Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

She didn't have Dumbledore's thick skin; knowing there was a loophole in Hogwarts that allowed trolls to get in, she couldn't sleep well.

Regardless of whether the vulnerability is physical or caused by a person.

And so, Snape and Professor McGonagall remained locked in a stalemate behind the four of them, each feeling that their own business was more important. In the end, Snape managed to outmaneuver Professor McGonagall.

"What's the point of asking those two if Dumbledore isn't going to tell you? Based on what they say about troll species?"

Professor McGonagall was silent for a moment, then realized that Snape's words made some sense. She decided to act as the vice-principal and directly question Dumbledore to see what this most powerful white wizard of the time had been protecting while overseeing Hogwarts!

The four people in front were completely unaware of what was happening behind them until Snape's voice came from behind.

"Mr. Heath, what's the use of those purple chunks of flesh you got from the troll?"

Kane stopped, while the other three, looking at Snape's face with its contrasting light and shadow, ultimately decided to take a few more steps forward before stopping to observe from a distance, so that Snape's acidic saliva wouldn't easily splash onto them.

"You really want to know?" Kane raised an eyebrow at Snape. To be honest, he didn't know what monster meat could be used for these days; it seemed like cooking was the only option.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be asking you here."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Kane acted swiftly. In less than a second, he pulled a cauldron and four pieces of monster meat from his pocket.

The moment Snape saw the cauldron, the memories he had previously sealed away seemed to suddenly come back to life, and he quickly said, "No, we can't use the cauldron."

Unfortunately, he was too late. Before he could speak, Kane had already stuffed three pieces of monster meat into the cauldron, and now only one piece was left.

"No, no, no, Heath, you wouldn't do that, if you dare..."

Pfft!

The last piece of monster meat slipped from his hand and fell into the crucible.

Kane pressed his lips into a thin line. He swore that he really just slipped and acted too quickly... that was all.

As the last piece of monster meat fell into the cauldron, Snape closed his eyes in resignation. He truly dared not look at even a tiny bit, for doing so would indeed contaminate the database.

However, listening to the increasingly rapid sounds coming from the cauldron, he opened his eyes with a sense of resignation. What if there was a special change this time? What if Kane wasn't making food this time, but really some kind of special potion?

However, none of the above happened. With a ding, a monster meat mille-feuille that looked quite appetizing appeared in the crucible.

Snape took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and suddenly let out a "Ha!"

He was so angry he laughed again.

After smoothing his lips, he forced himself not to think about that damned cauldron and that damned monster meat.

“Now, give me a piece of that purple meat, I’ll go back and study it myself, then take your cauldron and that damn mille-feuille and disappear before my eyes,” Snape said slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Oh." Kane pursed his lips, took out a piece of monster meat and handed it to Snape before turning to leave with the cauldron. He then heard a panting sound behind him.

"Wait! I haven't eaten yet!"

When everyone looked up, they saw Dumbledore walking incredibly fast. At over a hundred years old, his pace was so fast that even Professor McGonagall, who was behind him, almost couldn't keep up.

Seeing this, Snape became even angrier, flicked his robes, and stormed off.

"Ah, I could smell that from far away." Dumbledore said, conjuring a knife and fork to cut a piece of monster meat crepe. "Is this the crepe you said you'd treat me to?"

As he spoke, he was about to put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Kane stopped Dumbledore, saying, "Wait, this might have some side effects if you eat it."

"I understand, but I hope you understand that taking that step to try something you can tolerate will make your life more colorful."

After saying that, he swallowed the monster meat mille-feuille in one bite... Then he fell silent again, stood up with a tense expression, and quickly walked in the direction Snape had left.

He needs to hurry and get an antidote from Snape.

"Is this stuff really that amazing?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously, looking at the mille-feuille pastry among the dried goods as Dumbledore walked away quickly.

"Perhaps you could give it a try?" Kane pursed his lips and pushed the crucible forward a little.

Professor McGonagall thought about it and still agreed with Dumbledore: life is short, and it's never a bad thing to have a little of everything.

Soon, Professor McGonagall followed in Dumbledore's footsteps to catch up with Snape for the antidote.

"An incredibly weak stomach," Kane commented before stuffing the rest of the monster meat mille-feuille into it. Apart from feeling a little bit of health loss, nothing else happened. He continued walking towards the auditorium while losing health.

Why is this blood still dripping? Oh well, I'll just eat something later.

The Halloween decorations in the Great Hall were exquisite. Kane, the other two... oh, now there were four, because Harry and Ron were bombarding Hermione with questions: What exactly happened in the toilet? Why was she in the toilet? Was that troll really as scary as Dumbledore conjured? Did some evil Slytherin imp really lock her in the toilet and release the troll to murder her?

Kane saw Hermione's face turn completely red, probably annoyed by Harry and Ron's questions, but actually just trying to come up with a slightly more elegant excuse for stealing the little pearl...

Kane still felt he should act as a mouthpiece for the female classmate who couldn't speak.

He spoke up: "Hermione was just secretly shedding her little pearls in that toilet because of some unavoidable reasons."

Hermione, who had just found a perfectly respectable reason, became famous again, and the culprit behind it all was none other than King Hu, who flew in through the skylight of the Great Hall.

The purple gemstone I ordered from Gringotts has finally arrived!

Chapter 55 Kane...Do you have a cross-dressing fetish?

Kane violently tore open the package and pulled out a crystal-clear, irregularly shaped purple gemstone, about half the size of his palm, from a pile of rags used as stuffing.

"This is it, or we'll fail. If you can't pull it off, I'll really have to go dig up some graves!"

Kane held the purple gem in both hands, and shadow flowed from his hands into the gem. In an instant, he felt the shadow invade him.

"It'll work!" he exclaimed excitedly. After releasing his grip, he saw that the amethyst had not transformed into the shape of a shadow domain. The shadow had indeed invaded it, but it quickly dissipated completely, leaving not a trace behind.

"........."

Kane stared at the amethyst that had cost him 150 Galleons...

"Eh........."

He stuffed the gemstone into his pocket and sighed helplessly.

"How much did you spend on that gem? Did you just throw it away?" Ron asked curiously.

"One hundred and fifty Galleons," Hermione said for Kane, seeing his sullen expression.

In an instant, Ron also became sullen. It's true that different people have different fates. Kane is an orphan, but he can come up with 150 Galleons to buy a useless amethyst.

And her own family is happy...

Forget it, forget it, I can't be envious, I can't be envious. This was all achieved at the cost of my family, I can't be envious!

Meanwhile, Harry quickly pulled out his money pouch and looked inside. Whew, not a penny was missing. Perhaps Kane had secretly earned the money by selling his body to those wealthy upperclassmen to braid their hair again.

"So what do you plan to do with this gem? Make it into jewelry?" Hermione asked.

"I'll give it away for Christmas. There was a couple who took care of me for a month before, so this will be repayment for their child support."

Kane stuffed the amethyst into his pocket and began attacking the food in front of him.

Hermione's lips were still twitching. Was this the Celestial Dragons' spending level? A month's nanny salary was 150 Galleons...

And so, the next day arrived. After yesterday's dinner, the three of them—the outgoing Harlow and his companion, and the equally outgoing Hermione—talked non-stop throughout the entire dinner, like two peas in a pod, finding common ground.

They also dragged the introverted Kane into the group, and the four of them were practically ready to chop off a chicken's head and bow to heaven and earth.

However, the difference is not significant. It's just that the number of men has changed from three to one, and outsiders can tell at a glance that this personnel configuration is capable of accomplishing great things.

Classes changed from three people squeezing onto one table to four people squeezing onto one table. They ate together, fooled around together, cursed the inhuman professors together, and copied homework together.

This refers to Harry and Ron copying Kane and Hermione's homework.

Kane is now unwittingly caught up in this mess. Before, he was the only one among Harlow and the others who could copy homework; he could easily write something and receive a chorus of praise. But now, with Hermione acting as a troublemaker...

They even started complaining about his bad handwriting!

The assessment is that it's just a habit.

However, starting that day, Kane gradually changed his habit of writing with his left hand. Ah, his roommate's love was so profound; they should really thank themselves...

On the day of the Quidditch match, Kane woke up feeling like he was dying. He felt inexplicably cold. When he looked out the window, he saw that the leaves of the Forbidden Forest in the distance had fallen and were now a vast expanse of white.

"Winter is here?" Kane wrapped himself in the blanket and glanced out the window. Sure enough, it had started snowing.

However, his biggest problem now is why wearing clothes and wrapping himself in blankets is no longer effective this winter.

"Kane, I remember your robes have a temperature-regulating function, don't they?" Half-asleep, Harry glanced out the window, confirmed it was snowing, and then looked at Kane's abstract style of dressing—robes draped with a blanket...

"I'm happy to tell you that that function is no longer useful to me." Kane snorted and went back to bed. He had tried getting dressed and wrapped in a blanket, and now that neither worked, his current situation was obvious.

Start a fire! Start a fire!

He finally felt a little better after the campfire on his bedside table was lit.

Ron, who had just gotten up to the sound of thunder and thuds, hadn't even realized what was going on when he saw Kane trembling by the campfire.

"Uh, if my mom saw you like this, she'd wrap you up like a Christmas tree," Ron said, amused, looking at Kane's miserable, frozen state.

“Ah, if Mrs. Weasley could warm me up, she would be the person I respect most.” Kane said, igniting a flame with his wand. As if making up his mind, he then left the heat radiation range of the campfire and walked towards the spirit particle decomposer not far away.

He quickly rubbed two warm stones together, causing the shadow flames to ignite inside them. It took him a long time to feel a little better.

“Seriously, you’re so weak!” Harry asked worriedly, looking at Kane who was shivering like a baby. “Shouldn’t you go see Madam Pomfrey? You’re so afraid of the cold.”

Kane waved his hand: "It's alright. It seems like I'll be afraid of the heat when summer comes. I'll get used to it." After saying that, he planned to go to Hagrid's place first.

The bull that was used to apologize to Hagrid has grown up now, and it's time to put it to good use... Don't get me wrong, it's just a shaving job.

"I have to go out and take care of some things. Could you pack me some breakfast? Thanks." With that, Kane left the dormitory and headed towards Hagrid's cabin.

Upon arriving, he saw Hagrid sitting on the back of a bull, clearing snow from the house. Hagrid is truly talented; in another world, he would be a great druid. Without any tools, he managed to tame the bull.

that is...

"Where are the horns?" Kane's heart was pounding wildly. Could it be that after the bull came to the real world, it underwent some localization and started shedding its horns?

Hagrid was startled when he heard Kane's question, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Kane: "It fell off yesterday. It just fell off naturally after I fed it."

"Ah, there's hope!" Kane exclaimed, marveling at the world's mercy, then turned to Hagrid and asked, "Could I have those bull horns?"

"Of course, it's inside the house. Just go and get it."

With Hagrid's permission, Kane rushed inside, took down the pair of bull horns hanging on the wall, and almost kissed them.

After coming out, he awkwardly asked again, "And Hagrid, could I borrow some of your cow hair from the walnut?"

Hagrid didn't understand, but he still agreed. Kane quickly took out his wand and prepared to use the panpipe spell.

There's no need to worry about hypnotizing Hagrid too. It's probably because the panpipes were inevitably weakened after being modified into a spell, turning group hypnosis into individual hypnosis. I didn't feel anything when I hypnotized Dumbledore alone, but as long as there are more people, the hypnotic music will turn into a soft yellow-green light.