Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

As for Dumbledore's assurances? To be honest, he doesn't trust anyone in this regard, only himself.

"Is there gold?" Kane asked, as this legendary magic stone was far more valuable than the ordinary ruby ​​he had dug up in the graveyard before.

I previously used ordinary rubies to make a rebirth amulet. Although it eventually shattered, it at least meant that the rebirth amulet could be made. The shattering was the ruby's fault, not the amulet's fault.

And now, if I could use this magic stone to make a rebirth amulet...

Actually, it's not a big deal to occasionally cooperate with the tasteless principal in a stage play. I've performed in stage plays before in the Eternal Realm, so it's nothing to be ashamed of.

"Hmm... I'll go borrow some for you. How much do you need?" Dumbledore sighed.

"At least the weight of three punches."

Dumbledore nodded and left the headmaster's office, while Kane kept playing with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. Soon, Dumbledore returned carrying a small bag that smelled of potions and was full of Galleons.

“Professor Snape seems quite wealthy.” Kane raised an eyebrow and took the bag, almost dropping it at first.

He melted the Galleons inside into three gold nuggets, and then combined them with Nightmare Fuel and a Philosopher's Stone. With Kane's hands flying up and down, leaving afterimages, he created a gold necklace inlaid with rubies.

Ah, the Rebirth Amulet, we meet again.

Kane held the resurrection amulet that could revive souls, silently greeted it in his heart, and then hung it around his neck as if afraid that someone would steal it.

In just a moment, he felt a strange energy emanating from the rebirth amulet on his chest, flowing through his entire body, making his body and mind feel as relaxed as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

A sense of life being anchored drew his soul, enabling him to accomplish, for a period after death, a feat never before achieved by simply contacting the Rebirth Amulet through his soul.

resurrection!

“That familiar sense of security, I love it to death,” Kane said, leaning back in his chair and tucking the Rebirth Amulet into his collar.

"How's your consideration going?" Dumbledore knew from Kane's beaming face that the matter was half settled, and he smiled back at him.

"Do you have a second one of these Philosopher's Stones?" Kane asked after tucking the Rebirth Amulet into his collar.

"As expected, there is only one Philosopher's Stone in the entire world, and it's currently inside your collar."

Kane felt a strange sense of satisfaction upon hearing Dumbledore's answer; the child of the Eternal Realm had also donned the legendary Philosopher's Stone.

“It’s only right to do things after receiving the gifts, but I’ll ask one last question: what about Harry’s?” Kane asked the question that he was very concerned about.

“Harry has a spell left to him by his mother. Before he comes of age, even if Voldemort sticks his wand up Harry’s nostril and chants a spell, he will not be able to be harmed.”

When Dumbledore saw Kane asking about Harry's safety, he replied with satisfaction, "What a good boy! His own mission is the most dangerous; he's basically facing Voldemort with no cover except for himself, yet he still has the mind to care about Harry's safety."

This child is so loving, so full of love!

After leaving the headmaster's office, Kane returned to his dormitory to catch up on some sleep, while Harry had already packed him a breakfast in the Great Hall.

Harry is so loving, so incredibly loving!

Just as Kane was enjoying his breakfast, Harry seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Oh, right Kane, I ran into Professor Quirrell in the Great Hall. He asked me to call you to his office."

Kane: ? ? ?

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[Author's Note on Launch and Update Mechanism]

Alright everyone, our book, Little Karami, has successfully gone live! It was released on October 10.1st. After the release, I glanced at Douyin (TikTok), and the first video showed a bunch of penguins descending from the sky with their butts on fire, accompanied by the words: "October's Qidian (a popular online writing platform) is full of powerful figures, including extraterrestrial demons, veteran platinum authors, and prodigy newcomers," blah blah blah.

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My thought at the time was that I could make a million dollars in a single day; that took real courage.

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Chapter Sixty-Five: Let's Go to the Forbidden Forest Together! [Seeking First Subscription]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

dong dong dong.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell, is there anything I can do for you?"

Kane walked into the office with an expression that looked like he was about to die at any moment.

The only thing that gives him a sense of security right now is the rebirth charm inside his collar.

"Yes, that's right, Kane. Um, I, I can call you that, right, right?"

Quirrell said somewhat awkwardly from his seat.

"Ah, of course." Kane raised an eyebrow, not going in, but leaning against the doorway. If Quirrell made even the slightest offense, he would immediately use Shadow Blade and then run away as fast as he could.

Quirrell didn't pay attention to Kane's defensive posture, nor did he think that Dumbledore or Kane knew his true identity. He simply assumed that his first meeting with Kane was too abstract.

He pulled a small bag from under the table, which contained some unidentifiable fragments.

Kane peeked out slightly and breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't a direct attack aimed at him.

"So you broke the panpipes?"

Professor Quirrell, for some reason, nodded with an apologetic expression: "Pretty much, yes, that's how it is. I, I just realized that this, this thing, is very, very useful in many ways, so this time, I, I want to ask you to make one that can be used, used many more times."

After saying that, Professor Quirrell pulled a money pouch out of his pocket: "This, this is all the Galleons I have on me, no, I don't know if it's enough?"

Kane gently raised his hand, and the shadow reflected on the money bag suddenly clenched, as he pulled the money bag away.

He weighed the money pouch in his hand and said with great satisfaction, "Ah, Professor, you are as generous as ever. Don't worry, this time I will definitely use all my skills to make you a panpipe that can be used many times."

"Thank you, thank you. If you need any materials, just tell me. For example, Veela hair? You should be able to use it."

Kane raised an eyebrow, neither accepting nor rejecting. As for the Veela that Quirrell mentioned? So, there are also hypnotic creatures in the real world?

I should ask Hermione about it later.

"Well then, I'll be leaving now." Kane said, and without waiting for Quirrell's reply, he leaned back, stumbled backward, and fell out of Quirrell's office. He had just turned his head...

"Oh? I was just talking about you." Kane, who was leaving Quirrell's office with a full load of Galleons, said in a great mood after seeing an acquaintance.

"Yeah, what were you doing in Professor Quirrell's office again? Didn't you say he wasn't a good person?" Hermione, holding a large book, looked at Kane, who seemed to be a hypocrite, with some doubt.

“Still a beautiful deal.” Kane said, waving the money bag in his hand, which made a pleasant clinking sound as Galleons clattered inside.

Hermione's lips twitched uncontrollably. After a long internal struggle, she slowly spoke: "I knew Professor Quirrell bought his professorship. Otherwise, how could he teach so badly!"

Kane looked at Hermione, who suddenly became indignant, and scratched the horns on his horned hat with some confusion. He knew that Hermione was the most peculiar of the four of them. Sure enough, she had started to say things that ordinary people could not understand.

"Anyway, I need to go to Dumbledore now to get a Mandragora and bring it back to Professor Quirrell. Do you want to come with me?"

Hermione shook her head, perfectly embracing a repulsive attitude towards such a vile deal. It was mandrake harvest season, and a single mandrake cost only five gallons, while Kane sold them for gallons that would have to be weighed on a scale...

In other words, if a transaction has already gone this far, is it really necessary to put on such an abstract, respectable facade?

"I won't go, I have to return books to the library."

Hermione shrugged and was about to leave when Kane suddenly remembered something: "Oh, by the way, Hermione, do you know Veela?"

Veela?

Hermione frowned. Of course she knew about Veelas, a type of extremely beautiful humanoid magical creature. Although they were classified as human under the laws of the Ministry of Magic, it was said that many pure-blood families or powerful wizards would secretly or openly imprison and keep some Veelas.

“You wouldn’t want to…” Hermione hesitated for a moment before choosing her words, “to do something illegal or criminal, like human trafficking, would you? I’m reminding you, Veela, although magical creatures, are still considered human.”

As Hermione was struggling with whether she should immediately stop Kane from going down the path of crime, Kane across from her made a sound like, "Hmm?"

“Veera are human?” Kane’s lips twitched. Combining the name with this, he seemed to understand why Hermione was looking at him like he was a beast. “Well, never mind, I’m going to find Dumbledore now. Bye.”

He finished speaking and decisively turned to walk towards the headmaster's office, while Hermione glanced at Quirrell's office door and sighed with pity, "Sigh~"

In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore had just seen Kane off less than half an hour ago, and Kane was back again.

"Hello, I've come to get a mandrake."

Kane poked his head out from under the door and said.

"Hmm, Quirrell needs the panpipes now. It seems his condition is getting worse lately," Dumbledore remarked.