Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall, seeing Kane sitting in his seat, naturally asked, "Mr. Heath, where is your self-criticism?"

“......Wow.” Kane let out an awkward “Wow.”

Chapter 73 I've Become Charlie?

“Gryffindor, five points deducted. The points will be added back when Mr. Heath submits the five-foot apology.”

As soon as Professor McGonagall finished speaking, two deep thuds echoed throughout the classroom.

Eh~

Call ~

One moment the young Gryffindor wizards were helpless, and the next they were relieved. It was just a matter of points; they had added so many points before, so it was reasonable to lose some now.

The class ended quickly, and no one came to cause trouble for Kane. Good. It seems that everyone at Hogwarts is a normal person and no one would come looking for trouble over trivial matters that could lead to expulsion.

Another thing is that although Kane thought it was perfectly reasonable to deduct points, Hermione obviously didn't think so. In the common room, she watched Kane finish writing that five-foot-long apology by the fireplace before nodding her head.

“Although every word you write is written like Percy, who is tall and thin, Professor McGonagall shouldn’t mind,” Hermione said, nodding.

"Thank you for the compliment. I'll go find Professor McGonagall now." Kane took the apology letter and left the common room.

After submitting his apology to Professor McGonagall's office and getting his five points back, he went straight to Snape's office.

dong dong dong.

"Enter!"

Soon, Snape saw Kane walk in with a smile on his face.

"Professor, I need to go to Professor Quirrell's office later, so I'm here to pick up a bottle of brain mist potion." Kane knew that Snape particularly disliked him, so he said with a smile.

"Go get the silver one on the shelf yourself," Snape said without looking up.

"Okay." Kane nodded and was about to go to the shelf to get it, but suddenly Snape remembered something unpleasant. Ordinary potion ingredients could be turned into frog leg sandwiches just by Kane touching them.

What about his own potion stand?

"stop!"

Kane, who was about to get the potion, was startled and almost threw the Shadow Blade away.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Kane asked, bewildered and deeply shocked.

“Stand there and don’t move. I’ll get it for you.” Snape said, his eyes fixed on Kane, making sure Kane’s hands and any other part of his body didn’t touch anything in his office except the floor.

Finally, he placed the potion on a tray, had Kane carry the tray, and escorted Kane out of the office.

Kane shrugged helplessly. Professor Snape... he must have some issues too. Well, that's normal. What professor doesn't go crazy sometimes?

He opened the Brain Mist Potion, drank it all in one gulp, burped, and then turned around to knock on the door: "Professor, the potion bottle."

"smash!"

Where's the tray?

"Melt it in the kitchen!"

Kane: ".........Oh."

After casually placing the potion bottle in the corner and using the tray as a shield in the hands of a passing armored figure, Kane finally headed toward Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

“You don’t seem very happy.” In the office, Quirrell, emmm, or perhaps Voldemort, asked Kane.

"I might be a little happier if you could change the scented oil in your office." As soon as Kane finished speaking, Voldemort waved his hand, and the scented oil smoke disappeared instantly. The office window was also opened, and gusts of white air blew in.

"How about it?"

"Comfortable."

“Very good, Kane. Thanks to the magic I witnessed three days ago, I have specially tailored a magic learning plan for you.” Voldemort said, handing Kane a piece of parchment from his desk. Unlike other professors, it didn’t have a dense list of books on it, but rather simple and straightforward spells.

Most of them are polymorph spells, and a few are natural spells, such as summoning a large area of ​​darkness to hide oneself and the enemy. These are mostly used for escaping. Alternatively, they are weather spells that can directly strike the enemy with lightning in the open.

"Wow, Professor Kiro, why didn't I come to you to learn magic sooner?" Kane looked at the teaching plan in front of him with great interest. Although it might lead to some minor problems such as an unstable foundation, the feeling of improving combat power immediately was really great.

"It's not your fault. You're already far better than those mediocre people who are blind to knowledge. Let's try out Shadow Emergence first."

As Voldemort spoke, he pulled out his wand, but Kane was shocked to find that Voldemort seemed to be depriving him of his sight. However, he quickly realized that this must be the Shadow Smoke that Voldemort had mentioned. Starting from the wand, one after another, dark cracks filled the entire room until it was completely filled.

People inside this smoke screen are truly pitch black, let alone enemies.

Voldemort quickly waved his wand again, and the Shadow Smoke returned to his wand in strands.

"To be honest, this spell is not very useful to truly talented wizards, because they can sense the magical fluctuations in your body. However, for a little wizard like you who likes to wander around at night, dodging that Squib is not a problem. The spell is called Shadow Surge. The trick is to feel the magic in your body flowing out of your wand like water or smoke."

After saying that, Voldemort took a few steps back: "Give it a try."

Kane nodded, took out his wand, and murmured, "Shadow Surge."

Almost instantly, the magic power within him, which was not particularly well-behaved to begin with, burst forth like a floodgate being opened, finding a loophole and surging out wildly. One after another, pitch-black cracks appeared in Voldemort's eyes, ultimately leaving only a semi-circular black spot in the center of his office.

Voldemort took another step back: "Perhaps you could try expanding the area."

Kane was delighted to hear this, and without any need for restraint, the black spots in the office began to spread and envelop the entire office in an instant.

“Very well, Kane. You should know that the darkness in your spell is created by your magic. So what if we replace your magic with your shadow? Remember this feeling, and try it.”

"The trick is like magic. Don't treat your shadow as a solid weapon. Treat your shadow as water and fill the room."

When Voldemort's deep voice came from the darkness, Kane even felt that this teacher was so good that he should pay tuition to him.

However, he quickly realized that although neither of them said it, in their hearts, the other was probably already dead.

One should not invest any unnecessary emotions in the dead.

However, it's still worthwhile to listen to lessons taught by the dead.

Kane experienced the feeling Voldemort had described, gradually converting all his magic into shadow. Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

I can clearly see that the shadows filling the entire office are my own, but unlike before when it was pitch black, I can see things now.

Voldemort, on the other hand, was different. In the previous darkness, he could use the fluctuations of magic to locate Kane, but now he could not.

It's a mixed bag of emotions. Kane was still feeling the shadows that filled the entire room, shadows that he could control at any time. Whenever he needed to, he could use these shadows to destroy anything in the office, including Voldemort in front of him, of course, when Voldemort was off guard.

But in just a moment, he suddenly realized something terrifying.

How come my current actions are so similar to those of a certain older sister who likes to hide in the shadows and secretly grope me?

...Am I Charlie now?

Chapter 74 Unique Ceiling Design

When darkness falls in the Eternal Realm, it is truly pitch black; without a light source, it's no different from being blind.

And when he uses Shadow Emergence now, it's the same; you can't see your hand in front of your face. In the dark, Charlie can do whatever she wants, and he can do almost the same, since Shadow Emergence uses his own shadow.

In the darkness, Charlie would indiscriminately attack anyone without a light source, except for her sister.

As for myself... if I wanted to, I could probably attack everyone in my shadow indiscriminately, but of course I wouldn't do that.

After all, it was a gamble. Voldemort said he could sense his presence through magical fluctuations. It wasn't just a matter of alerting him; he'd also received a performance fee from Dumbledore, so he had to be professional.

"Very good, Kane, I think you've learned very well. Put it away." Voldemort, still standing behind the desk, remained motionless and spoke to himself.

Kane nodded, and as the shadow faded from the outermost layer, the true appearance of the office was slowly revealed. At this moment, Voldemort felt a little weak and sat down, leaning on the desk for support.

"Alright, Kane, I think you did very well in today's lesson. You can leave now."

"So fast?" Kane raised an eyebrow.

"Otherwise, why do you think schools have breaks between classes?" Voldemort retorted.

“Yes, see you next Wednesday, Professor Quirrell.” Kane said as he left Quirrell’s office; it was time to go back and get a good night’s sleep.

On his way back to the Gryffindor Tower, Kane walked while holding up his glowing wand and yawning. Suddenly, he felt a strange sensation.

It felt like someone was watching me from the shadows, not like the Grim Reaper, but...

Well, it wasn't anything grand or sophisticated spying; it was just two little wizards from some unknown academy and grade secretly following me.

Because the shadows are all visible.

Kane slowed his pace, and the two men following him, seeing this, understood what was happening and quickly moved a few steps forward to stand opposite him.

Kane looked him up and down, left and right. Hmm, a second-year Slytherin wizard.

"What?" he asked.

“Are you Cairnheath of Gryffindor?” one of the young wizards stepped forward and asked.

Kane nodded, but the moment he did, the two young wizards opposite him seemed to receive a signal. They instantly pulled out their wands from their pockets, and two prank spells, which Kane considered no different from mere jokes, flew from their wands onto their Shadow Armor.

Kane: "............Ha!"

He wasn't angry at all this time, he just laughed. He laughed at the two wizards who were older than him who had been following him for half a night, and the little wizard who looked like a master from the start, but this was all he got?

These days, anyone can cause trouble. Kane sighed and pulled out his wand, intending to casually summon some minor monsters from the Eternal Realm to whet the appetites of his two senior classmates.

However, considering that this place is not far from Quirrell's office, and that Quirrell had seen the tentacles under the trapdoor before, he might be able to connect those tentacles to himself.

As for other spells... Shadow Blade is even more powerful, so after thinking it over, I decided to stick with the new spell I just learned from Voldemort.

Kane's mind raced, and he murmured, "Shadow Surge."

The next moment, as the two spells struck Kane's Shadow Armor without even a flash of magical light, the two seniors realized that they shouldn't have been so easily coaxed by their seniors to come and cause trouble for this person.

This guy is a tough nut to crack, and the two senior students, who have a firm grasp on the principle of running away if they can't beat him, were running away when they suddenly felt like they went blind. Then all sorts of punches, kicks, needle pricks, and bites came from all directions.

Soon, the auditorium was relatively quiet late at night. Even most of the ghosts went to various corners to rest or daydream, or gathered in twos and threes with their friends to chat.

Only Kane, with two Slytherin seniors floating behind him, stood in the center of the Great Hall, pondering where it would be most appropriate to hang them.

"Ouch~"

Hearing the groans behind him, Kane asked one last time, "Aren't you going to tell me? Who sent you to attack me?"

no answer.

"Alright." Kane finally sighed, but before he could figure out how to hang the two guys behind him, Peeves suddenly popped out from under his feet.

"Hey hey hey hey! Look here, there's a little wizard bullying his classmate, from Gryffindor. Please wait a moment, Professor McGonagall will be here soon!"