hidden?" Kane asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head somewhat helplessly: "Obviously, I don't know the specific reason. Perhaps Tom didn't recall the exact location of the crown in his mind in particular detail, or perhaps this information is too important and is hidden very, very deep in his heart. So all I know is that the Horcrux is hidden inside Hogwarts and is related to the ghost Grey of Ravenclaw, but I don't know the exact location."

"Who is Miss Grey?" Harry asked as well.

"Didn't Dumbledore say that Ravenclaw's ghost is that girl who always wears a dignified long dress... ghost?" Kane glanced at Harry and reminded him.

"You were trying to talk about my sister, weren't you?" The moment Harry uttered his first sentence, Kane retorted sternly, "Shut up!"

"You've already extended your clutches to ghosts?" Harry continued, but Kane remained unyielding: "Stop talking!"

She's all dead.

"But you can't deny that she stopped at a very beautiful age." Kane, unable to shut Harry up instantly, finally decided to go all in. Since Harry thought he was the kind of noble person who would extend his claws to ghosts, then he might as well let him think that way.

"So you admit it?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It's truly your mother's good fortune that she didn't leave behind any ghosts. No, it's your good fortune, and your father's good fortune too," Kane said, rolling his eyes at Harry without any hesitation, his tone full of barrage of attacks.

Such powerful attacks made me tremble wildly between laughter and sorrow.

Sirius Black instinctively covered his mouth. On one hand, Kane was his current good friend, who had not only saved him but also Harry and helped him in many other ways. On the other hand, Kane was his former best brother. To laugh or not to laugh? It was truly a sad choice.

Harry, on the other hand, was clearly not as dramatic as Sirius. He simply gave Kane a strange smile after seeing his "what's the use" reaction.

He smiled as he looked at Dumbledore and pointed at Kane.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, don’t you think someone like Kane would be perfect to send to Miss Grey to find out where the Slavinclaw tiara is? After all, he’s the only one of the four of us who doesn’t even spare ghosts.”

As Harry finished speaking, Kane, who had been marveling at his own superior linguistic skills and more profound offensive power, seemed to suddenly freeze in place.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he realized something truly outrageous.

Was Harry doing that on purpose? And then he stupidly walked right into that unlucky and troublesome trap.

Seeing Harry's eerie smile, Kane couldn't help but sigh. If nothing unexpected happened, it seemed that was indeed the case.

"So, Kane, are you capable of taking on this task?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, looking at Kane who had finally suffered a setback.

"Do I look like some kind of warrior who enjoys romantic tales between humans and ghosts? And what makes you think that sending me would be useful in this kind of situation? Do I have any special or exceptional talent? Especially when it comes to ghosts?"

Kane asked in return, looking puzzled.

Harry then spoke up seriously: "We didn't say you have any special talent for ghosts. We're just stating the facts. Putting ghosts aside, you have a remarkable talent for older ladies. And Miss Grey is obviously hundreds of years old."

“Inaccurate, Harry, conservatively over 1000 years old,” Dumbledore cautioned.

Harry clapped his hands, then spread them outwards and looked at Kane: "See? He's so old, but as long as you take charge, it'll be a piece of cake."

"I didn't know you knew so many idioms," Kane said, his lips twitching.

"Never mind how many idioms I know, will you help me with this? This is part of a grand plan to defeat Voldemort," Harry said righteously.

“Hmm…” Just as Kane was silent, Harry added, “If you succeed in winning over Miss Grey, Sirius can also use the Black family’s treasury to grant you one wish.”

Sirius looked at Harry with some surprise at first, but then, thinking that Harry was ultimately the heir to the Black family's treasury, he stopped talking.

Since he had no intention of finding a partner for the rest of his life, and the Black family's wealth was Harry's wealth, there was nothing wrong with Harry saying that.

"Is it true?" Kane asked, glancing at Sirius.

The latter nodded seriously, then Kane turned his head again toward Dumbledore: "Is Miss Grey pretty?"

"If she were an ugly monster, wouldn't you still go?" Harry asked, looking surprised.

Kane quickly shook his head: "You don't understand. Based on my years of experience as a wanderer begging, pretty girls are relatively easier to talk to. Of course, it's not always like that. It varies from person to person, but statistically speaking, what I said is relatively correct."

"What made you come to this conclusion?" Harry asked, somewhat puzzled.

“As soon as I go out for a stroll, many pretty ladies say they want to adopt me. After eating at their houses for a few days, I also think the food is quite good. But I just prefer my freedom, so I didn’t stay. But your Aunt Penny is relatively harsh. She made me run away before I even finished a month on my first visit. Doesn’t that say something?”

After Kane finished speaking, the other three people at the table fell silent. Finally, Harry slowly nodded.

"It is reasonable, well-founded, and convincing."

"So, have you accepted this task?" Dumbledore continued to ask.

"You haven't told us what Miss Grey looks like yet?" Kane asked.

"Beautiful, very beautiful." Dumbledore nodded in deep agreement, and the latter decisively said, "Come on!"

Chapter 421 Ms. Grey?

After Kane slept soundly and felt refreshed, as the sun shone on him the next day, he realized something very important.

Was the task I accepted last night in a moment of impulsive enthusiasm a bit hasty?

Why don't you talk to Dumbledore and go and look into other things?

Even finding a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the next semester is something I can help with, like using my tentacles or threatening them with a small ball of light.

But this is my first time with a ghost, I'm a little excited. No, no, I'm a little hesitant.

In the end, hesitation prevailed over excitement. After leaving the bedroom, he went to the dining room on the first floor, where he saw Dumbledore eating and waved to him.

"Hello, Dumbledore, is there any work to be done today? Like, finding the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for next year?"

As Kane voiced his question, Dumbledore understood why Kane had been behaving so strangely that morning, and quickly smiled and shook his head.

“The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for next year has already been chosen, and based on what you said about your preferences last night, you should really like her,” Dumbledore said, then quietly sipped his oatmeal. Kane, on the other hand, scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

What did Dumbledore mean by that? I didn't understand.

Although I didn't understand the specific meaning, there was one thing I did understand. Unfortunately, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I probably won't be able to find any other tasks to do today and will have to go back to Hogwarts Castle to play with the ghosts.

Wow, this is so difficult. Should I just pretend to be sick?

Forget it, Professor Slughorn is at Black's old house. If he finds out I'm sick, given his petty nature, he might just add some serious trouble to my life.

Finally, Kane sat down at the table with a resigned expression and picked up a sandwich to eat. After finishing, he nudged Dumbledore, who was sitting next to him, with his elbow.

"When are we going to make our move?" Kane asked.

"Go upstairs and pack your equipment and supplies first, and wait for me to finish breakfast."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he continued to eat his breakfast quietly. Kane nodded, returned to his bedroom, and found the suitcase he had used to talk to Miss Narcissa. Since the target this time was a ghost that had been conscious for nearly 1000 years, he also brought along a book on talking art.

I suppose I've already exceeded my target for language skills today?

Soon Dumbledore knocked on his door.

"Kane, it's time to go back to Hogwarts."

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Kane pushed open the door and looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione standing next to Dumbledore with some surprise.

"Why are there three more? Did you find me some outside help?" Kane asked, looking surprised.

“Hermione’s getting bored at Black’s old house and is going back to Hogwarts to replenish her library supplies. Harry and Ron are going back to the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts to practice their flying broomsticks,” Dumbledore explained.

“Oh, I see.” Kane nodded, not delving into the matter further, and then reached out to support Dumbledore’s arm. The next moment, with a flicker of firelight, the group was back at Hogwarts.

It must be said that Hogwarts was remarkably calm during the holidays, and possessed a peculiar quality. The fact that this environment, which should have been bustling with activity, was completely deserted added a strange and eerie feeling to the group.