Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

After Walnut was hypnotized and fell into a deep sleep on the ground, Kane immediately began to use his wand to remove the cow's fur.

Ollivander really had foresight in making his wand with two blades!

Soon after, in Gryffindor's common room...

Harry, Ron, and Hermione occupied a corner of the lounge, with the breakfast Kane had brought on the coffee table in front of them.

Just as they were all wondering what Kane was doing outside, Harry, who was sitting inside and could see the entrance to the common room first, was surprised to see a bull's horn crawl into the entrance, followed by two, and finally a bull's head.

He quickly called to the other two to look in the direction of the entrance.

Then.....

emmmm.....

"Kane...do you have a cross-dressing fetish?"

Chapter 56 Dumbledore, is he really a good person?

Kane was wearing a horned hat, and because of the horns, he couldn't properly squeeze into the lounge, so he had to tilt his head and squeeze in.

After finally getting inside, they saw Harry and his two companions gathered around the exit, each with a strange, restrained smile on their face.

"So...you really do have a cross-dressing fetish, right?" Ron said quietly.

"So that explains why you liked wearing flower wreaths back then," Harry said knowingly.

As for Hermione, since she didn't know much about Kane, she just kept laughing.

"Ah, thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to laugh at me, but I won't take it to heart, because I'll find a chance to tear up all of your homework." Kane said casually as he took the food bag Harry handed him.

Just as he was about to tear open the bag to eat, Harry crawled straight out through the hole.

"...Did it really take me this long to make a hat?" Kane sighed, hung the food bag on the hat's horns, and climbed out again with his head tilted to the side.

Because of the Quidditch match, everyone was heading towards the Quidditch pitch, and almost everyone who saw Kane's distinctive hat would come over to greet him warmly and touch the horns on it.

As for those who are less enthusiastic and a little more introverted, they are also staring intently at the two cow horns on the hat.

If they hadn't seen Hagrid riding Walnut out of the Forbidden Forest from a great distance, they would have thought Kane had murdered Hagrid's cow.

"Speaking of Kane, why do you insist on wearing that hat?" Hermione asked curiously. After all, the temperature-regulating spell on Kane's robes was already enough to keep him from getting too hot or cold, so why did he still need to wear that hat...?

It can't really be a transvestite, can it?

"Want to see?" Kane asked, his eyes half-moon-shaped.

Hermione nodded.

Kane didn't play games; he played it real. He grabbed the two bull horns with both hands and lifted them up. In just an instant, he felt all the heat in his body being drained away.

His face, which had previously retained some color, turned as white as marble in an instant, and upon closer inspection, it even appeared bluish.

Kane timed it perfectly, putting his hat back on almost a second before he started losing health, and then turned up the power of the heat stone to make up for the heat lost in that instant.

"So now you know why I'm wearing this hat," Kane explained before continuing toward the Quidditch pitch.

Hermione nodded, her lips twitching. She now truly understood just how afraid Kane was of the cold.

As for why he's so afraid of the cold... it's understandable. He's a blue-blooded noble, after all. To distinguish himself from commoners, he always comes up with a whole bunch of unpredictable tricks.

And these Celestial Dragons, the nobles of the magical world, might also do some strange things to their bodies in order to maintain that so-called superior status.

The four soon parted ways in the Quidditch stands. Harry took his broom and headed towards the team, while the other three sat in the stands, waiting for the game to begin.

As time went by, Quidditch might have seemed interesting to other young wizards, like Ron, who found himself inexplicably excited watching the butts flying around in the sky.

However, Kane and Hermione had absolutely no interest in a match with rules they couldn't understand; they were only there to support Harry.

"I'd rather spend this time reading in the library," Kane said somewhat sadly, not knowing why Slytherin had given him another five points.

“Who says it isn’t…” Hermione started to say, but then suddenly stopped, because Harry in the sky, for some reason, seemed to have lost his broomstick and was suddenly flying around like a headless fly.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with Harry's flying broom?" Hermione asked, frowning with concern.

Ron, who was standing nearby, also noticed the problem. After thinking for less than a second, he came to a conclusion: "It's Snape! Before today, I always thought Snape just didn't like Harry, so he kept making things difficult for him in class. But now it seems that Snape probably really wants to kill Harry!"

Kane raised an eyebrow at Ron, whose face was alternating between pale and flushed: "Why do you say that?"

“Use this telescope.” Ron carefully handed the telescope to Kane, letting him see Snape’s incessantly chattering mouth through it: “Snape is chanting a spell.”

Kane only glanced at Snape for a moment before moving on to the next target, and sure enough, Quirrell, like Snape, kept his mouth moving.

"It should be Quirrell, not Snape. At least Dumbledore has hinted to me more than once that Quirrell isn't a good person, but he's never said a bad word about Snape in front of me. Isn't that Hermione? You know Quirrell, he... Hermione?"

..........

"Where's Hermione?" Kane frowned and was about to take off his binoculars when he saw Hermione through the binoculars.

Right beneath the railing of Snape's seat, she burned Snape's respectable new robes with an evil expression that didn't suit her face at all.

Ron, who was also watching this scene through binoculars, swallowed hard.

"Hermione is such a great friend, so relatable."

"Who can argue with that?"

Although Hermione's target was a bit off, the effect was surprisingly good. Because Snape suddenly burst into flames in the stands, he successfully turned the entire Professor's Stand into chaos.

Now not only Snape, but Quirrell can no longer complain either; Harry has successfully regained control of his broom.

"How is it? Is Harry's broom working again?" Hermione asked excitedly when she returned.

What could Kane and Ron do? They could only exchange a glance and then simultaneously give Hermione a thumbs up.

"That's real enough."

This is their only assessment of Hermione at this moment.

Harry, having tamed his broomsticks again, lived up to expectations, defeating the Slytherin in just twenty minutes.

Of course, he still didn't know how he was killed. Kane, who was sleeping soundly in his chair, was suddenly awakened by the sound of the explosion from the Gryffindor stands. He then saw Harry walking over in a cheerful manner and realized what had happened.

The four of them walked down from the stands. Their original plan was to go back to the Gryffindor common room to have a good chat about why Harry's broom had malfunctioned. However, just then, Hagrid arrived on Walnut to pick them up, intending to give Harry a good celebration for his successful debut.

Soon, in Hagrid's hut, even with a campfire beside him, he still wore his horned hat and didn't move an inch while the others chatted enthusiastically.

Harry looked at him with some confusion and patted him, asking, "What's wrong with you?"

Kane realized what was happening and, seeing the people around him, ultimately didn't say what he wanted to say, even though the things Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid were talking about were also very important.

The mysterious fourth-floor secret room, what Dumbledore hid, and who exactly was planning to murder Harry.

But compared to that, what Kane was thinking was more important.

Is Dumbledore really a good person?

This problem troubled him all afternoon, until late at night, when the stone statue guarding Dumbledore's office door was moved aside with a clatter, and Kane walked up the steps to the door of Dumbledore's office.

He knew he couldn't possibly figure this out himself, so he decided to ask directly.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Of course, I'll entrust my life and fortune to myself!

dong dong dong...

As the door opened, Dumbledore seemed surprised that Kane would come here at this time of day.

"Ah, the horned hat is so cool, Kane. I want one too. As for why you're here, let me guess. Do you have something important to ask me?" Dumbledore paused in pulling up the mandrake, then forcefully shoved it back into the soil.

“Indeed, I gave Professor Quirrell that feather with the monitoring spell to you before. Is it still in his office?” Kane pulled out a chair and sat down to ask.

"Of course, Professor Quirrell also wore that hat to teach two classes to the fourth graders, and the feedback was quite good."

"So, what about the spell? Did it work?" After Kane asked, Dumbledore let out a long sigh: "Ah—I think I know why you came here. Is it because Harry's broom suddenly went out of control today?"

"You guessed right," Kane said quietly.

"Hmm, how am I supposed to explain to you this behavior of knowing danger is right next to you, yet not intervening to stop it, or even letting it happen..."

“I’ve told you before that what I’m doing now is planning a large-scale stage play in which Harry and Quirrell both play very important roles.”

Kane stared at Dumbledore with his half-moon eyes: "Why do I feel like you have even less taste than I thought? I remember when I first met you, I thought you and Kingsley were both decent people."

"So I suggest you don't label people. People are very complex. But I can assure you that the script is firmly in my hands and there will be no danger," Dumbledore said confidently.

“I don’t trust this at all. I’m starting to wonder if you’re even a good person.” Kane’s question was incredibly direct.

“Although… Kane, I don’t consider myself a good person, I think you can trust me in this matter, right? If you feel like you’ve been kept in the dark, I can even tell you my plan and all the background.”

After Dumbledore finished speaking, all he saw was Kane pouring himself a glass of water; he was afraid that if he drank tea, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

"Hmm, go ahead and tell me, I'll listen carefully." Kane held a glass of water as if it were a hand warmer, and leaned back in his chair as if listening to a story.

"Yes, eleven years ago..."

The moment Dumbledore began to speak, Kane knew he was about to launch into a long, rambling story, and quickly raised his hand: "Can we get straight to the point?"

"If you're wondering, you probably don't know Professor Trelawney of Hogwarts. She's always kept to herself and is your elective professor after your third year, teaching Divination."

"She made a prophecy when she was young, Tom, also known as the mysterious man, I prefer to call him Tom, or Voldemort, anyway he is now a pitiful remnant soul, even if he knows I am talking about him he can't do anything."

"The prophecy was that Tom would be killed by the prophesied child. I think you've guessed it, Harry is that prophesied child. Eleven years ago, he actually succeeded, through a series of coincidences. He made Tom pay a terrible price."

"And now, all I can tell you is that Tom has returned, and it is time for Harry to shoulder the responsibility for what was prophesied."

Dumbledore stopped there.

Kane tactically took a sip of water: "Ah, entrusting the responsibility of eliminating the great evil to an eleven-year-old like Harry, you really have a mind of yours. So, is everything you're doing now some kind of training?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Training is one thing, but I'd rather his Hogwarts career be as colorful as possible, emmm, without any regrets."

Kane didn't catch the hint of regret in Dumbledore's words; he just kept shaking his head.

Regardless of the circumstances, he did not agree with this behavior of placing an extra burden on an eleven-year-old child. In other words, if the world really was ruled that only Harry could kill Voldemort, then why couldn't Harry hold down Voldemort's head and chop off that guillotine?

He took a sip of water and then said those words.

Dumbledore shrugged. "What I'm doing now is exactly what you're saying, only not as blatantly or explicitly."

"I noticed you all have a nickname for that person?" Kane asked after finishing his glass of water.

"Tom has set up a spell on his name so that if someone says his name, he can know where that person is right now. It's the same trick he used to spread fear eleven years ago."

"So, Quirrell..."