Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

"If this thing really works for me, then it means it might work for others too. You know, a powerful and intelligent wizard like me can't always have a smooth life. Maybe I also have people I want to resurrect?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly and said, "So to avoid me doing something I might regret, it's good to stop it at the source, for example, by refusing to touch your necklace."

“You really are…great.” Kane raised an eyebrow. It’s worth mentioning that Dumbledore was the most lucid person he had ever met, bar none.

Dumbledore nodded: "So it's best if you don't flaunt things that attract Death's attention. I'm begging you. Is there anything else?"

“I’m planning to go to that stage you set up for Harry. Well, I’m doing some preparations beforehand. After all, I’m not good at entrusting my life to others. I’m just letting you know,” Kane said, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course."

After Kane left the headmaster's office, a portrait behind Dumbledore made a clicking sound.

“Poor Dumbledore, perhaps you could talk to that little wizard. The Philosopher's Stone only prolongs life and doesn't attract the Grim Reaper's attention, but that necklace could… Perhaps you could be a little selfish; it's nothing compared to the contribution you've made.”

“I’m not like you, Phineas.” Dumbledore had barely finished speaking when another headmaster hanging on the wall took over Dumbledore’s mouth.

"Yes, after all, Dumbledore isn't as shameless as you."

"hehe!"

Kane, having left the principal's office, glanced at the timetable: History of Magic...

I'm skipping! Anyway, Professor Binns of History of Magic never calls roll, and besides, I'm only skipping one class, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Soon, he easily found his way to the secret room on the fourth floor. After hypnotizing the three-headed dog, he controlled its tentacles to twist into steps, and then he began to overcome all obstacles.

These levels, designed by Dumbledore or someone else, may not be very difficult, but they are all quite rigorous. Kane searched around but couldn't find any options to skip class. However, in the end, they are not very difficult. As long as you are careful, you can always make it to the end.

As Kane walked into the final secret chamber, he saw the Mirror of Eris once again, its magnificent door's eye staring curiously at him.

"What is your plan?" Maxwell suddenly appeared behind Kane, and together they stared at the Mirror of Erised in front of them.

"Old Mike, what did you see?" Kane asked before answering.

“Well…those days when I did magic tricks with Charlie.” Maxwell sighed helplessly as he said this.

"Do you know how to make the Maxwell Gate? Since Mr. Tom wants my magic, perhaps I can send him to the Eternal Realm for further training."

Maxwell sat down at a table not far away: "Maxwell's Gate can't pull souls into the Eternal Realm." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Kane's hesitant expression and explained in advance: "Abigail is a special case. She was attached to her sister's flower, so she was brought into the Eternal Realm."

“Mr. Tom should be able to do it too. His soul should be attached to Quirrell now, otherwise how could the personality switch be so smooth? I didn’t even feel any magical fluctuations.” Kane said, looking at Maxwell: “Give me the blueprints.”

“Okay, I’ll hide this door for you over there. You don’t want Charlie to find it.”

“Ah, speaking of Charlie, how is she now? Are you still stuck in a stalemate, each relying on your own power and neither wanting to let go?” Kane chimed in.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.” Maxwell said and disappeared. Kane’s head was instantly filled with a bunch of absurd knowledge. He rubbed his head and said casually, “This method of imparting knowledge is not bad. I should really thank you. I have to say you are much more humane than before.”

"However, this kind of knowledge, which is like a cat sticking to a piece of buttered bread to create a perpetual motion machine, my god, the Eternal Realm is even crazier than I thought." Kane rubbed his head and added.

Meanwhile, in the magic history classroom on the other side.

Because of the teaching duties of the Hogwarts professors, each professor is required to audit another professor's class once per semester. For convenience, the professors have unanimously reserved this task for the History of Magic class at the end of the semester.

Take Professor McGonagall, for example, today.

“Well, Mr. Weasley, you’re right. Perhaps when I see Mr. Heath, I should take him to St. Mungo’s Hospital, since, as you said, Mr. Heath has been in the bathroom for fifty-five minutes.” Professor McGonagall, sitting at the back like the young wizard, ignored Professor Binns on the podium and was talking quietly with Ron.

"Ah, perhaps she just fainted from low blood sugar in that secluded corner. Anyway, there's no need for you to help, Professor," Harry said, unable to hide his embarrassment.

"Are you two planning to accompany him to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

"........."

Late at night, Kane, who had unknowingly missed more than one class, scavenged all sorts of junk throughout Hogwarts and finally assembled Maxwell's Gate like a Lego set. He returned to his dormitory feeling completely exhausted.

He had only one thought in mind: to get some sleep as soon as possible. He really felt that dealing with the Maxwell Gate was more agonizing than being constantly watched by Death.

As soon as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room, he felt a series of gazes fixed on him.

He was all too familiar with this feeling; the last person to receive this treatment was Hermione, who had been losing little pearls every now and then ever since.

So now it's my turn? Just because I wear unusual clothes every day? Is it really that big of a deal?

However, despite having so many ulterior motives in his mind, Kane was already starting to get restless.

The Gryffindor wizards, who had only intended to watch the spectacle, quickly realized what was happening when Kane suddenly grabbed his wand.

These young wizards are all incredibly fierce and unreasonable; they could actually hurt people over something as trivial as "What are you looking at?"

In an instant, more than half of the people in the lounge were gone, with only a few senior wizards who were close to Kane and very confident in themselves remaining there.

"Alright... ha~ now tell me what happened." Kane said wearily after yawning.

Harry pursed his lips, considered his words carefully, and then slowly began to speak: "In short, Professor McGonagall found out that you missed two History of Magic classes and one Flying class. She now wants you to report to her office, saying that you're going to be put in solitary confinement... for only one day."

The little wizard, who had been scavenging and piecing together Maxwell's Door from morning till night, finally finished it and just wanted to sleep, gently shattered it.

Chapter 72 Something's not right, something's really not right.

Professor McGonagall's office.

dong dong dong...

"Please come in."

Kane pushed open the door and went in. He had developed a headache whenever he saw Professor McGonagall, though it was also possible that his sanity had been low for a while.

“Kainheath, you just left me this morning,” Professor McGonagall said, putting down her quill and her face tense.

“I’m sorry, Professor McGonagall,” Kane sighed. “What is my solitary confinement assignment?”

Professor McGonagall looked up, took out her wand, and pointed to a shelf not far away. The shelf glowed in perfect harmony, and it was filled with strange and wonderful things that had been transformed by the transfiguration spells of the older young wizards.

“These are all powerful transfiguration exercises I assigned to the senior wizards. You use the Charm Stop on those things. If you can break the spell, bring them over. If you fail, they pass. Otherwise, you have to write a five-foot-long self-criticism.”

Kane shrugged: "I have a strange feeling this will be a very offensive punishment."

“That’s not the case, Mr. Heath. If a powerful transfiguration spell can be easily broken by a first-year wizard using a spell-stopping technique, it means they are not skilled enough. Although I can’t guarantee that every wizard in Hogwarts is so sunny and kind, no one would hold a grudge against a stranger just because they failed to cast a spell.”

Kane nodded. "I hope so... I mean, I'm relieved to hear that." He then took out his wand, picked up a delicate plush doll from the shelf, and with a flick of his wand, the plush doll transformed into an ordinary wooden plaque with a name on it.

After placing the wooden plaque on the table next to Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall, somewhat curious about who this unlucky student Kane had caught first was, raised her eyelids to take a look.

Cedric Diggory?

Professor McGonagall picked up the name tag with surprise. Cedric was a good student, so what was the story behind this name tag? Was it because Cedric wasn't in good condition when he cast the spell?

Before Professor McGonagall could react, another name tag was placed on the table—Percy Weasley? This was even more unusual. Percy Weasley was not only older than Derek, but he was also in exceptionally good form that day. How could this be?

Before Professor McGonagall could even process the somewhat unacceptable fact, another name tag was thrown at her.

Li Qiaodan, ah~ that's normal now.

Another designer brand, Penelope Cruz... Ravenclaw's little genius is acting strangely again.

As Kane threw more and more prestigious names, some with good grades and some with slightly worse, Professor McGonagall finally figured out the real truth about Kane's serious problems and the fact that Transfiguration no longer existed.

Because she was standing right next to Kane, watching him casually pick up something with one hand, and with a light tap of his wand in the other, that thing would turn back into a designer brand.

It's as outrageous as it gets, and look at Kane's downcast face and the soft snoring...

Okay, the truth is clear: Kanehis is not normal.

Well, I can understand. After all, throughout history, there have been all sorts of little wizards who are drawn to black magic: ugly ones, bad ones, and unlovable ones, but never any good ones.

What's more, Kane, who is born with dark magic, is even more of a headache to look at.

Therefore, it was not well thought out of me to initially put Kane in charge of this confinement work.

Professor McGonagall accepted this fact naturally, then gently nudged Kane's shoulder to wake him up before slowly saying, "Go back to sleep. You've completed your confinement duties. Just hand in your self-criticism before class tomorrow afternoon."

"My God, thank you so much, Professor McGonagall. You're like a second parent to me." Kane gratefully raised his eyelids to look at Professor McGonagall, politely bowed, and then decisively left the office.

After seeing Kane off, Professor McGonagall looked at the mountain of name tags for all ages piled on the table. She felt it was necessary to take this opportunity to give those arrogant young wizards a good thrashing.

the next day...

Since there were no classes that morning, Kane slept until noon before slowly sitting up in bed. Harry had already gone to Quidditch training, and Ron was probably playing wizard chess outside.

Kane, yawning, sat down next to Ron as he walked out of the dorm and into the lounge: "Hey, when are we going to eat?"

Before Kane could get a reply from Ron, he felt a strange atmosphere lock onto him. Looking up, he saw that most of the senior wizards sitting in the lounge were staring at him with strange expressions, as if he had done something earth-shattering behind their backs that every primate except himself knew.

When they saw Kane looking at them, they all either awkwardly or hurriedly looked away, completely baffled.

"So what's going on?" Kane looked at Ron and Hermione with some confusion.

“I don’t know. All I know is that George and Fred told us that Professor McGonagall scolded them this morning and made them practice Transfiguration for a long time, apparently because of you.” Ron blurted out everything he knew.

"What does this have to do with me?" Kane looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle. Could it be because of his confinement yesterday?

emmmmm...

Forget it, a wizard whose transformation spell can be instantly stopped and unblocked by my own curse must be about the same level as me. We're all just small fry, no one is much stronger than the other, so there's nothing to worry about.

Probably.

"Never mind, have you guys eaten? Shall we go eat in the auditorium?"

"Go together."

Soon, the three arrived at the Great Hall. At this time, the Quidditch team was still training. During each training session, some of the more relaxed trainees would come to the Great Hall to get their meals and take them to the Quidditch pitch.

The main theme is valuing time, so today only Kane, Ron, and Hermione are eating here.

As soon as the three entered the hall, a series of gazes fell upon them, all focused on Kane's face.

"Something's not right. I sense a strong threat. What exactly did Professor McGonagall exaggerate during class?" Kane forced himself to sit down and began mechanically...

Okay, eating isn't mechanical anymore; it's eating with feeling.

However, he still cautiously scanned his surroundings, trying to avoid the possibility of a knife suddenly flying out from some corner or some strange curse.

You should know that you're still under the watchful eye of Death. If Death really wanted to, he could easily plunge a knife straight into your heart. If you ended up using the resurrection charm because of such a small problem, that would be a huge loss.

Time passed by, and after he ate the last piece of bread, he relaxed a little. It should be safe to go to the classroom now.

He not only thought this way, but he also did it. The three of them, along with Harry, who had just finished training and was still wearing his Quidditch clothes, walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.

Kane kept a sharp eye on every carbon-based life form that passed by him along the way, but fortunately Professor McGonagall was right; there probably weren't any people that tasteless at Hogwarts.

Kane finally breathed a sigh of relief after he sat down in his seat.

Unfortunately, he only breathed a sigh of relief.