Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"Now that I've done you a favor, I'd like you to do me a favor. Are you going to feel bad about refusing?" Kane asked Dumbledore.

"of course."

“Do you have any purple gems? Rubies and sapphires will also be fine,” Kane said.

“What a huge appetite! But this is really beyond my capabilities. I can even give you the key to my vault so you can see for yourself.” As he spoke, Dumbledore actually took out a key and was about to hand it to Kane.

"Never mind, I doubt there are any." Kane sighed... After a moment of silence, he spoke again, "Then do you know where there are any graves? The nearest one?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment: "Kane, grave robbing is illegal."

“I know, but as far as I know, robbery is also illegal, so... do you know where there are graves?” Kane repeated the question.

"...Wizard or Muggle?" In the end, Dumbledore felt that he had slightly crossed the line.

"Anything is fine, but it has to be a lot. I'm not very lucky; if there aren't enough graves, I might not be able to dig up any gems." Kane quickly added a condition as soon as he heard there was a chance.

"The Little Hangleton Chapel Cemetery is abandoned for a long time, with many graves. You can go and see it during the Christmas holidays." Dumbledore paused here, still wanting to ask what the connection was between digging graves and gems, but then decided against it.

After all, Kane's Shadow can suddenly sprout a bunch of tentacles in a lifeless swamp, so what's so impossible about him adding a gem to a grave?

This is magical.

Kane noted down the address, planning to make a shovel and go check it out during the Christmas holidays.

Soon, the two were back inside the castle. Kane stood in front of Professor Quirrell's office with the feathered hat in his hand: "He should like this gift... and he can also ask me about magic while he's at it."

Chapter 49 Kane's Amazing Tentacle Room

Dumbledore saw Kane about to knock on the door and stopped him.

"Aren't you going to prepare some backup plans? I mean, what if Professor Quirrell doesn't intend to let you leave so easily?"

Kane paused in his knocking: "So you brought me here directly so I could hurry up?"

"I'm just letting you get acquainted with the connections. Although I don't think Professor Quirrell is likely to completely break off relations, what if he does?"

Dumbledore then left, giving Kane the right to choose.

Kane, of course, listened to advice and ate his fill. He quickly returned to his dormitory and used the mandrake he had just acquired to quickly handcraft a panpipe.

However, this panpipe was a little different from what he had expected, or rather, it had an extra special... way of being used.

In addition to the physical panpipes that he could touch, the spirit particle decomposer also produced a magic book.

Before Kane could even look at the spellbook, a series of complex ideas suddenly flooded his mind, showing him how to use a wand and magic to create the same hypnotic effect as playing the panpipes.

He waved his wand and tried it out. As the wand glided through the air like a conductor's baton, a strange and eerie voice emerged from some unknown corner. On the windowsill, Kane's Hugin and Harry's Hedwig immediately curled up and fell into a deep sleep.

Ron's owl was spared because he was the only one in the dorm with family, and his owl was the only one in the dorm who needed to deliver messages to his family.

“Hmm, surprisingly useful.” Kane said, stuffing the panpipes and wand into his pocket, picking up the feathered hat and heading toward Professor Quirrell’s office.

In Quirrell's office, he faced a mirror, in which was reflected an incredibly ugly, pale face without a nose.

This is his daily routine. Voldemort first explains magical knowledge to Professor Quirrell, then talks about his grand plans. After the grand plans are finished, he goes on to discuss the detailed plans and preparations for stealing the Philosopher's Stone.

Finally, it ended with a ten-minute Voldemort-exclusive PUA routine.

However, the atmosphere between the mirror and the man was somewhat subtle today. Voldemort was not a good-tempered man. On the contrary, in order to maintain his so-called outward elegance, he always vented his anger on his servant, who was now the only person he could vent his anger on.

Poor Quirrell, because Kane's talent was too great, he missed a great opportunity to lure Kane into his office to study his special shadow magic, and now he is being scolded for a mistake that was not really his fault.

dong dong dong.

Quirrell, who was listening to Voldemort's teachings, was startled.

"Go open the door," Voldemort said in the mirror before disappearing from it, leaving his reflection in the mirror for Professor Quirrell himself.

Kane looked at Quirrell with curiosity as he opened the door. After hearing from Dumbledore that Professor Quirrell was not a good person, Kane's only remaining curiosity about the professor was genuine.

What kind of villain could possibly convince Dumbledore to stay at the school?

Quirrell, on the other hand, was completely different. Upon seeing Kane, he trembled with excitement, making it hard not to suspect...

"Come in quickly, kid." Quirrell pulled Kane into the office without saying a word, then slammed the door shut.

Professor Quirrell was quite skilled at housework magic, or rather, manipulation magic, and the entire office was transformed into a perfectly orderly setting for receiving guests.

"Quirinus, don't forget your job. Figure out where his strange shadow magic came from, and get him to use that swamp spell again. Then I'll be able to sense the mystery behind it." Voldemort began issuing daily tasks in Professor Quirrell's head.

Quirrell quickly agreed in his mind, but paused in his hand as he poured tea for Kane: "Is there a problem with the magic? That swamp curse?"

Kane, of course, had no idea what the master and servant were thinking. He simply took out the feathered hat from his pocket and said, "I've just come to give you a gift. Perhaps you'd like to change your hat."

Quirrell's initial excitement vanished instantly upon seeing this; what he needed was Kane's magic, not a ridiculous hat.

However, the voice of Voldemort in his head was completely different: "Take that hat! I sense it, there's an extremely strange magic on that hat!"

Quirrell, who was about to break down in a frown, quickly straightened his cheeks and grinned like a man-eating tree as he deftly took off the feathered hat.

Unlike Quirrell, who had just experienced a dramatic rise and fall, Kane suddenly felt a little regretful. After all, the combination of Professor Quirrell's garlic smell and the office's aromatherapy scent was unbearable for most people.

The thought that I had of asking Quirrell some insightful questions when I was outside the door was instantly dispelled.

Ask Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore—it doesn't matter who you ask. Don't suffer with Professor Quirrell.

Kane stood up, thinking to himself, "Professor, now that I've delivered the gift, I think it's time for me to leave... I'm leaving with a heavy heart. Bye~"

Unfortunately, before Kane could finish saying goodbye, Quirrell, under the threat of the Crucifixion Curse simulating in his head, grabbed Kane's arm.

"No, don't go. In exchange for your gift, I'll teach you magic. What kind of magic do you not know?"

Kane turned around with an awkward and not-so-polite smile: "It's not that I don't want to keep it, it's just that I feel like my nose is about to give birth."

Just as Professor Quirrell was pondering what magical symptoms his nose was about to give birth to and whether he should be taken to St. Mungo's Hospital, Voldemort in his head spoke again: "Your smell, Quirinus, is awful."

Quirrell quickly realized what was happening, waved his wand, and as the window opened, a gentle breeze blew in, carrying away most of the smell from the office.

Kane removed his mask of pain at the opportune moment. Well, he could linger for a while before the next wave of smell returned, because he did have a few minor questions about the Swamp spell.

“About the Swamp spell,” Kane began, and Professor Quirrell quickly added, “You can use it first! I’ll see if there are any problems.”

After Quirrell finished speaking, even Voldemort, who was carefully examining the feathered hat, withdrew his power from it and began to focus on studying Kane himself.

Kane didn't hesitate. He took out his wand and waved it, and a swamp instantly appeared in Quirrell's office. Unlike Quirrell, who was wondering why Kane's swamp was a different color from the others', Voldemort saw much more.

“I sense that this swamp has life. Ask him what’s going on?”

Quirrell perfectly acted as a mouthpiece: "This, this swamp has life?"

Kane glanced at Quirrell with some surprise. This guy was something else, or maybe the person behind him was something else too.

After concealing his thoughts, he continued, "This swamp does indeed have life."

The moment he finished speaking, two spiked tentacles suddenly sprang out of the swamp, baring their fangs and claws as they attacked anything they could reach.

"My problem now is that I can only summon this swamp on the ground, but what I really want is to summon it on the walls and ceiling, creating a real swamp space, so that any enemies inside will be attacked by tentacles from all directions..."

Kane paused abruptly as he spoke, because he saw Quirrell's strange expression.

"Emmm...never mind, goodbye Professor Quirrell." Kane said, about to leave, but Professor Quirrell grabbed his arm.

“Wait, you, the magic you conceived can be, can be done. Take this list of books, this, this will be helpful to you.” Quirrell said, quickly writing down several book titles on the parchment.

Just as he was about to hand him over to Kane, the Voldemort in his mind finally discerned the true nature of the swamp and the feathered hat, and hurriedly spoke up: "Keep him here!"

Chapter Fifty: The Spider Nest Welcomes Its Strictest Father

Quirrell immediately grabbed the paper in one hand and Kane's hand holding the wand in the other: "If you want it, this, this piece of paper, you just need to leave it here, leave it here!"

At this moment, Professor Quirrell in Kane's eyes suddenly transformed into a beast who should be served the smallest Avada Kedavra.

"Oh, I don't want it then." Kane was very nonchalant and immediately gave up the book list. Then he suddenly tried to pull his arm away from Quirrell's hand, but couldn't.

"Professor, what's going on?" Kane asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Kay, Kane, I just want you to receive a real education, you…”

Before Professor Quirrell could finish speaking, the swamp that was baring its fangs and claws not far away suddenly doubled in size, and the tentacles were about to lash out at Quirrell, but before they could reach him, they were cut in two by two invisible magical forces.

Professor Quirrell was startled by this scene, as if he hadn't expected Kane to actually make a move. He immediately pulled out his wand, and a red light guided Kane's wand. With just a thought, he could make Kane drop his wand from his hand. After doing all this, he looked at Kane in shock: "You, you want to fight, Professor?"

Kane shrugged. "Of course not."

After saying that, he didn't move the hand holding the wand. Instead, he reached into his pocket with his other hand and took out a panpipe.

"Goodbye, Professor, get some sleep." Kane said, then put the panpipes to his lips and played a circle from high to low.

Almost instantly, Quirrell felt an overwhelming sense of drowsiness wash over him, even from Voldemort inside Quirrell's head.

The instant they heard the panpipes, a thought simultaneously flashed through their minds: they knew how to get past the Cerberus guarding the trapdoor without being harmed, as long as they had the...

thump!

Poor Quirrell, he fell down.

Unlike Quirrell, who had already fallen asleep, Voldemort was much more alert. He quickly woke up from his drowsy state and, upon regaining control of Quirrell's body, found that Kane had long since disappeared.

"A special kind of innate dark magic..." Voldemort murmured as he used the Cruciatus Curse to frantically attack Quirrell's soul, bringing Quirrell back online after he had just logged off.

"Master, what did you say?" Quirrell asked tremblingly.

"I say, this young wizard possesses a new and unique form of dark magic, completely different from all previous dark magic in the magical world, and it's innate," Voldemort exclaimed.

“You mean, like Obscurus?” Quirrell asked.

“No, the Obscurial is a powerful being residing within the wizard’s body, and this little wizard named Kanehis is a powerful being himself. I need his power. Could you help me prepare a magic circle, my most loyal servant?” Voldemort said quietly.

“Of course, such power is beyond the control of a small wizard. Of course, it needs you to wield it.” Quirrell flattered him subconsciously. As for what would happen to Kane after his power was taken away, that was not within his consideration.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office.

"That Quirrell is kind of disgusting," Kane said quietly, holding a cup of black tea. He was now regretting not kicking Quirrell a couple of times when Quirrell was hypnotized by the panpipes.

"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded as he watched the scenes unfolding in Quirrell's office through the crystal ball. "It seems they've got their eyes on you. Perhaps I should have assigned this task to a less conspicuous junior wizard. That would have been my mistake."

Kane looked at Dumbledore, whose expression hadn't changed at all, and wondered if he really thought it was his own fault.

"Well, at least this trip wasn't all bad. Professor Quirrell's reading list... emmm, I think his knowledge is pretty good. Anyway, I'm off." Kane said, stuffing the reading list into his pocket and turning to leave.

“Well, there’s really no need to cram your schedule so full. Halloween is just around the corner, maybe you’d like to enjoy some time of fun before you start studying hard?” Dumbledore said, raising an eyebrow. He genuinely felt that Kane looked too tired.

“No need, Professor, I’m perfectly happy as I am.” Kane said, pushing open the door to the headmaster’s office, where he saw Professor Snape, dressed in black and looking very cool and stylish.