Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Chapter 424 I have a premonition, the final battle is coming

“I didn’t expect you to come back so soon, and…” Mrs. Grey, who was still sitting on the sofa in the lounge in a daze, looked over with some curiosity and floated over to the crown on the head of the marble statue.

“Interesting, the soul contained within has vanished,” Mrs. Grey said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, I put in a lot of effort, and you didn't even thank me," Kane said shamelessly, not caring at all. He simply placed the Horcrux on top of the Horcrux lamp and let it burn for a while.

“That’s right.” Lady Grey nodded in deep agreement, then floated down from the crown, her ethereal feet landing on the floor of the Ravenclaw lounge. She lifted her skirt and gave Kane a slight curtsy.

“Thank you so much for bringing my mother’s belongings back to Ravenclaw and for removing the grime from them,” she said.

“Um? Just a verbal thank you? Is there anything more practical…” Kane said, glancing at the Ravenclaw private library in the corner of the Ravenclaw lounge.

"Hmm... Although this way of doing things is a bit different from ordinary people, it doesn't matter. What you've done absolutely deserves Ravenclaw's gratitude. Let me think, the third shelf in the Ravenclaw library, counting from the bottom up, the second book at the very back of the second shelf, turn to page 432, chant the spell, Lancelot, it will give you something interesting."

After Mrs. Grey finished speaking, Kane immediately perked up.

He started off just casually, purely hoping for a reward, even if it wasn't a reward. But in reality, it didn't matter if there was no reward.

Unexpectedly, there really was a reward, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will be quite a pleasant surprise.

This is a good thing!

Impressed by the generosity of the Ravenclaws, he walked towards the book in the library that Mrs. Grey had mentioned. He found the thick book, a red-covered but uncovered and somewhat worn-out volume. Inside were a jumble of haphazard, half-true and half-false tales of adventure.

It looks like a low-budget version of Lockhart's novels.

He turned to page 432 and slowly began to speak: "Lancelot."

Almost instantly, the leaf burst forth with light, and a golden sheet of paper slowly floated out from it.

"Oh, what's this?" Kane reached out and took the paper, murmuring curiously, before he could see what was written on it.

"Wow, that's amazing! A clone spell!" Kane muttered to himself as he looked at Lady Grey, who was smiling at his mother's statue not far away.

"Um, I'd like to ask, is this the same clone spell I'm thinking of?" Kane asked.

“Of course, it is. It’s just a pity that the clones don’t have their own independent consciousness, and you have to expend your energy to control them. I don’t think they’re very useful for anything else, like combat. But if it’s the kind of date where one person arranges to meet several girls, I think it can be of some use,” Ms. Gray said, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah... that kind of thing isn't really of much use to me, is it?" Kane seemed a little disappointed as he folded it up and stuffed it into his pocket.

He had previously thought that this thing could have its own independent consciousness and could learn magic and exercise in his place.

After exchanging a few words with Mrs. Grey, he left Ravenclaw's common room and returned to his dormitory in Gryffindor. After lying on his bed for a while, reminiscing about his school days, he went to Dumbledore's office.

At this time, Harry and Ron were still playing with flying broomsticks at the Quidditch pitch, while Hermione was still enjoying her time alone in the library, where she wasn't under Mrs. Pince's jurisdiction. To avoid interrupting their blissful time, Dumbledore and Kane chose to wait until evening before returning to Black's old house.

However, what they will eat for lunch is a question that must be considered.

"Why don't you go hunt some game in the Forbidden Forest for me? I want to eat some," Kane said casually, slumped in the chair opposite Dumbledore.

"Shouldn't these kinds of things be done by the younger generation? Why should the elders do them?" Dumbledore refused with a helpless expression.

"With your magic so powerful, can't you just sit here and shout something like 'Hawk, come flying!'" Kane had barely finished speaking when a grayish-yellow hare flew in untimely into Dumbledore's office, smashing the mosaic glass in the process, before gently landing beside Kane.

"Emmm..." Kane looked at the rabbit in his hand, which was dead beyond any doubt, and was silent for a moment. Taking advantage of the fact that it had just died and the blood had not yet congealed, he decisively used the Shadow Blade to cut it and bleed it out. Then he looked at Dumbledore: "My lunch is taken care of. You can figure it out yourself."

After saying that, he picked up the rabbit and left the principal's office, intending to go to the Black Lake to make a fire and roast it himself.

He didn't plan to use the cooking methods of the Eternal Realm anymore; although delicious, they lacked a bit of freshness. This time, he would simply sprinkle some salt and pepper on it and dry-roast it.

Dumbledore watched this scene quietly from the headmaster's office, a meaningful smile on his face, and then he snapped his fingers lightly.

"Dobby, please make me lunch and take it to the Headmaster's office." After Dumbledore finished speaking, a carefully prepared lunch was already placed on his desk. Clearly, Kane was still too young; he had no idea that for so many years, when he had nowhere to go during his holidays, he had spent his time at Hogwarts.

By evening, Kane had made a makeshift fishing rod after lunch and sat by the Black Lake fishing. Harry and Ron also slowly descended on their flying broomsticks. Finally, Hermione arrived, carrying a bag full of books; it seemed she'd have plenty of reading to do this holiday.

After the four had gathered, Dumbledore appeared behind them as a burst of flame. Seeing that they were all ready, he waved his hand, and the flames swept across, reappearing at Black's old mansion.

“Very good, we are now back at our base. Harry, please gather everyone together, I need to hold a great meeting here.”

Dumbledore, having destroyed Voldemort's seven Horcruxes, leaving only one, felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. He spoke with a radiant glow on his face.

"What kind of meeting is this? Let's just say we'll eat and drink well, shall we?" Kane said, raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore's brow twitched involuntarily: "Of course I'm referring to our great undertaking of defeating Voldemort. I have a feeling the final battle is coming."

Chapter 425 On the Eve of the Decisive Battle

Soon, most of the members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered in the dining room of Black's old house.

Dumbledore was in high spirits, as if he were over 90 years younger. He raised his wine glass and announced to the crowd that Voldemort's Horcruxes had now been destroyed, leaving only one.

In other words, once Voldemort's last Horcrux is destroyed, he will be nothing more than a mortal who can be easily killed.

"So, do you know where the last Horcrux is?" Professor McGonagall asked this question not to pick a fight, but simply because of her long-standing tacit understanding with Dumbledore. She knew that she had to chime in at times like this, otherwise it would be awkward for Dumbledore to talk on and on.

“According to Tom’s memory, that snake named Nagini is always with him. So if we find where Tom is, we can find where Nagini is.” After Dumbledore finished speaking, a cacophony of chatter filled the dining room.

Some are relieved that Dumbledore has once again rediscovered the reliable quality he had in his youth. Others are relieved, thinking that Voldemort's days of dominating the wizarding world are finally coming to an end.

There are also people posting outrageous and offensive comments that could easily get them attacked.

"To be honest, I quite like this atmosphere. We've decorated Blake's old house like a fortress, which makes me feel very safe."

After Ron finished speaking, the Weasley twins would appear behind him, one of them patting him on the back of the head. Clearly, the two older brothers, who had already grown up and entered the wizarding world, were much more mature than when they were in school, and were the most indignant about Ron's outrageous remarks.

"It's because this sense of security is so good."

"That's why we need to make the entire magical world a safe place."

"Instead of just Blake's old house."

The Weasley twins continued their monologue, giving Ron no chance to defend himself or refute them.

Molly Weasley was a little taken aback when she heard the Weasley twins say something so sweet for the first time. Then she suddenly threw herself into Arthur Weasley's arms, gave him a big kiss, and said with a look of relief, "Our babies are finally on the right track."

The Weasley twins awkwardly reached up and touched their noses: "So."

"What we did before?"

"Was it crooked in your eyes originally?"

“Of course not, of course not, you will always be Mommy’s darlings,” Molly Weasley quickly explained.

Ron pouted helplessly, just like when he was a child.

"By the way, Dumbledore, do we know the location of the Mystic now?" Professor McGonagall smiled as she watched the atmosphere in the room gradually brighten, and then continued after the atmosphere subsided.

"My informant will return to this place tonight to give me one last intelligence briefing, and then..."

Dumbledore originally intended to say that this was Severus Snape's last career as an undercover agent.

However, he suddenly realized that this statement was also a kind of flag-setting, and it was not a good omen to interrupt the previous plan, so he changed his mind on the spot: "Then I'm going to make him continue doing a lot of work that he doesn't like. And I'm also going to tell him some bad news: I've already found someone to be the seventh-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so he doesn't need to take the position anymore."

"Huh? What about me? Can I retire again?" Professor Slughorn asked hastily. After all, strictly speaking, if Professor Snape wasn't teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, he must be teaching Potions. What else could he be teaching? Divination?

So, after Snape returns to Potions class, he must be retiring, right?

Looking at Slughorn's bright, sparkling eyes, Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, that's right. Of course, I suggest you take two bottles of Felix Felicis later, because I think what we just said was a bit ominous."

“You’ve become superstitious about Dumbledore. You didn’t care about these things when you were young.” Professor Slughorn said this, but his hands didn’t stop. He pulled a small bottle of Felix Felicis from his pocket and drank it all in one gulp.

And not only tonight and tomorrow morning, he has to drink twice more before the big battle.

"So, barring any unforeseen circumstances, once this summer vacation ends and we return to Hogwarts, we can focus on our studies without worrying about the attacks from the mysterious man?" Hermione casually interjected.

“That’s not the case. There are other things that can distract you from your studies.” Dumbledore slowly shook his head, then picked up the golden mug on the table and took a sip of wine.

Just as the young wizards and professors were wondering what kind of escapades Dumbledore was up to now, he spoke up.

"If all goes well, I'm planning to hold a victory ball to mark the start of the school year. What do you think? Oh, right, I also need to add a new school supplies list to all the little wizards in advance so they can bring their dance dresses."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he looked at Professor McGonagall, since she had been the one who had been busy with this matter.

The latter nodded helplessly: "Alright, alright, since it's a happy day, then so be it."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded at Professor McGonagall; this was the tacit understanding that comes from working together for many years.

Logically, the next part of the time should have been for everyone to speak freely.

Everyone secretly made a few vows, praying they wouldn't return unscathed from the great battle the next day. But Dumbledore, that superstitious old man, gave them no such opportunity whatsoever.

As the meeting ended, he promptly ushered everyone back to their rooms. The dining room was instantly empty, and he sat alone, quietly awaiting Snape's arrival.

After a while, a black smoke flew straight in through the crack in the window, and after arriving in front of Dumbledore, it coalesced into a human shape, which was Snape.

"So, Severus, any news?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

“They used the Imperius Curse to control the Aurors and Strikers guarding Azkaban, which is why the wizarding world didn’t notice anything amiss,” Snape said calmly, sitting down.

"So you mean they're using Azkaban as their base now?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape nodded: "Perhaps the Dark Lord thinks that those Dementors, whose brains are no bigger than walnuts, are much more reliable than us."

After saying this, Snape paused shamefully for a moment: "He is right."

Chapter 426 Yes! [END]

The next day, just as dawn broke, Kane got up and saw Dumbledore standing at his door.

"Kane, we have a difficult task for you now."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane, who was not yet fully awake, slowly revealed a question mark on his face.

"The mysterious man has set up his new base on Azkaban, where there are Dementors, you know?"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Kane's questioning expression slowly faded, and he began to understand.

"So you want me to take down all those Dementors one by one?" Kane asked.

“That’s it.” Dumbledore nodded.

"No problem, so when do we leave?"

"Go downstairs and have breakfast first. You can't go to the battlefield on an empty stomach, can you?" Dumbledore winked at Kane and used a combination of a cooling and cleansing spell to refresh and awaken Kane.

"Okay, I'll get dressed and come down."

After regaining his senses, Kane stretched and walked towards the coat rack.

Although the restaurant where the meeting was held last night was filled with laughter and witty remarks, this morning, the thought of heading to Azkaban and getting up close and personal with Voldemort and his henchmen cast a serious shadow over everyone's expressions.