Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Harry still wanted to continue, but Sirius firmly refused.

"Fighting is for adults, children shouldn't get involved, otherwise it makes us adults look useless."

"Then why can Kane go?" Harry said, quite indignantly.

“Um, well…” Sirius paused for a moment, “Compared to Kane, we are indeed a little bit useless.”

"..." Harry fell silent as well. Well, this reason was reasonable and convincing.

After a hearty breakfast, just as Dumbledore was about to summon the phoenix to teleport everyone to the Ministry of Magic, and then join forces with the Aurors to appear in the heart of Azkaban and give Voldemort a big surprise, Slughorn called everyone back.

He took out a delicate little square box from his pocket, opened it, and inside were bottles of single-dose Felix Felicis, which he distributed to everyone present.

"Since someone disliked drinking from the communal water bottles last time, I specially changed the packaging this time. Let's drink an extra serving before the big battle, for our safe return."

Professor Slughorn said, tossing a bottle of Felix Felicis to Kane, who was sitting right across from him.

"Thank you, Professor." Kane smiled, raised an eyebrow, and downed the Felix Felicis in one gulp.

"Good luck to us all." Dumbledore also uncorked the Felix Felicis and drank it.

The Weasley twins are in a pretty good mood right now, and it's fortunate that they were born a little earlier than Harry and graduated early, otherwise they might not have gotten their share of Felix Felicis this year.

As everyone drank the Felix Felicis in one gulp, Dumbledore clapped his hands.

A fiery red phoenix appeared before everyone, a rare sight indeed. With a gentle flap of its enormous wings, a wave of flame swept over everyone present, taking away those who were to be taken away.

Those who shouldn't have been taken, such as the four underage wizards descended from Harry, were left behind at Black's old house.

In addition, they left Professor Sprout behind to look after their four unruly young wizards.

The Apparition Hall of the Ministry of Magic is a specially designated area for Aurors to apparate.

At this moment, Kingsley and Scrimgeour were giving the Aurors a pep talk, basically telling them to follow them and charge together, blah blah blah.

Kane, who arrived riding on the phoenix flames, overheard the last sentence, so he was somewhat surprised. Scrimgeour, now an old man, is a French minister, and he's still leading from the front? In short, this Minister of Magic is quite a figure.

Just as Kane looked at Scrimgeour, Scrimgeour also looked at him. The next moment, he looked at Dumbledore with some surprise: "You brought an underage wizard to the battlefield?"

“Why don’t you have a wizard duel with him? Besides, aren’t there Dementors there? We can’t waste a combatant just using Patronus, can we?” Dumbledore explained, then stopped listening to Scrimgeour’s objections. He looked at Kingsley and asked, “Are all the Aurors ready?”

“We’ve been preparing all morning,” Kingsley replied.

"Very well, let's go then." Dumbledore looked at the 60 Aurors standing straight and tall. This was all the Auror force the Ministry of Magic could muster at the moment, aside from maintaining order in the wizarding world and protecting important locations. Add to that the dozen or so high-level fighters from the Order of the Phoenix, and they could easily wipe out Voldemort's Death Eaters like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Everyone, please stand here with me," Dumbledore shouted from the center of the Apparitions Hall.

As everyone gathered, he stopped rambling and simply spread his hands. A phoenix instantly appeared above their heads, then with a flick of its wings, a crimson flame teleported them all to their current destination.

The heartland of Azkaban.

A giant phoenix flame suddenly appeared in Azkaban, accompanied by a terrifying roar that startled the Death Eaters who were patrolling the area. Just as they were about to investigate what had happened, they were struck by several Avada Kedavra curses fired by Aurors.

"You granted them access to the Killing Curse." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour standing next to him with some surprise.

“This isn’t a wizarding duel at Hogwarts, this is a war to the death, Dumbledore,” Scrimgeour explained, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m not criticizing you. I think you did the right thing, although it’s a bit unfair to the Aurors.” Dumbledore shrugged helplessly.

“It’s their duty,” Scrimgeour said, as he unleashed an Arahu Hole, striking a Death Eater who came to meet him.

Dumbledore looked at the colorful battlefield and clapped his hands lightly, signaling Phoenix to seal off the entire space. Then he looked at Kane, who was strolling around in the center of the battlefield not far away.

“Kane, the Dementors are coming!” Dumbledore shouted to Kane.

"clear."

Kane waved his wand as he spoke, showcasing the full extent of the results of his third-year practice of the Patronus Charm.

As that ominous light appeared in the center of the battlefield, the Dementors, who were looking for an opportunity to attack the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix, were all drawn to it.

Then, when they saw the figure in the center of the light, they snapped out of their daze and realized that the person in front of them wasn't a fragrant, soft little cake, but rather…

Unfortunately, before the Dementor could even react to what the person in front of it was, Kane's Shadow swallowed it whole, like a soft, sweet little cake.

That ominous light, like the largest black hole in the universe, relentlessly tore apart anything its gravity could capture and then swallowed it whole.

Unlike Kane, who was elegant and composed, tearing apart Dementors like a hyena, and unlike the Aurors of the Order of the Phoenix who fought fiercely, using numbers to constantly whittle down the Death Eaters' ranks, Dumbledore was under the greatest pressure at this moment. It wasn't that he was afraid of being accidentally injured by Voldemort, but rather that he was afraid Voldemort wouldn't be able to withstand the blows and that he might accidentally kill him.

After all, people of this age tend to be a little superstitious. He still believed in the mysterious divination results.

Since Voldemort was destined to be killed by Harry, it was clear that he himself was incapable of killing him.

However, magic is subjective. If Dumbledore himself did not believe he could kill Voldemort, then he truly could not kill Voldemort.

But killing is one thing, defeating is another.

Over the past six years, Kane has broken down three or four times a day on average, torturing him in various ways. As a result, his bottom line has gradually been lowered.

The degree of misinterpretation of this prophecy has also gradually increased.

For example, although he couldn't kill Voldemort himself, he could still tie Voldemort up, chop off his hands and feet, cut off his tongue, pluck out his eyes, throw the Voldemort cup at Harry's feet, and let Harry punch and kick him until he was dead.

Voldemort, who was battling Dumbledore, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine for some unknown reason. He glanced at Dumbledore with some surprise.

"Did you do something?"

Dumbledore quickly shook his head: "I haven't done anything bad, I've just been thinking some bad thoughts. Of course, if you're talking about doing bad things, you might want to look behind you."

After Voldemort forced Dumbledore's attack back with a Killing Curse, he glanced back and saw Kane had skewered Nagini's entire snake onto an iron skewer and was roasting it with a strange flame.

"Clearly, Tom, you have now become a mortal." As Voldemort looked at the unbelievable scene, Dumbledore's voice came from afar.

Even before Dumbledore's voice arrived, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder.

As the first sharp pain came, the second, third, and fourth pains followed, and even several subtle pains acted on my face.

As the war ended like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, Kane glanced at the twitching cup at Dumbledore's feet and couldn't help but look at Dumbledore: "You're quite the player."

Dumbledore shook his head: "I didn't do this."

He realized what was happening and looked at Grindelwald's flickering figure behind Dumbledore, then looked at Dumbledore with a pitiful gaze: "To be old friends with someone like that, isn't that pathetic?"

Dumbledore gave a strange, bitter smile.

With the war over, the Ministry of Magic had 7 Aurors wounded and 2 killed, while the Order of the Phoenix had 6 wounded and 0 killed.

This was a remarkable victory for the war that annihilated Voldemort and his remaining forces, especially for Harry, as none of the people he loved or who loved him died.

But the people he hated and who hated him appeared at his feet.

Harry gave Dumbledore a speechless look, while Dumbledore, who had been forced to take the blame for Grindelwald, said nothing, only patting Harry on the shoulder.

"Although it's not particularly fair to you, it's fate."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry nodded. "I understand." Then he looked at Kane, who was not far away, and asked, "What was the key to the Killing Curse you mentioned again?"

“Recite the spell correctly, and retain the killing intent.” After Kane finished speaking, Harry nodded again: “I got it, thank you Kane.”

The next moment, he took a deep breath. He thought about many things, but it seemed like he didn't think about many things at all; his mind was blank, and he only saw a flash of green light.

After a moment of silence, everyone stared wide-eyed at Voldemort lying on the ground and Harry holding his wand.

"What happened? Is he dead?" Harry asked, his eyes tightly shut, wand in hand.

"Why don't you just open your eyes and see for yourself?" Kane said helplessly.

Harry opened his eyes and looked down, only to see Flirty Voldemort still panting heavily, his eyes fixed on him as if he had done something terribly wrong.

Just kidding, how could we have ever done anything to wrong him?

All we did was storm his base, kill all his servants and pets, tear off his limbs and tongue, and throw them in front of him to wait for him to kill us. What's wrong with that?

However, after mentally condemning Voldemort, he also realized the seriousness of the problem at hand.

"How come he's not dead?" Harry looked at Kane standing next to him with a surprised expression. Kane stroked his chin and glanced at Harry's clear but foolish eyes.

"I think it's because your killing intent isn't strong enough, so you can't unleash the true power of the Avada Kedavra Curse."

After Kane finished speaking, Harry sighed helplessly.

"Does that mean I have no way to kill Voldemort?"

Kane shook his head: "No, no. Since you can't learn that kind of magic, we can use the Muggle method."

As he spoke, he reached into his hat and finally pulled out a gleaming silver M1917 American-made Smith & Wesson.

"Where did you get this from?" Dumbledore, who had been calmly sipping his tea, immediately became agitated.

"When you're out on the streets, how can you not have some gear?" Kane said casually, then patted Harry on the shoulder and urged him on.

Harry took the gun, swallowed hard, then pointed it at the cup lying on the ground and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Voldemort, who had twice wreaked havoc in the wizarding world and dominated it for decades, died in the Muggle world he despised the most, standing like a cup.

And Kane and his friends' Hogwarts life finally saw the first glimmer of peace. This kind of ending, where they didn't have to worry about any messy things, could be said to be the most worry-free and wonderful holiday.

After a holiday, on the Hogwarts train, the group reunited and began planning their future for seventh grade.

For example, Hermione's wish is to continue running the orphanage she established. Harry and Ron, on the other hand, are both going to become Quidditch players, and they've even found a way to get involved with Harry's former captain, Oliver Wood. They'll just bring two boxes of walnut milk and canned peaches to pay their respects.

Kane had already submitted his application to Dumbledore to stay at the university after graduation as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Dumbledore had already signed it, and they were just waiting for Kane to graduate.

Soon, as everyone returned to the familiar Great Hall, Dumbledore announced the start of the opening ball in the Great Hall. Hermione, who had put on her dress on the train in advance, hurriedly rushed towards Kane, holding up the hem of her skirt.

If this were the first time, she definitely wouldn't be in such a hurry. But clearly, Hermione had learned from past mistakes, and to avoid being poached by others beforehand, this time she would definitely…

Oh no, she's already seen Luna, also lifting her skirt and running towards Kane. She needs to be faster, much faster.

And just like that, Hermione and Luna patted Kane's shoulder almost simultaneously.

"So do I have to make a choice?"

"right!!"

【THAN】

[New book signed and released: "My Territory is Full of Block Creations"]

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[Don't read the author's closing remarks yet, I'm figuring out how to make it free!]

Closing Remarks and Victim Compensation Plan